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 Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 1:44 pm
((Edited...had people I know on my mind...))
Selce's weary slightly mead filled frame stumbled from Franklorn's smithie the long talk about the magical items had gone over well the with the smith and she smiled happily. It wasn't long she was on the road to the Inn they had rooms in since they entered Haven in what seemed months ago. They had helped the Merchant Caravan, they had helped Haven, she was content for now with whatever life decided to toss her way.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 8:49 am
"And now we must leave Haven, it seems war is breaking out everywhere simultaneously." Erron finished with a weary sigh, he began fishing around in his robe and pulled out a sterling silver cross which he had taken off of Ronus' body prior to his burial and handed it to the elder of the now three awaken and somber dwarfs as a token of apology. "A finer, more brave dwarf I have never known, and in his memory I urge you to seek peace with the elves, I am unsure as to whether my suspicions of third party involvement are correct or not, but if the Dragon Armies are to awaken a new age of fear may be soon upon us."
"Aye sandle-boy, you're right about that, we will see what can be done, we are after all just an envoy, the final decision rests back at our capital. I hope you and yer friends fare well on the journey, you are always welcome in our Halls, providin' you can find em!" The three emissaries offered the sign of their people and raised their half empty mugs from the last night and quaffed the rest of the mead.
Erron stood and walked back out the door, giving a nod before slipping through the portal and back through the hall and making his way back outside, he headed towards the Wharf through the now nearly deserted streets
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 8:05 pm
The time is now 10:00 p.m. on the 16th of Autumn's grace.
All characters are now exhausted and must gain a full sleep session before continuing.
((pst... Selce, its Franklorn, not Frankford rolleyes ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 9:03 pm
Tjaden had left the temple district and made his way to their inn. The people of the city looked upon him with a mix of respect, garnered by the symbol attached to his armoured pauldron, and fear driven by his bloodline. He was too tired to care either way. He simply nodded to the barkeep as he entered the tavern and plodded his way upstairs. He walked into his room and closed the door before getting out of his armour.
He paused a moment, remembering how he had awoken the night before, with a thief in his room. After locking the shutters and door, he placed his shield against the shutters, balanced on the window sill, and his armour against the door. Then, with his weapon, he slipped into bed and easily fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 4:22 am
((...? Is Kal able to move yet? Or still frozen?))
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 8:56 am
Erron knocked on the door of Edge's house and stood for a while before he realized that the large man seemed not to be home. With a sigh Erron headed back to the Inn and before an hour had passed he was sprawled out on his bed, having fallen asleep before he had hit the mattress.
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 9:39 am
Kal's small form faded into the shadows at the same time as the Masked Beard. They prowled back and forth, circling each other in a manner similar to that of predatory animals, waiting, watching their opponents' every move, judging when the time to strike might be.
The dwarf was the first to act, appearing out of the shadows and sending the hilt of his dagger towards Kal's shoulder. The halfling was revealed, but in quick response, he tucked into a roll and dodged the attack, swinging his weapon's hilt into the dwarf's right arm as he did.
The masked dwarf laughed and dropped his main hand weapon, signifying that it was no longer available for usage. Still, he pressed the assault, seemingly twice as fast. Just at the apex of his flurry, he vanished into thin air. This was what had cost Kal the fight so many times thus far.
But Kal was a quick learner and had been defeated by the maneuver enough to understand it.
The halfling then faded into the shadows immediately as well. He then understood it to be not a method of hiding in the shadows themselves, but rather the Shadow Realm. Shadow Dancers do not just hide within the confines of darkness, they become the darkness.
While in this realm temporarily, he spotted the dwarf and hurled his dagger towards the unsuspecting teacher. The sheathed blade struck the surprised dwarf in the chest, sending them both out of the Shadow Realm.
"Bwahaha!"the dwarf guffawed as he clambered to his feet, "That's fantastic, lad! Ye did it, ye entered the realm o' shadows. Right now, that's the most I can teach ya, hopefully someday you'll come back an' see me again, we'll loot a few rich bastards together and split the profits."
Kal was so exhausted he could barely respond, but offered a content nod before stumbling forward slightly on his way to the exit, prompting another "Bwahaha!" from the masked dwarf.
Kal has been promoted to a "Shadow Dancer", he now has access to "Vanish"!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 9:42 am
He happily took the armor and proudly walked off with it. He found an empty room in the inn and snickered as he made his way inside, locking the door and falling asleep on the bed. Not really caring that he hadn't paid to sleep here.
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 1:45 pm
Kal was worn out, half asleep on his walk back to the inn. He walked in and made his way silently to his room. He didn't have the energy to talk. He just wanted to sleep. He laid down some simple traps along with the normal locks once he got to his room, then went to sleep.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 1:05 pm
Selce soon found her bed. It looked so inviting with it's drawn-back covers and plumped pillows. She sank gratefully into it and was soon asleep. Her breathing slowing and deepening. She hadn't even bothered to clean herself off some before getting into the bed.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 8:44 pm
The time is now 7 a.m. on the 17th of Autumn's Grace.
All characters are now fully rested and their spells and abilities refreshed. It is advised that the group makes the journey out of Haven at this time.
(Also please remember to *give* the shield from the Arcanist's Tower to Tjaden.)
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 9:56 am
Kal awoke to the morning sun, collected his traps, and made his way to the washroom. He showered off the residue of the past day and washed his skin to full cleanliness. He then threw on his clothes, armor, and weapons. He made his way out to the bar to get some meat and a small drink of cider.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 11:09 am
Yawning, Brurag slowly made his way out of his bed. He scratched his head, standing in the room only half-awake. He stepped over to a medium sized basin filled with clean water. He briefly washed himself, not caring if he smelled good or not but at the same time wanting to get the general stink off of himself. He spent a while just mulling about the room, slowly putting on his set of chain mail armor. When he was done he let out another yawn and stretched, taking his axe and putting it up in the sling on his back.
He unlocked his door and walked over to the bar. He realized he was ravenously hungry and considering the strange and somewhat aggressive look the bartender was giving him he decided it'd be better not to try and order. He made his way to the back of the room and found a man passed out drunk with his face on the table. Across from him was an untouched leg of mutton. Grinning devilishly, Brurag took the meat and devoured it, out of sight of the bartender or anyone else who would care to look. When he was done, he tossed the remains of it at the drunk man. Chuckling to himself, he walked happily out of the inn, searching for his companions.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 11:44 am
Before Kal could order he saw the look the bartender gave Brurag. Then he drank a small bit of his ordered cider. After a few minutes he could hear his heavy friend exit to the streets. He placed down the drink, knowing it was paid for by the group, and headed out to follow him. He wanted to know more about this oversized fellow. Tjaden was unlike most Orcs, he was 'holy', 'just', and 'righteous'. Brurag however... was more traditional. Kal wanted to find out where a normal orc could possibly be going in a town of Orc-haters. The group was supposed to leave because of him, so where could he possibly be headed? Kal was determined to find out.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 12:10 pm
Brurag wandered around the city the humans called Haven for a few minutes, looking for something in particular. The whole city stank of humans and filth. He'd rather call the damned place Hell. Regardless though, he kept moving, looking for a certain area that appears in every city. He found what he was looking for after about ten minutes of wandering. The slums. A place full of cut-throat bandits and muggers waiting around every corner. He un-slung his axe and held it at the base, letting the higher part rest on his shoulder as he walked down dark alleyways, eyeing the shadows and just begging for some dumb human to come rush at him.
After all he had been aching to get back at these human bastards for what they did to him, and this seemed to be the only way he could do it without getting into much trouble. It shouldn't take too long before some over-zealous thug with a knife tried to kill him. After all Brurag was sure that being able to wave about an orcs head as a trophy in Haven would give one considerable respect. Not that they'd ever get any of his blood that is. If he was lucky, these alleyways would be strewn with the bodies of muggers and marauders soon.
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