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 Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:22 pm
Varnis watched as the fire engulfed the man. Standing there, he felt helpless, not being able to help him, made him angry. His rage built up in side of him as the man had vanished. Walking over to the pile of ashes, he looked at the object that was sitting on top of them. Kneeling down next to it, he examined it, as he looked out the door way, as if he was waiting for the return of the man that had done this.
((Might as well))
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 8:22 am
Perrian got up from his seat as he observed the events. He walked over to the ashes and summoned his dragon Luljeta. "Luljeta, look around the tavern for anything, inside and out, that might connect to this event. Also, look for that assailent in the nearby area. Return to me, please, if you find anything." Perrian said and Luljeta flew off. He looked down in the ashes and examined the object. "I wonder...what is this object?" He said and touched it. "Ow!!! Hot!" He said and sighed. "Any idea of what this is?" He asked Varnis.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 10:13 am
Varnis looked at the object a little more before replying. "I have no idea..." He stood up, and looked out of the door way. "Is there anything we can use to pick it up with out burning our selves?"
He stood there as if he was ready for the man to reappear.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 8:29 pm
A symbol briefly appears on the top of the object in the ashes; A small circle with a bunch of lines around it. The symbol resembled a cog-wheel. The metalic object swings open on its own accord. Inside, is a rolled up parchment scroll. The wax seal was a symbol of a crude flame in a simple eight pointed star.
A tavern patron seems to have remembered the symbol from somewhere. you hear "Hey... Arn't those ol' Syd's stamps from the other end of the city?" And, "But he's gone now... His store's in ruins". The tavern suddenly became a buzz with conversation.
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Bellamin, sleeping soundly on his stool, shakes when he hears the name of his mentor said out loud but is able to sleep through the following din.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 3:06 am
Lazarus, always attuned to the power of magic, appeared at the doorway, having slipped away earlier. His eyes go from Perrian, to Varnis, and then the pile of ash on the floor. Quickly his mind assembles the spells that could cause a person or being to burst into ash: disengration was his primary choice, a spell he had yet to master himself. He moved to stand next to Perrian, "Friend, what is it that you have discovered there?"
Lazarus might have been considered evil by some, but he wasn't evil at all, he was just consumed by the magic. He knew one day it would lead to his downfall, but his willpower was too weak to fight. His only hopes laid in the fact that he still had friends, and he hoped one day he'd find a way to way-lay himself from the path.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 8:56 am
"I honestly don't know, but it is interesting." Perrian took the parchment scroll. "This will, I hope, give us some answers." He said and opened the parchment scroll to read it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 8:53 pm
At a glance, the letter was a mess; whoever wrote it appeared to have been in a hurry. The main body of the letter consisted of one line in common. However, around it, there were odd circular doodles and the occasional square. You think you can point out what appears to be the insignia on the outside every so often.
It read: Moondusk Tavern, whenever. The price of horses to be haggled. Get that lothsome beggar Solan to pay his dues
Not exactly something you'd incinerate somebody for... The name Solan seemed familiar though.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 1:33 am
Kail'igen, who seemed to somehow appear out of thin air, points at the name on the sheet of paper. "That's Bellamin, well his last name anyways. There can be other Solans I guess, but that description seems to fit." He turns an looks at the slumbering adventurer, blissfully unaware of what was going on around him.
Basidia was already at Bellamin's side gently tugging at his clothes. "Mister, I think my father wants to talk with you."
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 6:25 pm
The spellsword cracked his neck and opened one eye. Groggily, he looked at who was tugging at this cloak. "Huh? What is it Kail?" Bellamin coughed a dry cough before cracking open the other eye a tiny bit.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 12:15 am
"It appears someone has it out for you." Kail takes the note and brings it over Bellamin. He hold it in front of his face so he can read it. "Do you have any unpaid debts my friend? It looks as if someone was coming to collect."
Basidia wanders over to the pile and stares at it for a bit. After traveling with Kail'igen seeing things reduce to a pile of ash was nothing new. However she had never witness anybody else but her father with that sort of power before.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 9:07 pm
(( I take offense to that statement, Kail'igen/Kowsauni... Lazarus has been around Besidia several times, and though Kail is a level above (5 cp total, actually) He is still a formidable mage, and has done well without being a member of The Illuminati...))
Lazarus watches as the spell-sword shakes himself awake, and listens eagerly for the response to this query.
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 4:44 pm
((Okay, okay... Everybody stay calm; I know tensions are high.))
He looked around. "What? Of course not! Since when am I in debt... Or going to any other tavern? What nonsense" He slammed his head onto the bar and pretended to snore.
You thought you saw his pupils tighten for a split second.
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 5:56 pm
Varnis watched and listened in on the conversation although he was confused. Leaned against the taverns door frame he looked and watched them.
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 10:14 pm
(( Tensions... high? Friendly magely-rivilary maybe, but not tensions. At least from my pov. ))
Lazarus poked Bellamin in his ribs, with the end of the Staff of Mist he held in his hands. "Bellamin, get up and explain which Solan this conserns then! There are few with that name in Miyr; if it's not you then he has to be related!"
Lazarus taps his foot, knowing how the spell-sword can act up sometimes.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 12:38 pm
((Its a quote from an ol' cartoon I used to watch. Doesn't relate in any way... Serial.))
"Bah! All my relatives live in small towns with their small lives and disapproving attitudes..." Bellamin kept his head down upon the tabletop. "Besides, I'm not in debt right now... Nor do I know anything about your so called 'Sponser'." The last bit sounded like he's said it so many times, he'd jsut stuck it on by habit... The fact that whenever he's in here the spellsword's usually asleep, drowsy, or already had too much to drink is another explanation.
He lifted his head up. "Did I..." And with a whoosh of his cape and a small explosion of flash-powder, Bellamin disappeared.
Unfortunatly, a sudden gust of wind blows the smoke away and you see him making a break for it across the empty streets. Not exactly the brightest idea to use smoke on such a windy night.[/color ]
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