The Great Library of Palanthas
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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Warnotes_2008.
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Sender Skrup Date Fri Jan 25 23:44:47 2008 Subject Falling down a Hatch, Rasyx cozy! Skrup followed the rat south with his sword gleaming until it went into a strange shop. 'Where did rat go?' he puzzled with a stoic face. 'Oh well!' he quickly grinned and forgot the rat, for sounds of play came from nearby! Thump Thump Thump, Wack, Grunt (not that kind sicko!). The hatch on the ground shuddered as the fighting continued. So he slowly began pulling open the hatch, SWOOOOSH!!! He fell head over heals into the opening below! THUD THUD THUD, SPLAT!! 'Oh, soft landing!' he giggled, then realized he'd landed upon his old friend Rasyx! 'RASYX!!!!' he chortled with glee. Now Rasyx was one of those friends that... well maybe he just didn't realize that he and Skrup WERE bestest friends. That could be it! The gully giggled, then remembered the trouncing that Rasyx had given him only the day before... 'Him be MAD!!' he though, and quickly grabbed a shiny and ran away. - Skrup (24 hours to Rasyx, after taking his Desert Survival Kit earlier, and finding it empty... Skrup went back for more) Sender Vishar Date Sun Feb 17 18:18:03 2008 Subject Last of the Takhisans So there I was of all places in palanthas.... my back against the wall and a hoard of solamnics bearing down on me.. so I did what any Mino would do in that situation....... I knelt down as if I was surrendering and laid my arms down. the men started to get closer to me just as they were in range I grabbed my weapon and lunged forward with all the power i could muster. the men scattered like bowling pins before my wake. I made trails for the gates... Ohh no they were closing... I thought of what to do breifly then a produced a dagger from beneath my robe and threw it at the pully.. sure enough it lodged it long enough for me to escape. I started dow the path twards the docks hopeing to make a clean getaway. I got to my ship and before I knew it a woman stood before me clad in robes and adorned with symbols of her god. She spoke softly to me telling me that it was her gods will that i be sacrificed to help end the rein of the Knights of takhisis. I gave her a sideways glance and pulld my mace from it's holder. I told her that she would have to take me down fighting .. She slimed at me which threw me off guard a bit.. I am pretty intimidating.. She threw up her hands and a thick cload descended upon us I could hardly see But I swang my mace wildly when The fog had cleared she laid at me feet unconcious.. 24 to Emla from me and Aya the last of the Takhisans Sender Ranyth Date Sun Feb 17 20:19:14 2008 Subject Aliquin Twas a breezy morning on the palanthas docks. The dock creaked loudly as waves crashed roughly against it, making it hard for anyone upon it to keep balance. The fish were not biting as much as usual due to the rough waters. Praying for a bite all morning I sat there in anger. Another fellow by the name of Aliquin was fishing as well. Aliquin miraculously managed to catch a fish. Proudly reeling it in, I snapped and bonked him over the head with my bait pail and stole his catch. 24 to Aliquin. Sender Crag Date Tue Feb 19 01:22:38 2008 Subject Tanon Crag ! Crag! ........Get em Tanon ! The crowd cheered. We circled one another trying to find a weakness but nothing.. we both were experienced fighters and nither of us wanted to lose face infront of all these people. He lunged at me trying to take me to the ground I struggled a bit but finally got him flipped over on his back. He punched me in the eye and knocked me back a bit. we both gained our footing and went at it again.. He kicked at me and aI charged at him back and forth we went for some time. Then we were locked togather He went to go for my knees to take me down And i brpught up my knee and met with his chin. He fell back hard against the stones. We ewre bored so we got some people togather for a cage fight... 24 to tanon from me and Da Sender Kiania Date Tue Feb 19 01:27:02 2008 Subject Crag Boy oh Boy, I was just running amok, and I heard this hidden voice say "I'm a hidin and a furry, come 'a find me in a hurry." I just had to find that voice! So I snuck softly down this trail, and sure enough, there was something shiny and furry hiding behind an old twisted apple tree. When I tried to grab for it, the little thing ran away, with these wirey little legs. So I chased after and caught it. 24 hours to Crag, the furry bastard, no loot. Removed killer Sender Shinare Date Thu Feb 21 04:50:15 2008 Subject woops i accidentaly "c charm saige" and killed him Sender Arrisk Date Tue Feb 26 17:54:27 2008 Subject Dang blasted Kenders! Old man Arrisk smacked the annoying kender with his gnarled cane, yelling obscene phrases in front of a group of pretty young ladies. The kender dropped, eyes dazed and foaming at the mouth. "That'll teach you, insolent whelp!" Hearing the voices and clanking of Solamnic knights, Arrisk peered around the next corner. Find the alley clear, he took off full tilt, uttering an incantation as he went. "Enod on, nuf rof Naik dkp i." (OOC) Been hunting Kian long time. Finally caught the quick kender. Only Large curved looted. Sender Ashever Date Tue Mar 25 03:17:41 2008 Subject Far from home The forest was in pain today, so much so that i was awoken from my sleep in zahn. The guard called me to the edge of the forest where i found a trail of withered and seared foliage. I studied the ground, heavily plated-boots had left their mark traveling south. We took to the trail. There were six or more heavily armored, two others with me. Numbers mean nothing in our land though, we are the elite. The forest sped by we approach like wraiths. we cut down the distance, the trail is fresh. And now we are upon them, silently tightening arrows and loose them without so much as a nod between us three. Sender Kothe Date Fri Apr 4 03:20:48 2008 Subject Xzar Xzar fell in battle today better note to follow .. 24 to xzar from me nothing looted Sender Shronius Date Fri Apr 4 03:29:22 2008 Subject Nathan, Maraxus, and Leodas I woke suddenly in the midst of the great dome in palanthas having taken a long nap through out the day. Outside was some sort of commotion, so I decided to snoop around. The air tingled with magic and blood was on the ground, but alas I could find no battle. Since I had nothing better to do, I decided I would look for the fighting, but there was no trace of which way the fighting could be as I examined the remainders of the previous fighting. I was in luck though because soon a mage appeared in the room his robes rustled as if he had just been in sort of scuffle. The man appeared to have been the same man I had foughten briefly a few days ago so I quickly engaged him in combat while he was unsuspecting. The Solamnic Knights had other ideas though as they had been watching me (probably knowing that I would soon get in trouble). I found myself engaged with four or five knights and the mage managed to slip out in the scene. After a few minutes of fighting a knight fell (Nathan), but I did not recognize him and had no time to pay him any mind. The remaining solamnics pushed me back into the great dome where a number of spectators were now watching and making various comments such as "Kick their asses Shronius!" and laughing at out loud at the knights. One of the knights seemed to be a caster and stuck me with a spell but the affects were very mild and I played on it acting like I had become incapitated. As a knight came close to examine me I planted my foot into his groin and then gave him a nasty cut while he was off balance. The knight fell to the ground and the remaining knights appeared scared and went off to get reinforcments. At this point I noticed the mage who I had originally attacked standing near the back of the crowd, so I chased after him swining my weapon giving him no time to cast or reinstate his magical barriers. warnote + He cast some spell on me that burnt my flesh, but the wounds were only minor and gave him a few minutes to run. I had an idea to where he was going and raced to the southern gate to find the mage attempting to cast a spell. I tossed a decent sized stone at his head off the ground which was just enough to stun the man. Unfortunantly, the Solamnics had returned and I did not have time to finish the mage off. There force was much larger this time and instead of testing myself I decided it would be more advantageous to retreat. (24 to Nathan, Maraxus, and Leodas from Shronius) Good fight Sender Luerk Date Fri Apr 4 04:25:29 2008 Subject Subsequent Retribution Highmaster Trell held his breath, pressing hard into the thick stone wall behind him. He thanked the heavens he was born thin for he easily hid in the shadow of the barricade. The cold stones were frigid and uncomfortable and the sharp ones dug into his back. But the Highmaster welcomed the cold, for it seemed to soothe the burning rage within. He squinted his keen elven eyes, struggling to identity the traitor in the sun. Some distance away, two men conversed in lone tones. The shifty-eyed, swarthy faced fellow bore the standard of the Dragonarmies. The taller of the two wore a worn travller's cloak, but the spurs on his boots gave him away. Highmaster Trell recognized the spurs of the escaped Solamnic knight! He quivered with rage as he clenching the hilt of his blade, his knuckles bone white. but he would master himself, for this man's treachery demanded a slow, precise and painful revenge. The two men began to argue, the traitor growled loudly which immediately cowed him into submission. His eyes darted around, hoping against hope he wasn't heard. "This man is doomed." Highmaster Trell thought to himself. The Solamnic snickered, an insulting muffled chortle. The traitor twitched violently, growing blue in the face. He quickly reached for his knife wedged in his boot. His swing was quick, and it was over far too quickly. The traitor wore a surprised expression on his face, his eyes opened wide but the light fast growing dim. His own blade stuck in his chest, strong Solamnic fingers wrapped around the hilt. Gently, ever so gently the knight laid him down. Highmaster Luerk Trell stepped out from the shadows, smiling brightly. But his cheery face did little to mask the menacing aura about him. "And here I was thinking I would have the pleasure. Tsk. Tsk." There was one solitary and still moment. Then the knight took off in full flight, whistling loudly for his steed. The Highmaster smiled for a moment longer, before slamming the bottom of his fist into the stone wall. "Deollaws eb mih tel dna noitubirter fo setag eht nepo." With ferocious speed a deep crack raced splintered the wall, sloped downward into the hard soil and sped after the fleeing knight. The hapless man made a flying leap for his mount, but the whining horse disappeared from beneath him. Both mount and rider disappeared into the inky black below. (OOC) Tellumealnor and I duked it out and I managed to be stay up on my feet. 24 hours to him from DA Green and Conclave. Only a few pieces looted. Sender Kiyohime Date Sat Apr 5 00:20:16 2008 Subject A repentant Killer (rushed version 1.0) I had a few errands to run outside of Palanthas, out the West gate to be exact, so I retrieved the ox and cart from the Solamnic barracks, where they were kind enough to tend to the beast while I moved into the local Mishakal Temple. So I set off down Platinum Street, out the gate and onto the plains. As I traveled, I came upon a pitiful creature, who was flogging himself and wailing away. He was screaming something about not being worthy, being corrupt and sinful, a horrible black hearted Killer, on and on. I kept my eyes straight, hoping the ox would get a good stride going, but, the traitorous beast stopped next to the creature. It looked back at me and I swear it was smiling.At least its eyes were. Soooo, I climbed out, getting on my best "concerned-for-your-well-being" look, and asked, gently, what was his malady, (besides madness). ""I have taken another's life!"" he cried. ""Is that all?"" I thought to myself. Not like the area around Palanthas wasn't wrought with people knifing and magicking each other into oblivion almost daily. I tried to calm him, then to cast a blessing of quiescence, both of which only seemed to agitate him further. Then, it happened. I recieve Divine Revelation! I heard Mishakal whisper to me."Use the Staff" So I raised up the staff, and with a prayer and invocation... Swung it down on his head, striking him with a resounding crack! He was now quite calm. Actually, resting nicely. Then I heard a Celestial groan."Not like that you oblivious gudgeon! Fix him!" I hurriedly checked his skull, which wasn't too damaged, and set about mending the fissure. When I finished, he was still resting nicely, so, I dragged him off the road, over to a shady tree. Looking around for witnes..er..anyone who may have seen this, I saw all was clear. I climbed back into the cart, and urged the ox on, who just shook his head and grunted, then slowly begin his trot onward. This Divine Intervention thing needs to be more clear in the future. Mishakal be Praised etc. Removed Kothe's Killer as a sort of Mercy thing..24 hours from Holy Order (light) and Mishy's vague Ministerings. Sender Nathan Date Wed Apr 9 22:01:00 2008 Subject Makarth The night air was cool and, since the regulations didn't require full plate for city patrols, it was actually quite comfortable. My patrol was proceding quite normally. I stopped as I heard the clang of weapons up ahead. It was too early for a tavern tussle to turn violent, and besides, they were more likely to use fists than the weapons I could hear. I charged ahead, unlimbering my swords as I ran. I came accross a grisly scene. Lord Maraxus stood, surrounded on all sides by a dark cleric and his menions. Raising my sword in the salute, I charged straight for the cleric. Seeing he was outmatched, he fled, but I persued, while Lord Maraxus fought the foul cleric's menions. I caught the cleric a glancing blow as he was intoning a prayer to his dark god. He fell just as Lord Maraxus finished off the summoned demons. I continued on my patrol, leaving the cleric's uncontious form behind me. 24 to Makarth from Solamnic. Nathan uth Weston, Hammer of the Light Sender Maraxus Date Wed Apr 9 23:12:22 2008 Subject Encounters The brisk night air was soothing after the rather warm day that had passed, taking a walk through the city streets, Maraxus sighed deeply enjoying the mellowness that filled the air within Palanthas. Approaching the monstrous fountain that dominated the imperial square, the knight took a seat on the rim and just listened to the water splash into the pool of water. Quietly focusing, he heard something that didn't sound right, tilting his head towards the sound he heard a quiet murmuring coming from the other side of the fountain. Standing up, he walked around the edge and saw someone kneeling near the fountain facing towards the great dome. Approaching the man, he put a hand on his shoulder which was immediately shrugged off as the man wrenched his neck upwards so that he was staring face to face with Maraxus. A scowl smeared across his face, this man was obviously angered that Maraxus had interfered with whatever he was doing. Quickly shooting his hand towards the knight's face he shouted a few words and emitted a small blast directly into Maraxus face, temporarily stunning him as he stumbled back. Instinctively wrenching his blade from its sheath, the knight uttered his prayer to Paladine and prepared to defend himself. Once he regained his vision he saw that the man was charging towards him, swinging a flail above his head, and shouting more gibberish in, what sounded like, the preperations for another spell. Pulling his shield from his back as he stepped backwards and planted his feet in anticipation of the strike of the flail, Maraxus stood firm in front of the seemingly insane man. The flail fell and the shield rose to deflect it, arcing his blade towards the man he landed the blade in the mans ribs. Screeching sharply he fell back and completed his incantation as a fireball seared towards the Solamnic. Crouching down behind his shield he felt the heat of the fireball begin to envelope him, it burned like no fire he had ever felt. The plume of heat dissipated and Maraxus stood, to see the man kneeling and leaning upon the handle of his flail clearly feeling fatigue from the blood pouring from his side and the spell he had just cast. He was still murmuring gibberish, likely still attempting to produce another spell. His breathing haggard and irregular, coming to stand over him the knight raised his blade and ordered the man to cease his incantations and surrender his weapon. Looking up, the man smiled and completed his incantation, seconds later the man was surrounded by a light mist and vanished completely. Frowning, Maraxus decided he would return to the Solamnic Hall within Palanthas and take record of the event. OOC:Makarth and Myself were having fun beating each other up, in the end I won, 24 hours to him from Solamnics. Lord Maraxus Ter'Silis, Champion of Paladine. Knighthood of Solamnia, Order of the Rose Sender Kothe Date Sat Apr 26 01:39:51 2008 Subject Quintin I found myself in the same position I always do out of money and out of booze.. I knew what I had to do I smiled to myself.. thinking about the rush I get from robbing the innocent. I figured today I would try a new spot maybe I could get some rich merchant or a noble full of coins. I walked the path a few times to get a feel for it and find a good spot that would give me the best outcome in my favor. I waited a while getting bored there hadn't been anyone on this road all day.. I was starting to get angry with myself foor not just using my good ol spot.... when all of the sudden I spotted a man walking down the road wearing some Nice robes. I could feel the rush my blood was pumping and all I could think about takeing him down. I waited till he passed the tree infront of me. I sprung out and tackled him to the ground. I could hear all the air escape his lungs when he landed. I put my hands around his neck before he could take in a breath. he was frantic his feet kicking and he arms flailing about It was rapture. I happened to glance down and note the emblem on his robe it looked to be that of a conclave member. I reeled back from the man leaving him gasping for air. I took a quick look around and lept back into the woods. 24 to quintin from Kothe no loot. Sender Quintin Date Sat Apr 26 22:21:25 2008 Subject Misto There I was walking down one of the streets of Palanthas commiting my spells to memory and thinking of when I will take my test and have a chance to prove my self as a mage. Out of the blue a thief knocked me to the ground and started choking the life out of me. It was over as quickly as it started. Perhaps it was because of the color of my robes or the fact that someone was walking down the road. Either way the thief left and I noticed that during the encounter my spell book and some of my spell components were scattered all over the road. As the man got closer to me I noticed that he was an elf, Silvanesti I learned from his accent. He saw me picking my things up and started laughing and pointing at me saying something in elven. I snapped, I was filled with so much rage and I felt the power of my magic flowing through my veins. I would make this elf pay. I grabbed some of the components from the road and blinded and poisoned him. Lightning shot from my finger tips knocking him to the ground. Satlisfied I continued on my way recommiting my spells to memory for future use. Sender Eirith Date Tue May 6 15:59:37 2008 Subject Hashmalum It is 21:30, Day of Ghabuhmeehr, 5th the Month of Toe-Freeze. "Bothersome little wart" he was not talking about the small growths nor tusks on his face. Instead, he mostly directed the comment at the tiny humanoid standing in his shadow. It had been following him for days now, observing from a distance, until now. "Eirith not know way to holy grove. Leave now!" He had told it. It diddnt care, it enjoyed singing loudly and stomping on the path so that dirt clouds appeared like towering eiriths foot steps did. It was mocking him, Eirith began to seeth, he turned unlocked his weapon....but it wasnt there. It had been replaced with a twig as well, "Firebreath" gleamed in the creatures hands. "RaWr!!!" Enraged, eirith lunged at the figure. The stick held high above Eiriths head he brought it swiftly down into the annoying creatures back. Eirith's eyes grew wide, examining his work as the tiny human teetered then fell onto the path. The stick protruded straight up from the body. Satisfied, he continued wondering if the same technique would work for hunting deer. Untameable Eirith Iz Pr0, Kthnx. (24 from myself and marauder to hashmalum) Sender Kothe Date Fri May 9 02:05:37 2008 Subject siel It was the begining of the tryouts for the new fighting team the king was putting togather and this was the first yeah I was able to sign up. I was so excited at a chance to possibly be an entertainer a gladiator. There was a goodly ammount of people who had also showed up for this event. I stood in line for what seemed like hours before I finnaly got to sign up and get a number. we all had to go wait till they pulled the numbers from a hat to see who was gonna fight who in the first elimination round. I was second in line as was another man named Siel. he seemed to be a formidable opponent. he was not much taller than I and just a little bigger, but I had speed on my side. the first match went by faster than expected it was a Ko in the first round due to a spinning backhand. our numbers were called and we both walked to the ring trying to pump ourselves up for the fight. the bell rang and we started in on eachother. he came at me with a right cross which I ducked and came up with a knee to his stomach. He was staggered a bit but he recovered faster than expected and he came for me a second time this time he faked with the right and jabbed me right in the chin . I was knocked back a step. He saw the opening and charged me. I dropped down and with all my might lifed up to try and flip him over me using his momentum. he hit me harder than I expected but i was ready for it and threw him over me with a shoulder. He landed on the ground with a thud. he laid there for quite some time before he came to his senses. but it was already too late I had won by ko. 24 to siel from Kothe no loot. Sender Eirith Date Fri May 9 02:13:49 2008 Subject Shamus It is 16:45, Day of Grooshnak, 6th the Month of Butt-Freeze. A brawl in Palanthas broke out today. A Huge goblin had apparently been discovered, observing the Imperial Square. He was found, very poorly camoflauged, hiding behind a bush. Less than a dozen Knights and armed civilians rose to defend their city from the invading creature. Though after minutes of chaos insued, it was found that all of the defenders had been savagely beaten. The armed patrol that found the epic mess of property damage and injured humans found no trace of the assailiant. He simply dissappeared into the crowd. Beware, He is armed and dangerous. Untameable Eirith Iz Hiding, kthnx. (24 hours to Shamus from myself and Marauder.) Sender Elinos Date Tue Jun 3 17:58:57 2008 Subject teague Palanthas is a disgusting city. A city filled with filth, where even the knights of Solamnia are more likely to attack a mage than a goblin. It remains one of the most uncivilized cities on Krynn. Case in point: The other day, I was wandering through the city, searching the local mageware shops for magical artifacts, when I encountered Teague. The Black Robe seemed agitated to see me, and shouted at me through the throngs of passersby outsides the various shops in Palanthas. "You! You are the mage, Elinos?" I acknowledged that I was and, he stalked forward, black robes swaying behind him. At this point, I was starting to become annoyed at the crass way the Black Robe was brazenly walking through the city. I stared hard at him and he slowed his advance. "What can I do for you, Black Robe?" He glanced down the street, perhaps searching for a Solamnic patrol. "Your paper on spell components in regards to defensive spells at the master level. Your conclusions are false, and directly contradict my research. Gavof's theory alone shows you to be--" "Gavof's theory deals with spell components made solely of animal matter. My paper deals in components consisting of plant matter. There is no comparison. If this is the caliber of scholarship among the Black Robes, perhaps I should speak to Jendaron about his followers." Teague grew enraged at this, and lunged, with both magic and dagger, at me. I stopped the magical attack with a simple spell, but the dagger scored a line down the side of my chest. I twisted, my staff comming up from the ground to thump the Black Robe a solid blow, sending him sprawling to the ground, where he lay, motionless. I left the area quickly, less the Knights take exception to a mage in the city. (OOC: This is a repost. 24 hrs from now to Teague from me and...well...the rest of the Conclave) Elinos Highmaster of the White Sender Elinos Date Sun Jun 8 04:53:36 2008 Subject tellumaelnor Palanthas is a difficult city to navigate, even under the best of circumstances. Today hardly qualified as such. Today, as I was leaving my shop, a Knight acosted me. "We don't like your kind here, mage." I let him know that I would leave peaceably, and turned to leave, but he would not be swayed. "Magic-users are not welcome here. You're comming with me. Maybe a night in the jails will soften you up a little bit." He leered unpleasantly at me. Not wanting to spend any time in a prison, I drew some sand from a pouch, and tossed it into the air, muttering the proper incantation. He slumped to the ground, asleep. I struck him solidly in the head, and headed for the nearest gate. I fear I will soon have to avoid this city entirely. (ooc: little bit of fun pk. Nothing looted or anything like that. 24 hrs to Tellu from Conclave and me.) Highmaster Elinos of the White Sender Talvidas Date Thu Jun 12 06:54:26 2008 Subject misto Talvidas sighed as he sat in the opulently appointed chambers of the Nightlord. Even the money from the tithes wasn't enough to distract him from the nagging boredom. Things had been slow lately. He stood suddenly, sending spy's reports and prayer requests sliding to the floor. Some air would clear his head, and he was overdue to check on his business ventures in Palanthas. He walked quickly to the chamber of the High Priests, passing unscathed through the holy flames that guarded the door. Standing in the center of the chamber, he raised his hands, and called to Hiddukel to aid him. The torches flared, and Talvidas found himself in Palanthas. The smells of the city flowed over him, and he relished in them, smiling slightly. Cities had always held a special feeling for the High Priest, and he always enjoyed his trips there. Perhaps he would stop by that tavern, where that girl...what was her name? Would be there to warm his sheets. His musings were interupted by a sudden impulse. Kneeling in the street, he prayed to Hiddukel once more. The world seemed to turn around the Priest, and when it settled back again, there was a mage standing with him, looking confused. Moving quickly, Talvidas swung his mace in a low arc, connecting with the white robe's chin, and sending him sprawling. a few more well placed blows, and the mage fell, uncontious. Talvidas smiled again, as he moved towards the shadows and the tavern. (ooc: killed misto in palanthas. 24 hour protection from Holy Order and myself. Have a nice day) Talv Sender Kiyohime Date Sat Jun 14 01:15:31 2008 Subject Late Night Study Session (Jendaron) I was up rather late, going over some documents concerning the movement of this "upstart" Dragon Army or whatever it was called, a hot kyusu of gyokuro on my desk, when I heard the alarm sounded. I stood up and turned, only to face a furious man wearing Black robes.He was uttering something, some magic nonsense I think. A flash of flame and smoke momentarily blinded me, and I staggered out into the main hall. When my eyes cleared this frustrated mage was standing in our Holy Sanctuary, having followed me I think. I tried to warn the enraged caster, but it was too late. About a dozen burly, and very angry clerics piled onto the black robe, pummeling and thrashing him most unkindly, with a very admirable zeal, I might add. Anyway, I went to heal him, but the clerics were dragging him by his ankles, at a run, heading for the Holy Order Jail. The poor man's head hit every step on the way down I fear. Well, I guess everything is taken care of by our excellent staff here, so, back to my tea and studying. 24 hours to Jendaron from Holy Order...Jailed and released...all in fun, no ransom. Sender Dharisath Date Mon Jun 16 20:46:14 2008 Subject Joreous I leaned up against the tree, peeling away at an apple with me knife. It was all Johnny Appleseed and picturesque. With my back on the tree and one of my feet, I took a bite out of the apple as some damned army of vagabonds came rumblin' and stumblin' up the road. Guess they figured any old chum could walk my road. As they passed, I dropped me apple and casually walked in with them. Made my way to the front o' the line an' saw another of my kin leading these tramps. I figured, as I slowly palmed me knife, that this'd be a jolly time for a bit o' tag. I sauntered up and put my arm around the man's shoulders as my other hand sliced his purse strings. "Great day for a robbin, eh?" He looked at me with an extremely confused expression, like a gully who learned there was a number past two. I held up his purse, winked, and took off. He roared and gave pursuit, while his mindless followers kept wandering down the path. I dipped around a tree and waited. He made more noise than a blind ogre in the governor's mansion. A quick leg out gave me a leg up as he tumbled to the ground. As quick as a whip me garrotte was out and around his neck. He was a sleeping baby under a wizard's spell. When I left the woods, he was tied to a tree trunk upside down. A bit o' fun. 24 Hours to Joreous from me Sender Nathan Date Tue Jun 17 03:44:58 2008 Subject Swervin ****Patrol Report for 32nd in the Month of Chislmont, 401 PC**** Patrol reported little activity amonst the stree thieves. Overall, peace reigns, though there seem to be an inordinate number of mages hurrying around. One event of small note: Lone Kender discovered in the harbor area. When asked to leave, he resisted, and was beaten senseless, and left next to the local healer. End Report. (ooc: Killed Swervin. He was a good guy about it. 24 from me and Sol) Nat Sender Sdresk Date Thu Jun 19 01:19:59 2008 Subject Teague As I prepared to make my rounds of Palanthas, a duty of a squire of Solamnia, I attached my sword to my side and strapped my armor on chest. I exited the Solamnic's Base in the center of town and headed to the healer's temple to begin my patrol. As I stepped into the Great Dome, a ghastly sight stood before me as a black robe man of average height stood chanting evil words of some ungodly cantrip. I ordered the man nervously to leave Palanthas, stating my duty as a squire and a future knight to protect the citizens within these city walls. The mage sneered at me and quickly headed towards Imperial Square. Knowing my duty, I followed after him quickly. I struck the first blow, my final warning to him that I was completely serious. The mage quickly spoke many powerful words I could hardly understand. After a battle that luckily ended in my favor, I quickly said a prayer to Paladine, and spoke before the slumped mage how he should leave the town before I dispatch the knights after him. I left his belongings intact and spoke with him about honor, he seemed not to understand. 24 hour protection from Sdresk and Solamnics Sender Kurinth Date Thu Jun 19 01:22:22 2008 Subject the death of Sdresk I was strolling down the eastern road, minding my own business, when i stumbled upon a corpse. this wasnt any old corpse, this corpse had coins in it! unfortunetly i was carrying too much already, so i left them and went on my merry way. Alittle further down the road i found the owner of the corpse. It was an ugly guy, named Sdresk. I could tell instantly that he was wounded, but he was trying hard to hide it He looked at me funny, and that was the last straw, i drew both my swords, cut his legs off, and killed him. Then after unloading some useless eq into pal junk pit i went back to loot coins out of his corpse. 24 from me to him and everyone else if they want it, no just joking. Sender Dharisath Date Fri Jun 20 22:52:56 2008 Subject Kurinth I wiped the bit o' sweat off me brow as I stood over the fallen minotaur. 'Twas no easy task. Ya see, I had me sights set on this nice piece of jewelry, but it was just a bit too high fer me..if ya know what I mean. This here creature did me a bit o' a favor. He plucked that prize right off the pedestal and walked out with it. I was just going to lift it from him, of course, until I realized his strides were so much longer than mine. He took off runnin' and runnin'. I don't think he ne'er stopped. I gave up after awhile, couldn't match his pace. So...a month goes by an' I'm down visitin' me cousin. He runs this "mine" a ways from Caergoth. Just a front fer some smuggling, doncha know? I didn' say nothin' though. Anyways, me cousin is givin' me a bit o' a run around showin' me the ropes an' how hes got this ol' thing runnin' right under the Solamnic's noses. Me an' him have a good laugh about it, an' he pulls out some ale when I spot tha' same minotaur who ran off with me jewelry. So I look at me cousin and say, "Reorx be damned Bartie! Tha's the same minotaur who ran off with me jewelry!" He looked at me strangely. I didn' have no time fer words. The minotaur'd spotted me and was lookin' to run. This time I wouldn' waste no time tryin' to lift the jewelry. I'd decided just to take it from his corpse. So, there I was, jewelry in me hand and minotaur at me feet. He was either dead or as wounded as a cougar flyin' on an eagle's back that fell into a forest jungle then rolled into tha stream over there and then a goblin jumped on him. Ya know? 24 Hours to Kurinth Sender Kurinth Date Sun Jun 22 14:52:03 2008 Subject The attack on teague The setting was gerighelm, The time late. I was stumbling along in a blood crazed rage, leaving dead civilians in my wake. Men, woman, children, old people, it didnt matter. They had money, and i wanted it. Now here i am in gerighelm and what do i see? I see teague There was no time to think, surely if he laid eyes on me he would run Quickly i attacked. The fight was long and hard, and i took some damage, but i came out on top, VICTORIOUS! As i looked over his crumpled body, and looked through his things i saw alot of things that would've looked better on me than on him and i saw alot of things in his backpack that would've looked better in mine But i took nothing i left teague in my wake, to die another day 24 2 T Sender Crag Date Mon Jun 23 00:12:37 2008 Subject Kurinth Upon hearing the news about my fellow Clansman being brutally assaulted and robbed I did everything in my power to make sure that I was on the list of mages that would be hunting hum down. We set out that day with one thing in our minds and that was to bring this maniac to justice.. The search was long a grueling but eventually it lead us to a garbage dump where we spotted him rifling through some things in a pack. The pack looks a bit too fine to be his so i Figured that it was probbably another victims belongings. We fanned out and closed him in before he was aware anyone was even in the area. He had a greedy smile on his face and his eyes showed malice. I was to be the first to aproach him hopefully it would create the diversion we needed for my clansmen to get into position. The moment I stepped out into the open he immediatly went for his sword.. He had lost all intrest in what he was rummaging through. his intent now was to make me the next victim and thats just what we had planned. He moved closer to me his movements fluid and precise. I knew that I had to time this just right for it to work as planned. I acted a bit startled and started to move away from him somewhat like a rabbit when spooked. He took my bait and started to come further into the dump. I told him that I wanted no trouble that i was just looking for some dung beetles to experiment on. He haulted for a minuite then in an instant he bloted twards me. His steel shimmered in the sun as it came crashing down agaist my Iron staff. The clang was resonating I dipped under his next attack and tripped him up with a blow to the back of his legs. He dropped with a harsh thud. As soon as he dropped I ran to where I needed him to be. Just as i had assumed he came running after me. but before he goth there he was Accosted by a rather large barrel of fermented goat urine. the man was knocked unconcious and covered in some very unsavory brew. 24 to kurinth from Clave and DA. Sender Sdresk Date Mon Jun 23 05:54:39 2008 Subject Sources of Knowledge After having repeatedly warned the black robe human to leave Palanthas, and having once become phsyically violent with the man before, the solamnic Squire Sdresk saw the black robe walking slowly towards the healer's. This time though, a tip had been given to the squire that this man would be returning. Being his duty to remove all threats to the peace of Palanthas, the squire chose to attack. 'You are not supposed to be here black robe, we don't take kindly to what you bring to this town!' the squire spoke with a quivering voice to the imposing figure of the conclave magus. The black robe barely uttered a word before Sdresk took a heavy swing with his mace at the man. The blow struck firmly on the side of the head leaving the mage staggering and confused. Quickly the man tried to escape from the squire, leaving the Imperial Square and running for the gates of town. This attempt at escape was thwarted by the speed of the squire and his ability to track his foes. The man fell quickly in a slump to the ground as Sdresk landed the last blow, rendering him unconscious. Quickly he called for the local healer to ensure that the man would live, and then with the help of the local solamnic guards posted in town, Sdresk removed the mage from the city of Palanthas. After returning to the home base of the Knighthood and cleaning both his mace and armor, Sdresk said a few short prayers to Paladine in thanks for his safety and success. Shortly afterwards, he left the hall and to his suprise a white robed man was standing outside, seemingly waiting on him. The two exchanged a quick glance and then headed off to an undisclosed location to discuss the occurances of the earlier hours. 24 hour protection from Sdresk and Solamnics, nothing looted Sender Khel Date Mon Jun 23 18:32:23 2008 Subject Gobble Gobble Goblin I sat there politely as the sun ascended to the middle of the sky, watching as the bright globe made its way from the east to directly over head. The docks were within view, so a nice sea breeze kept me cool as I sat on the ground, leaning back against the old, broken down warehouse behind me. I watched from behind dark sunglasses as coins rebounded off of the inside of the tin can next to me. It had a sign nailed to the wall above it: ------------------------ |BLIND. ANYTHING HELPS.| ------------------------ Most people walked right by, but a couple would stop and grasp my shoulder in comfort and drop a few coins into the tin can. I'd smile sympathetically and bow my head slightly, thanking them for their help. One creature, a goblin, wandered up quietly...trying to sneak up on the blind man. I watched as he looked around and then leaned to his left a bit and looked into the can over his shoulder. He grinned wryly, his squashed nose looking even more grotesque. Ever so subtly, he bent down and dropped a coin in. I thanked him, feigning ignorance. He smiled at me and slowly picked up the can. When he had it safely in his grasp, he quickly walked around the corner. I waited until the few people on the streets weren't looking, then stood up and removed my hat and glasses and stowed them, along with the sign, into my pack. I turned the corner that the goblin had walked and found him crouched next to a trash can, counting his loot. I smiled and slowly walked up to him. He was completely unaware of my presence until my foot came down on his head and slammed his face into the cobblestone street. He kept squirming as I retrieved my can, as well as several coins he had on him. He was trying to squeal something in the common tongue, "You not blind! Not blind! Fake!" His wagging tongue was dangerous. I bent down slowly and pulled out a knife. My hand grabbed his jaw firmly, and I put my head near his face. "Either you shut up. Or. I cut your tongue out." He whimpered and nodded as best as he could with my foot on his head. I smiled and replaced my knife and took my foot off his head. He sat up slowly, and I squatted down next to him, smiling. With one swift movement, I grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the building, knocking him out. I stood up to brush myself off and turned around to see a sanitation worker watching me with wide eyes. "You killed goblin! You killed him! I tell shinnies!" The little aghar ran off in the other direction. With a curse, I took off down the alley, darted around a corner and sidestepped into a small, hidden entrance to the back of a building. 24 Hours of Protection given to Tnaxz from Khel the Aristocrat. Sender Khel Date Mon Jun 23 19:57:51 2008 Subject Furry Little Woodland Creatures The atmosphere felt calm. I thought it might be safe to go outside now. It had been at least half a day since the goblin incident. In fact, the sun was on the western horizon. I dipped out from beneath the awning covering the front of the building and strolled past the place where I usually sat to collect money. As I passed the alley, I saw the goblin still face down in the middle of the street. Flies were buzzing around his head, and he appeared to be missing several pieces of armor that he had previously been wearing. I gave a light chuckle as the view disappeared. I figured I'd take a stroll through one of the parks inside the city. The rich folk usually liked to feed the birds and squirrels and all types of furry little woodland creatures. As I arrived on the scene, I saw a man dressed rather outlandishly. He was dressed in all dark greens and the like, very forest-y. I couldn't help but laugh at how absurd he looked. However, I did notice the silver coins that he dropped into a homeless man's hat. There had to be more where those came from. He began to weave his way through the trees. I had no idea where he was going. Maybe he liked to be alone in the woods. Whatever he fancied, I slinked through the woods after him and his coin purse. I could take a break from my blind act for a month with all of the money he had to have. It wasn't long before I'd caught up with him. I found him meditating in a small grove. As quietly as I could, I stole up behind him and cut the strings of his purse. He was completely oblivious. I stood over him, opening it to peruse its contents when I realized that it was empty. He had selflessly given all of his money to that bum! It was then that he realized I was standing over him, and he quickly spun and tried to knock my legs out. I jumped over his trip and brought my elbow down on his head. He was out. I was about to take off when I noticed a small globe, an interesting looking trinket. Without hesitation it was in my bag, and I was into the woods. 24 Hours of Protection given to Dane from Khel the Aristocrat. Sender Hikwri Date Tue Jun 24 17:28:03 2008 Subject the Ranger and the Hobgoblin who cried Lightning. It was a warm sunny afternoon, i was traverling to Solace, that i knew, the summer is comming and i needed a nice fresh place to ease my body. It was the first time i saw peace in a land. I stepped out of the ferry only to spot a wanted poster, with one of the most horrible faces i've ever saw on a human, messy hair, cooked teeth, sunburned face. As I entered Solacmic territory again, i could feel any safer or in dagngered, anyhow i stroled by the tall Vallenwoods searching for a place to have a drink, a shag and maybe a smoke. Then I saw it, the same human on the poster. But it was no human I'm sure of that. Hes face was red an he was taller than any human guard Ive seen, we spoted each other, gazed the eyes, and i simply wlaked away, i was to tired and battered after the fight i had with that dreadful pirate. Lucky for me i got his preety boots, but for some reason I feel weaker. I decide it to go for a swim at the lake. The first thing that happened right after i came to land was a terrible blow. My legs shaked and my arm where weak. I parried and Dodged many blows, but this hulk was the strongest thing ive ever encontered. I ran for cover, hide, and tried to plan a strategy for getting this creature off this beautiful forest. Again the same dagger sliced my flesh, this time I wasnt able to parry or dodge many blows. When the Hobgoblin was ready to take on the final blow BOOM! a the loud sound of lightning was the only thing that distracted the red hulk. A heavy branch falled on the Hobgoblins head giving me the chance to flee. Ran again, looked back and saw another lightning hit the Hobgoblin, we crossed blades once more, and i fond a spot, and sliced the monsters belly with my axe. THe damage was not enough to kill it, but for some reason he droppen on his knees. 24 hours to Eirith from the Monkey. nothing looted... Sender Jendaron Date Wed Jun 25 02:57:45 2008 Subject Luerk the Treachor On this day, a plot against the conclave was uncovered and partically foiled. The first step to unveiling this plot was to deal with the mage Luerk. I quickly attempted to place him in a divine sleep but somehow failed, Nuitari giving his last smile to the pitiful fool. He fled quickly through the forest of Zhan but, taking a wrong turn ended up falling off the waterfall. I quickly chased after him and used powerful lightning bolts to render him unconscious. I dragged his slumped body back to the conclave's hall and placed him in our jail for trial. Work with renegades, especially within the brotherhood of mages, is unacceptable. There are others involved in this plot, and they also will be dealt with accordingly. Jendaron Mer-Kel Sender Sdresk Date Wed Jun 25 23:40:12 2008 Subject Teague... again As his search for the dwarf that had hounded him earlier continued to produce no leads, the young squire Sdresk again headed to the temple of Palanthas, seeking refreshment from his patrol. Something felt wrong as he entered the scene, and once again found the black robe of solamnic blood in the midst of the temple. He sat and waited, both sneaking and wearing a strange ring that made his appearnce altered to others, something given to him by a cleric as a means of protection. Speaking a prayer to Paladine Sdresk watched as the man stood and left the temple, hoping to be unnoticed by the local watch. Again his trespass in our fair city has gone noticed, and Sdresk was again the one to do something about it. Sdresk struck this first blow against the man, but a sudden fear overcame his heart. Some sort of magical protection used by the mage to try to help make himself impervious to attack. This however worked to his disadvantage though, as each time Sdresk retreated in a way that was advantageous to his position. Dazed from the blows the mage wandered again back to the palace, perhaps seeking the help of the local healer. Sdresk gathered his strength, and his bravery, in an attempt to overcome the powerful magic. Quivering slightly from his inexperience in battle, the squire returned again to the temple to try to finish the job. A few quick blows by the squire across the chest and arm of the mage proved to be enough to subdue him for a moment. Again, Sdresk used his own powers of healing, laying his hands upon the mans chest and praying to his god, "Paladine, forgive this evil man, he deserves to live and again be given another chance to learn from his mistakes." The squire's hands glowed a bright blue as a powerful healing aura eminated from him. Saved for the moment, Sdresk picked up the slumped over body of the black robe mage, and brought him to the eastern gates of Palanthas. "I hope you will learn from this, black robe. We merely wish to keep our city peaceful and your kind tends to bring ruccus." Still disoriented, the man laid upon the ground and moaned sligthly, his wounds still serious but no longer fatal. 24 hours from solamnic and sdresk, no loot Sender Rurik Date Mon Jun 30 22:17:53 2008 Subject Viccaro He looked so smug parading a young kender slave around palanthas. My stomach turned when i saw the chains that shakled him to her, the weapons and heavy equipment she was made to carry around. I watched this disgrace with furious eyes unbecomming of my nature. He noticed my stare and returned it with a sickening grin. The young kender lass ran right into his backside, books and things spilled from the bags she carried. It was when he spit upon her that i assaulted him and liberated the poor girl. Rurik - From Palanthas Prison (24 hours to viccaro from myself and handler. nothing looted. careful now.) Sender Viccaro Date Tue Jul 1 00:51:25 2008 Subject Tyrolan While wandering down the beech of palanthas I noticed a srange figure in the distance.. He looked to be making haste where every he was going. Cloaked in black he looked to be up to no good. I followed the man in the shadows for some time before he realized he was being followed. At that time he took off into an alley to the right I tried to follow but he was gaining ground. I took a shortcut I knew should bring me right ontop of him. I zigged to the right then ran through a building to the left. Just as I had thought i slammed right into him on the other side. He landed squarely on his back and skidded to a hault. His cloaks flew open and I could see he bore the mark of the Dark mages of the conclave. I freed my axe and went for him.. He rolled to the side my axe splintering the road beneath. I cast a spell of air to knock me off balance then sliced my arm with his dagger. I landed a stiff kick to his midsection and a swift knee to the face sent him sprawling to the ground. He got up and with a flash of smoke he dissapeared into the city. 24 to tyrolan from HO and muah Sender Jendaron Date Tue Jul 1 00:52:35 2008 Subject Sobleski [BANK] Zivilyn has transferred 10000 gold to your account. nuff' said Sender Viccaro Date Wed Jul 2 21:35:29 2008 Subject Kilgorin Just when i thought my encounter with the Drk mages was over I spotted another roaming around the streets of palanthas. I figured they must have set that area near the docks as a meeting point. I watched tentativly as he looked around for his missing counterpart. He looked a bit confused then started to walk twards where i was hiding. I was behind a busted up shop that sold fish. I walked out of my hiding spot and right out infront of him. He was taken aback a bit but then yelled 'Get the hell outta my way son I am on important buisness.' I bowed my head a casually stepped back out of the mans way. As he walked by I grabbed the back of his cloak a ripped it off. He whirled around and right there on his chest he bore the emblem of the dark mages. Before I knew it he produced a dagger and started twards me 'You dumb bastard now you will pay for that'. I dodged his attack and backhanded him knocking him nearly off his feet. He let out a blast of energy that singed my shoulder and knocked me back a few steps. He was starting to chant something but before he was finished I slammed the hilt of my sword into his midsection and sweeped his legs out from under him. He landed with a bone jarring thud. being exposed as he was I took a stab at his chest. before i could finish him he rolled out the way. He sprung to his feet and started after me. I lowered my shield just before he got to me and slammed it into his chest. He dropped before my eyes. He looked dead so I left him there for the guards to clean up later. 24 to Kilgorin from Viccaro and Balance Sender Bishope Date Mon Jul 7 05:01:20 2008 Subject Viccaro There was a brawl over bread or some such thing in the city today. I took the initiative of stopping it by myself. One uncanny fact: the instigator, who i paid special attention to, was the one had attacked me and mine just a few days ago. When he wakes he'll see how big a mistake that was. Bishope (24 hours to Viccaro from myself and only myself) Sender Bishope Date Wed Jul 9 04:45:41 2008 Subject Lyndol I caught a man's hand in my pockets as i walked through the crownded Imperial Square. Reactions took hold and As I turned to face him i brought my fist up into his lower jaw. The blow knocked the slender figure off his feet and his body crashed into a nearby fruit vendors stand. I lowered my head to avoid the stares of nearby shoppers then ducked into the Solamnic recruiting office. Bishope (24 hours to Lyndol from myself only) Sender Jendaron Date Tue Jul 15 14:45:49 2008 Subject Khin I was doing work in my shop, perusing my wares and peddling to a few interested shoppers, when a rather tall and scruffy human man entered into my building. I thought nothing of it as the man merely appeared to be browsing he made his way to a position to steal from me. He made off with a backpack of mine that was precious, one I had owned for dozens of years. Before I had noticed it was gone, the man made his way from my shop and was on the north side of Palanthas by the time I had caught up to him. I spoke quick and loud, imploring him to return my backpack if he knew what was best. However this threat was apparently taken as idle, as the man snuck off only to attempt to pick my very pocket this time! I could stand for no more, it was apparent this man suffered from kleptomania, so the decision to quench my thirst for pyromania was easy enough. I threw a ball of pitch towards the man which quickly turned to a fireball. Apparently the local guards saw him attempt to steal from me because they took my side in the conflict. (for once) The man attempted to run from me after a few more guards poured into the room. The human thief became a metal pinball as the local solamnic townguard surrounded him on Garnet Square. I saw this as my opportunity and I called down chain lightning upon him to devestate him from above. The man staggered after my first assault, blood began to trickle from his nose and a single drop fell from his left ear, obviously an effect from the lightning A second incantation of chain lightning knocked the man from his feet, unconscious. Blood frothed from his lips and his eyes remained half open, a look of pain and fear in his eyes. I stood above him, snickering lightly but pondering as well. Why would you try to steal from me you fool? I am the High Archmage of the Black Robes of Nuitari, I am no pitiful traveller or shopkeep. I quickly frisked the unconscious man for my backpack, my bag, and his coins. A fair price for my inconvienence. Let it be a warning to all thieves and pickpockets. That kind of action will not be tolerated in my shop or against me in general. Heed my caution or you will be met with the swift justice of Nuitari's bane. Sender Sdresk Date Wed Jul 16 03:40:20 2008 Subject Crag and a Battle with Kevril I was making my way down West Street in Gerighelm, doing tasks for Ridel and promoting the general good of Paladine, offering my healing services to the local citizenry. I was shocked at what I came across, too dragonarmy members assaulting a local guard. Knowing my duty to Paladine, I said a short prayer and headed off to assault. The nevres of battle still remained in the young squire, but they no longer crippled him with fear. I assaulted the one man, clearly a mage from his outfit. Slashing and striking at him repeatedly I chased him off past the palace of Gerighelm and into the northern parts of town. The second man, a powerful cleric, constantly uttered words of prayer to his Dark Queen. I knew these were no words of healing or prayer, but instead words of curse and beguilment. The man attempted repeatedly to curse me but Paladine continued to smile upon me. The cleric ran southwards, towards the Gully realms and I returned my attention to the annoying mage. I knew that seperating the two trained army members would make them less effective opponents for me to face. I chased the mage through the town, down Peter Avenue, through the park and eventually to Merchant's Way. Shockingly to me, I found myself overcome with strength and power, something I had not felt in previous fights. I believed that the nervous energy that had previously crippled me had now begun to fuel me. I struck a powerful blow across the mage's arm and he fell to the ground in a slump, panting and bleeding. To ensure my own safety, I proceeded to hit him with the hilt of my sword, knocking him unconscious. I said a prayer to Paladine, and left the man and his belongings sitting inside an armorer's shop along Merchant Way. I stopped, spoke a few words of healing and a blessing to Paladine, and returned my attentions to the powerful cleric. Again the cleric laid curses upon me and this time I felt myself lose touch with reality. A powerful curse of confusion was put upon me, and as I attempted to retreat I found myself unable to discern one direction from another. I had been trained for this, quickly I reached into my pack and retrieved a powerful ring given to me by my lord, Ridel. This ring, was said to bestow great inteligence upon the wearer, and see as I couldn't even recall the words to many of my common prayers, I found it highly nescessary and useful. The assault continued, as the cleric poured down the curses upon me, blinding me, sapping my strength, and stripping my voice. I was poisoned and diseased, yet I continued to press on. The battle spilled into the den of filth known as the land of the Gully Dwarves and I wandered, blind, mute and confused through the trash. Repeatedly, I was struck by fireballs, strange magical projectiles, and even lightning bolts as I wandered around. Prayers that were unable to cross my tongue were chanted in my head as I saw visions of Paladine and glory in my head. My prayers proved worthwhile as eventually my understand returned and I began to feel my way around. I searched frantically for the closed door that I knew led towards salvation. Hindered by my poisons and disease, I crawled down the pathway towards the gully's cleric, a strange one I discovered in my travels. I quickly headed towards where I knew he would be, and upon my crawling into the room, he quickly came to my aid, dispelling the curses that had been put upon. I stood, seeing, understanding and able to speak. I returned to fight the two, and focused again on the damned mage as he had proven to be the easier target in the previous encounter. He chose not to stick around this time, and was unable to be found after a short period of time. The cleric on the other hand made his way to Palanthas via the flinger, and I followed him. This damn dragonarmy scum would not come into the city I called home and protected in Paladine's name. Sender Sdresk Date Wed Jul 16 03:41:30 2008 Subject Crag and a Battle with Kevril pt 2 The powerful cleric knew however that he had met his match this day, and after an extnesive search of the city and its surrounds, was unable to be located. Hopefully this massive battle will prove to the dragonarmy once and for all, the Solamnics are a force not to be taken lightly. 24 hours to crag from solamnic, kevril never died, great fight you two Sender Talvidas Date Fri Jul 18 02:44:08 2008 Subject Barp Walking in solace, I saw a gully dwarf, eating a filthy apple. "Hey! Put that down! You don't know where it's been!" I shouted, but to no avail. I wrested the apple from the gully's hand and thumped him over the head with it to teach him proper sanitary eating procedure. He fell down, and I went on, munching on the apple. 24 to Barp from myself and HO. Killer removal. Talv Sender Tnaxz Date Wed Jul 23 21:51:37 2008 Subject Lonex Tnaxz heard screams coming from far away, it was his baaz soldier screaming for help. Running around the garbage, he flung into the city of Palanthas, where he saw his loyal troop has run off to. Scanning around, he saw a thief! Casting his powers of sleep he had learned in his time in the Tower Of Wayreth, he put the dirty thief to sleep, and kicked his head in. Rifling through the unconsious body, he discovered he knocked out the wrong one. Sighing, he looked around, and ran off before the guards asked why he was crouched over a bloody form. Sender Ashever Date Thu Jul 24 01:25:46 2008 Subject Kilgorin [Palanthas] Constantly i found myself worried about the palanthas. Since my arrival in Zahn i had been detached from all news of Palanthas' underground, Rhibbl, the thieves and ridiculous knights that frequent the human town. And constantly i my mind wanders, this time my body followed. [Harbor] I tap my foot impatiently, my patience thinning. It had been more than 4 hours since i had arrived via ferry. I waited there at the trapdoor that lead to the guild hall. Feeling as though i would catch someone. Though to my dissapointment, no one came. Perhaps they had finally been ousted from the city entirely. What was more likely was them that they relocated. It was late now, i hoped to retire to the Inn and restart my hunt in the morning. Things dont often work out that way. I heard chanting, and as i turned onto Diamond the glint of a dagger caught my eye. It fell hard onto its victem, downing him and stopping the chant. I looked down at the body quickly. The figures' robes wer e black, his fingers and face gnarled by Nuitari's twisted magic. The mage's companion, obviously of the same order. Took off running in my direction. I slid, undetected into a doorway. I made a decision then, I knew the danger. I thrust my foot out, the man crashed face first onto cold pavement and i stared directly into the eyes of the dagger wielding man. Danger was now more present. I saw his intention then, this was robbery. He bore down on me, unlatching an axe from behind. He swong the combo viciously. I stammered backwards. Weaving back and forth to avoid the blows, i realized this man coul d easily kill me here. Thinking quickly i pluck two warrows from the quiver slung across my back, then thrust my body forward against inertia and common sense...The arrows sink deep within his chest and things spill out from a pouch the blow ha d apprently punctured. I heard the clank of metal on stone and turned. Knights. I drew my bow now, notching arrows, but when i turned back to aim at the man he had vanished. I picked up the tiny items that had fallen from his breastplate. A stamp. At a quick glance the print read: DeathJester. DeathJester had the right idea, i followed suit and dashed down the ally before the patrol arrived. Ash (24 to Kilgorin from me and Wildrunner. Fight included Tarones, Kilgorin and Guido. Nothing looted. I guess we are 'to be continued' again Guid. Come back soon, Ol Man.) Sender Rurik Date Fri Jul 25 02:00:10 2008 Subject Tnaxz I Borrowed something from this goblin that was chasing me around chanting and stomping his feet! It was his pants, they were made of sharkskin. But as soon as i took them, he ran off So, i guess ill have to give them back to him later ? How embarassing. Rurik (24 hours to tnax from me and wanderlust. For real, i took his pants) Sender Jendaron Date Fri Jul 25 07:52:18 2008 Subject galadir/nathan Two knights fell this evening, two 24 hours of protection were given. Both were voided as another battle commenced afterwards. Nothing looted from either corpse, no current protections. story tommorow on the fight Sender Jendaron Date Sat Jul 26 19:44:52 2008 Subject Konan I hath struck down a wretched dragonarmy soldier this day, in the town of Palanthas before the healer. I shall continue to exact my revenge against this foolish army until Nuitari is satisfied. I have begun with this foolish minotaur fighter, and will continue as the opportunity presents itself. nothing looted, 24 hours from jendaron and conclave Sender Kiyohime Date Sat Jul 26 19:54:39 2008 Subject No Loitering So, I was walking around just outside the east gate of the city, and I se this big fugly mino (Is there any other type?) and this scrawny black robed mage (again, stereotypical) arguing over who was the more powerful. Honestly, they were just loitering around, scaring the locals and children. I tried to get their attention, but, they just ignored me. I will never be ignored. I called upon the heavens, willing the earth to shake and tremble. I just wanted to scare them, but, you know, making the earth rattle probably wasn't the best idea. The mino beat hooves to the city, but the black robe ,well, tried to stand his ground. Um, until it sort of opened up under him, and kinda swallowed him up? It got sort of ugly then. He screamed a lot of unkind words at me before disappearing under the dirt. Oops. Again, I raised my hood up, and quickly headed to the temple. Mishakal no doubt had words for me ,too. 24 hours to Jendaron and 23 minutes to Konan from Holy Order Light. Removed Killer on Jend and shok some dust off Konan. Sender Alexandros Date Sun Jul 27 21:41:31 2008 Subject Galvin A naked man with a wavy dagger attacked me in Sanction. Thinking him a loon, I locked him in a tent with some angry draconians. Now Sanction has one less problem to worry about. Took his outrigger 'Waverunner' because now I can claim I'm a pirate. 24 to Galvin from me and Clave. Sender Alexandros Date Tue Jul 29 02:18:43 2008 Subject Galvin I was taking a nap in the Forest of Wayreth (hey, its a nice place, mossy and stuff). Anyway, all of a sudden I woke up and something was very wrong. Tons of people were fighting each other in the forest. I saw that naked guy again and was worried he was following me. Since we haven't developed proper restraining orders yet I took care of the problem myself. 24 to Galvin from me and Clave. No loot, Returned his... 1 arm3r... Sender Menoch Date Tue Jul 29 04:55:15 2008 Subject Tarones The Great Dome in Palanthas shone with the reflected glory of Paladine. Everywhere, white marble gleamed with the power of the light. Menoch sat still, dull cow eyes not noticing the brilliance of the gods around him. The power of the place was in him, but he didn't even notice. He was sitting, Staring out of the temple when a hand tapped him on the shoulder and a voice spoke: "Greetings ogre. Would you be interested in helping us to kill a priest? I am Tarones, and I am seeking his death." Menoch turned slowly and stared at the small man before nodding. They traveled swiftly into the city until they found Viccaro. Tarones swung first, and Menoch followed through, but somehow his mace missed the priest, and slammed into Tarones, knocking him uncontious. Menoch, confused at the happening, wandered off in search of something to eat. (ooc) 24 hours to Taro from Marauder and me. Please note that it is actually "Marauder and me" not "Marauder and I," because you would not say "protection from I." Have a nice day. Sender Galvin Date Fri Aug 1 00:54:26 2008 Subject Kevril It is 21:00, Day of Dream Dance, 3rd the Month of Winter Come. We lost them when darkness came down. Goblins and men, zombies driven by disease. My party, consisting of 4 other Silvan, set up in a alclove. We knew full well this is the first place they would check for us. shacked up in trees as the sniffed through, we reigned down arrow upon arrow at them. Paladine saw fit to appease my prayer for fire. In the end, many of them had fallen. One of them was a leader of the dragon army. None were Makarth. We pushed We pushed the body away into the river. Galvin (24 hours to Kevril from holy order. fell into a trap made for makarth. nothing looted) Sender Galvin Date Fri Aug 1 01:32:13 2008 Subject Alexandros It is 21:00, Day of Dream Dance, 3rd the Month of Winter Come. An apprentice blackrobe was also among the fallen. I was told he came after the raiding party, though was brought down only after he had begun to chant. The body was also sent down the river. Galvin (24 hours to Alexandros as well. Star metal shield and Torch taken) Sender Jendaron Date Fri Aug 1 04:14:29 2008 Subject Kiyohime This day I have attacked and killed the leader of the Holy Order Light, Kiyohime. She was quickly dispatched by my powerful magic, and she will be placed in the Conclave's Tower Jail, as the result of one of our own mages being in the Holy Order jail. Her release can be negotiated with other leadership per the release of Adept Crag. 24 hour protection from Jendaron and Conclave + pending trial Sender Ralmus Date Sat Aug 2 20:50:04 2008 Subject Makarth THIS JUST IN After wandering the Abyssal plains for years in order to "find himself", Ralmus' midlife crisis finally came to an end and he returned to Krynn - marking his reappearance with an epic underwater battle against the dread cleric Makarth in the sunken ruins of Istar. In true Ralmus fashion, thousands of innocent aquatic bystanders lost their lives needlessly to dark magic before our dashing black-robed hero prevailed in his fight. Leaving death and destruction in his wake, Ralmus was seen by witnesses to have left the ruins through a portal, but not before blowing a kiss at a school of mermaids and making obscene hip thrusting motions, cackling madly all the while. Sender Jendaron Date Wed Aug 6 23:41:58 2008 Subject Makarth After a long and arduous battle between a powerful cleric and a black robed archmage and his apprentice. The streets of Palanthas turned red with the blood from the battle, each side having their ups and downs. Eventually though the magic of the two followers of Nuitari proceeded as he shone high in the sky and blessed them with his power. The cleric found himself in a slumber, unable to awaken and eventually silenced, blinded and confused by magical means. Victory finally occured as the cleric fell into a slump. The archmage grinined to himself and his apprentice as they stood before the huddled figure. He reached down and tugged a single ring off the finger of the cleric. He then handed this ring to his apprentice and nodded to him, the apprentice enclosed his hand upon the ring in his palm and felt its power radiate. Nuitari's blessing shines upon those who dedicate themselves to the arts, as was shown today in an epic battle of magic and wit. 24 hour protection from Conclave and Myself 1 item looted, thanks to Crag for the assist (he actually landed the sleep/malads) Sender Alenth Date Fri Aug 29 17:02:19 2008 Subject Crag Traveling today in palanthas, heading towards a tavern to celebrate my new promotion, I encountered the black mage, Crag. Liking neither Black Robes or even Mages in general, I quickly hurled the divine power of Paladine at him. He fell quickly and lay there uncontious while I continued to the tavern. Alenth (ooc: Killed crag, it was kind of a lousy pk, we both had to leave. Anyway, 24 hours from Solamnic to Crag.) Sender Khanon Date Fri Aug 29 17:59:02 2008 Subject Wulfgar It's been nearly a week since I've returned to Palanthas from my travels. Most of which has been spent traveling around the countryside finding old friends to borrow money from. It's hard for me to explain to them the cause of my absence or my unexpected return. When I arrive for a short visit with my hand out I realize the destitute remnants of a Knight they see before them is not the image they remember of me. I'm sure the trust they have in lending me these financial favors is based purely on that old Knight. The man they once knew. So much has changed in the city. It will take much time for me to come to terms with differences from then to now but after assuring Lord Ridel that I'm up for the task I feel a renewed vigor to do so. The countryside however is much as it used to be. Years of this fresh air and these rolling hills of captured my eyes and filled my lungs with their essence. This is home. I am home. This afternoon I begged the last of my favors and was on the trek home to commission a new set of plate from the armory when an unlikely vision came to me. It was a dwarf that I once knew years ago. He was always a self-disposed unruly fellow but I couldn't remember last having a quarrel despite his alliances to the "shadier elements." He was somewhat down the path ahead of me wearing what must have been training gear. I watched as he attacked random passersby on the trail and the vow I spoke so many years ago to the Knighthood and renewed only days ago sparked a fire in me I've long since felt. Having just an old training weapon temporarily gifted me by the brotherhood and a leather breastplate borrowed from a friend, I knew it was a dangerous endeavor but stepped between the dwarf and his prey all the same. He reacted with speed and zeal which caught me unaware after so many long months of neglect for my training. Fortunately for me when he turned toe and began his onslaught he forgot to consider the prey he left behind. I presented two successive failing parries nearly losing my sword hand when a rather large woman walloped him with a tree branch. I found comfort in knowing that the beauty of the realm, the spirit of the people that I always loved, was still intact. I hugged the woman who so bravely rescued her rescuer and left the dwarf with the local authorities. So here I find myself again on the road of a brand new adventure. Where will it lead I wonder.. Thankfully I'll have plenty of time to ponder the nuances of life in Solamnia. Hopefully I will be here for a long, long while. OOC: Gave Wulfgar a little spanking and looted his leveling eq. Thanks old buddy! Khanon uth Relek Sender Kiyohime Date Sat Aug 30 07:39:56 2008 Subject A Lost Solamnic Soul Well, I returned to Palanthas, after my short abscence, ready to take my position as the Leader of the Holy Order of Stars, Light Sect. As I wandered down Platinum, I saw a mighty knight, one I knew by reputation, but not in person. He was famed as being a just and noble knight. A Knight of the Sword! As I approached, I could see he was distruaght and anguished. I felt compelled to offer him comfort, and hear his tale of woe. He apparently ridded the fair city of some evil black robe wearing spell caster. A very noble deed! However, he was perceived as doing it a bit too earnestly, and some called him too proud. He wnated to be forgiven, and have his confession heard. Well, that is part of my duty, so, I listened as he poured his heart out. When he finished, and asked for absolution, I had to think hard about how that was done. So, I offered a prayer to Mishakal on his behalf, and granted him forgiveness. I was so caught up in the moment, I was a bit too zealous with the "Touch the forehead with the Staff" part. I sort of hit him, hard. Too hard. Well, I asked a few of the passer bys, to help carry him to the outpost in the city where we left him in the capable hands of the squires there. I felt a psychic slap in the back of my head, nad our Blessed Lady's Voice. "A Touch, a Tap, but not a full blown THWACK! you foolish girl!" I took comfort in Her Voice, and rubbed my head ruefully. Yes ma'am, I will try to remember that 24 hours to Alenth from myself and Holy Order (Light) Of course this was a Killer removal, and in no way an attack on the fine knights in the Solamnic Knighthood. No loot, as always. Sender Eirith Date Sat Aug 30 21:30:48 2008 Subject Khanon Smashed man who was wearing nothing but him skibbies today. As me take copper coin from his 'purse', me begin to think think how it waste of time. Then me remember pot pie only cost, 12 copper. Only Eleven more naked knights need to be bashed, praise Morgion...and Takhisis. Eirith (24 hours. Looted a copper.) Sender Tyrolan Date Mon Sep 1 22:19:36 2008 Subject Mia So much time has passed. So much time. Since the early days of my apprenticeship, I haven't left the towers in Wayreth. I've been in here, working on my spells, perfecting them, and then perfecting them further. Only by the light of a candle in the bowels of the Studying Tower, I've been reading, casting, and perfecting my Art. However, today! Today was going to be different. Today, I was going to use a very high tiered spell. Today was going to be the day that I control the elements themselves. I had everything ready. I spent the entire day yesterday pulling a spirit from the stream of souls to test on. It silently cursed and spat at me from the binding circle, unable to do anything. The spirit was a opaque version of a fallen Minotaur warrior. Pierced through the neck via an arrow and various other slices and cuts on its incorporeal form showed how it died. I took position in front of it after meditating on the words and motions for four hours. I wanted this to go absolutely correct and would need perfect concentration. The spirit still cursing my existence could do nothing as I raised my arms and moved them in a fluid and strange dancing motion through the air. The candle in front of my flared and flickered with a pulse of my motions. After a few more motions, a rush, a tingling flew through my being, extending from my core and pushing out quickly to my hands. Completely lost in the ecstasy of the magic, I didn't hear the door open. Nor did I notice the presence enter the room. The raging storm of fire and wind blow forth from my hands and enveloped the spirit. It screamed in agony a silent scream. The flowing living fire looking for another target struck the individual who was at the door watching the dancing flames. A blood curdling scream erupted from the form and blasted them into the hall! The scream pulled me from the moment and came crashing down to reality. The trance broke, the magic faded, I looked at what I had wrought. The spirit, floating in the air burnt and smoldering, the walls, floors, and ceiling charred and the figure in the hall burnt beyond recognition. I walked up to the smoking mage, unconscious and moaning from the pain and shock. Annoyed now that I was interrupted I conjured a missive to send for a healer. They came quickly on the wings of magic and looked down at the form and back up at me. "What happened here?" scowled the white robe. "This mage interrupted my studies. I did not mean for it to happen," I sneered back, "And I don't appreciate the accusing tones in your voice." The white robe with a few others took the injured mage out through a portal to the infirmary. "We will look into this and see if there was any wrong doing by you and report to the conclave," said the white robed mage, obviously not believing his story. "I do hope justice is served," I said flippantly as I went back into the study room to continue my experiments. ********************************************************************* This is obviously an accidental killing of Mia by me practicing spells. I appreciate the Imms jumping in and helping out. Tyrolan Sender Alenth Date Tue Sep 16 01:22:49 2008 Subject Cry Wulf The robes of the High Clerist are remarkably uncomfortable to wear in the heat. Today, as I was making my rounds through the city, examining the defenses of this great city, I noticed a strange feel to the air. Something evil was afoot. I stopped, to confer with Croaker, to see if he knew of any evil in the city, but as I approached the former High Justice, a black-robed man ran at me from the shadows, screaming prayers to Takhisis, and swinging a large warhammer in my direction. I leaped backwards, almost tripping over my new robes of office, and barely managed to get my weapon in line to block the next blow, aimed at my face. He lunged, and I saw the armor of the dragonarmies plain under his robes. Ducking another blow, I prayed to Paladine to guide my strike. Pointing at the dwarven cleric as he was mid-swing, I cried out my prayer, and Paladine struck through me, sending a bolt of light at the cleric. Clutching his burned chest, he staggered back, and I swung a single swing at his face. He turned, and the end of my flail struck him a glancing blow to the temple. He fell, his prayer to his queen still on his lips. Gathering up the uncontious soldier, I bade Croaker dump him outside the city gates, and I continued on my way. 24 hour protection from myself and the Knighthood to Wulfgar Lord Alenth High Clerist ooc: just some good fun pk. no looting or anything. To the Dragonarmies: Bring it on! Sender Kiyohime Date Mon Sep 22 22:47:30 2008 Subject A Heathen and a Braggart! As I walked down the street in Palanthas, a loud crash brought me out of a daydream. People were running past me, apparently frightened by something. I could see it was something happening around the Temple Of Kiri Jolith, the Blessed son of our Gracious Lady. I felt at some obligation to see what the commotion was. Upon arriving, it appeared a rather disheveled warrior, wearing the soiled robes of Kiri, was attacking the acolytes in the Temple, boasting he was a knight of that Temple, and the better of any who worshipped there. Looking at him, I knew by his unkempt appearance that he was certainly not of the Holy Order, and was most likely not a Knight of Solamnia. I stepped toward him, trying to get his attention and calm him. He turned wildly, staggering about. Just who in the Abyss do you think you are to speak to me?" he bellowed. I answered that I served Mishakal, and was there to help him. "Mishakal?" he yelled, "That filthy little who..." About that time, my hands went up and a bolt of lightning knocked him across the Temple and left him slumped over the altar. I took a bit to calm myself, as a few of the city guard showed up, looking around. I directed them to take the heathen, for it was the only civil thing I could think to call him, to the Solamnic Outpost near the centre of the city. He could sober up and have his new burns and injuries attended to there. As the guards removed the would-be-Templar, the Temple priests slowly stood up from around the room, staring at me wide eyed. I blinked, started to raise my hand in a gesture of freindship, but upon doing that, they all dived for the floor again. So, I sort of waved, and slowly backed out of there. I had a feeling I may of overdid that a bit. Removed Killer from Aaron, and lectured him on being a Heathen! 24 hours from Holy Order (Light) providing he work on his apostacy. Sender Kael Date Fri Oct 24 04:16:44 2008 Subject Sanathos, Conjurer The binds of a journal slowly crack open and pages flip, revealing its contents. The granite streets gently squeak under the woven boots of the hunting warrior, the bustle of the alleyways a faint blur amidst the thumping of adrenaline and a steadily beating heart. I have not felt this exhilaration in some time. Ever since that day in the woods near Sanction when I found myself bloodied and clad in rags, nursed by a kind ranger, my life has never held any meaning. For some reason that eludes me, I can recall neither my past nor my identity. The only object that I foolishly believe to hold the key to my mystery being a cracked seal of a house that no one remembers. "The House Encuintras, I believe? I've seen it somewhere before, but I can't be sure," the ranger shrugged when I asked for his advice, speaking in the little of the common language we shared. "Oh yes, the person who brought you here, one of those Solamnian Knights, he said your name was Kael." Filled with hope, I asked about the whereabouts of the knight. "Oh no no," the ranger shook his head with a noticeable sadness, "I could only save one." No, I cannot be distracted by this. For now I am but a mercenary working for pay. I have come thus far to the city of Palanthus to uncover my past secrets, but before I can work on my true agenda, bread has first to be put on the table. The heartbeat quickens again and my swordarm steadied for the task that was to come. A warm outline of a Silvanesti clad in the white robes of the Wizards' Conclave appeared amidst the bustling crowd in the Imperial Square. I cannot miss, not now. Flipping a serrated dagger from a hidden sheath within my greaves, I stabbed the back of the mage. Not too little, not too much. I watched as the mage's eyes widened in fatal surprise and I felt a tinge of remorse. No, not now. I grabbed his pouch and let the natural excitement of the crowd drown my tracks. For now, the pay will have to do. The pages flip furiously to a close and leave a trail of dust in the air. OOC: 24 hours to Sanathos from Kael and Shadow. I warrant to return Sanathos his log, as promised. Sender Eleena Date Fri Oct 24 13:20:11 2008 Subject Kael After 3 long years on the waters, I'm finally back at Palanthus. Everything's changed now I no longer know the streets nor the faces. Barely two sips into my Irish Red, shouts were heard from the street beneath my cobwebbed room in the inn. My hand went to my blade instinctively, while I peered over the window, just in case those bounty hunters knew I was back in town. A robed figure fall to the ground as another run from the scene, dagger quickly back in sheath-- the handling of that blade told me he was no stranger to fights, nor that he was a stranger. Could that be...? No. The story goes that he was left for the dead. Unless necromancy is now back in fashion, I have yet to see who rose from the dead. But that outline, that odd sense of liberation that imbibed him-- hm, interesting. Before long, I was out of the inn and after the fleeing assailant. Rounding a crowded corner he suddenly turns and strikes. "KA--" I began but was not allowed to finish my sentence. He did not appear to know who I am at all. "UGHHH" as I took a slice to my arm during that moment of recognition. Local guards were bearing down on us, I could hear the armor clanking from miles away. I needed to get out of there quick! Circling him, I caught him by the neck and tightening my hold just until he passed out. "Sorry" I muttered before speeding down the alley with the guards hot on my heels. (OOC): 24 hours to Kael. Sender Kael Date Sun Nov 2 02:28:57 2008 Subject Acaydon RavenClaw, Mercenary I noticed a group of rowdy swordbearers today amongst the vallenwoods nearby the township of Solace. Having confronted their supposed leader as to their business in the woods at a strange hour of the day, I received a hostile and dismissive response both from him and another of his band, perhaps indicative of the nature of their shady dealings. Further, the leader dishonoured the name of the great Kiri-Jolith, a transgression that I do not take lightly. Not wanting to make a scene in the peace of the township, I allowed the band on their way, but noted the distinctive emblem upon their armour. A warning was issued that should any of their band cross my path in the future, the consequences would be nothing short of dire. Unfortunately for a hill dwarf amongst their ranks, that day came soon enough. Ignoring the warning bestowed upon him, the dwarf appeared in the streets of Palanthus. I subdued him promptly and handed him over to the city guard. The hill dwarf has promised to return the "favour" soon enough and I will hold him to his word. My sword will be drawn should we have the opportunity to meet again. Kael Encuintras. OOC: 24 hours to Acaydon to those who consider themselves my allies. Sender Acaydon Date Sun Nov 2 12:52:00 2008 Subject A Brutal Attack A caravan arrived at the city at its roads end, which left me without a job. I'd been hired as a guard for the long trip, an honest enough job for one familiar with both the road and of my profession. Shortly before arriving the lead merchant informed me that this would be the last stop on his journey for quite some time. I ended up at a local, but crowded inn and as chance would have it sat with an unusual person. By and by, it came around that he was looking for some help and as it would happen I needed a job, a perfect match it would seem. After enjoying a fine meal, my compliments to the innkeeper, we were accompanied by a pair of fellows one similarly looking for work of some kind or another and the other an apparent friend of that unusual fellow. We spoke a while of various work and jobs to be done. We left the inn together, still discussing the details, on our way to the location in question. I, being a hill dwarf, have some skill with masonry and was indeed hired for just such a job. This Kael person, of whom I've never met, and certainly have never had any dealings with, finds me in the fine city of Palanthas, on my way to the great library no less. I had to check a few minor things for the masonry work I was doing. He, without so much as a word, jumps in and starts attacking me. I'm no stranger to battle, when I see it coming, but to have one attack from behind is quite cowardly. I suspected robbery for certain, only to learn he is a supposed member of the city watch. This ruffian attacked me with nothing more than unfounded suspicions, never once did he confirm his claims of my intentions or dealings with anyone. It was quite disrespectful and his claims of warnings are all complete lies, for there was no need of warning for an innocent contracted agreement to do some masonry repairs. His vigilante style for justice without any confirmation is a disgrace to witness in any local authoritative figure. If I wasn't such a forgiving fellow for this misunderstanding I certainly would pursue for his immediate removal from the local watch for his unprecedented actions on an innocent dwarf trying to make an honest bit o' coin.... Sender Kael Date Mon Nov 3 20:37:18 2008 Subject Acaydon, a different kind of mercenary? It was a stroke of fortune that led me to chance upon a familiar figure today, a hill dwarf wandering within the city of Palanthas. However, stranger circumstances dictated our present meeting. Having had an acrimonious end to our previous encounter, I was quick to draw my sword to subdue the dwarf and to preempt a nasty altercation when I found him at the entrance of the Great Dome. The dwarf was uttering guttural words I can only assume to be magic and possessedly tapping on a symbol of Sargonnas, certainly an oddity for one of his kind. I admit that doubt did abound in my heart as to whether my previous assesssment of the dwarf's threat to the city's safety was erroneous, for his pleas to the city guard appeared sincere and genuine. I consider my actions now vindicated by my witnessing of his obedient chants to the Dark Queen's consort. Further, it bears noting that I have uncovered amongst the dwarf's packs a strange emblem of allegiance to a particular cult -- a medallion branded with what appears to be a symbol of a scarred face. Hopefully, my retention of this item will lead to a greater future understanding of the business the dwarf and his fellowship has in these fair cities. Kael Encuintras OOC: 24 hours to Acaydon from my allies and I. Sender Kael Date Tue Nov 4 20:42:55 2008 Subject Shinji A loud battle shout and a subsequent whimpering deathcry ringed through the city of Palanthas in the wee hours of the morning. A squire stationed in the Palanthian Solamnic garrison and on guard duty at that time was dispatched to investigate the incident. This is his report, penned in the squire's log book: To my brothers-in-arms, I am Kael of the House Encuintras, Squire of the Crown. Having heard sounds of battle in the early hours of the morning in the vicinity of the Garrison guard post while I was the duty squire, I vacated my post to investigate the anomalous happening. I searched both the secluded alleys and main streets and noticed a trail of blood leading to the northwestern portion of Garnet. There, I discovered a cloaked human crouched over a patrolling squire with a blade in his hand. Logical inference led me to the conclusion that the human did attack and murder the squire and I was compelled to subdue the human and bring him into custody. He will be contained in the Palanthas city jail pending further investigation. Est Sularus oth Mithas, Kael Encuintras Squire of the Crown OOC: 24 hours to Shinji from the Knights of Solamnia. To clarify, no jailing in-game is to occur; it is just for storytelling's sake. Sender Eleena Date Thu Nov 6 03:24:40 2008 Subject Shinji The few pathetic coins that amounted to my wealth jingled in my pocket as I strode down the streets of Palanthas. Several tens of silver short needed to pay the innkeep, I slipped out the backdoor before dawn broke. While I did earn a livelihood selling my swordarm to the highest bidders, I made it a point to at least pay off those who put a roof over my head. Soon my lonesome jingle was joined by the chorus of a much fuller purse. I looked around nonchalantly while strengthening the grip on the hilt of my blade. I reduced my pace and fell behind. Raising my unsheathed sword, braced by my arm, I dealt a swift blow to knock out the unsuspecting figure. Pulling his coin purse loose, I turned the corner on Steel Street and whistled a brighter tune that matched the now louder jingle of silver. (ooc) 24 hours to Shinji from me and those who walk the same path as I do. Sender Kael Date Thu Nov 13 00:52:54 2008 Subject Derkylos After observing an influx of monks, all cloaked in innocuous brown robes, to the city of Palanthas within the confines of these past few weeks, I decided to do some sleuthing of my own to ascertain the authenticity of these supposedly devout creatures. Preliminary investigations exposed the random beggar scouring for food under the pretence and an occassional exiled brigand who was erroneously let back into the city due to the disguise. None of these characters caught my attention, till a monk passed me by one day. I felt a sense of repulsion one can only experience when in close proximity with a being of pure evil. Placing my gauntleted hand on the monk's shoulder, I promptly apprehended him and released him from the city of Palanthas with a warning that he should not return till he changed his ways. Kael Encuintras Knight Postulant Order of the Crown OOC: 24 hours from the Knighthood to Derkylos. Sender Derkylos Date Thu Nov 13 06:42:34 2008 Subject Adverse fighting style. This day began like most did waking up, meditation, small breakfast, and then training. Today Derkylos was paired up with someone who was supposed to be 'closely matched' to him. The training began as normal days did, a few blows blocked and dodged a few scratches landed nothing serious. Then his opponent let down his guard, he had tired himself out from using the heavy handed fighting style and Derkylos snuck a blow in to the bottom part of his opponents jaw to teach him never let his guard down. At that moment his opponent had become enraged and began to fight fiercely, seeing this was no longer a training match but a duel Derkylos began to fight full force as well. He knew his opponents style very well, hit hard and miss nothing. Little did his opponent know Derkylos had adopted his own technique of fighting and concetrating more on wearing down his opponent than striking at first. After setting in his strategy and seeing his opponents weariness Derkylos then began to strike, punch after punch after kick after dodge. It seemed like his opponent was defending out of strategy when he just suddenly fell. It turns out his opponent was so exhausted he collapsed in the middle of the dual. With that the others dragged him to the healing tent and Derkylos went about the rest of his day without a worry, yet a cocky smirk on his face. (OOC) friendly duel 24 to Seig from Holy Order and myself. Sender Aldren Date Thu Nov 13 18:03:11 2008 Subject Acaydon RavenClaw Acaydon, a mercenary for hire, fell by my blade today. It appears that my attack was a slip of judgment on my part, for the mercenary has not yet partaken in the rites for admission into the newly-formed Brotherhood of the Scar. Nonetheless, I did learn something new today. A Brotherhood of the Scar member, Raeszor, stood idly by while Acaydon was attacked and it seems that the allegiances between the mercenaries and the Scar are well nigh thin, if existent at all. Or maybe, just maybe, the members of the Brotherhood of the Scar are far too busy protecting their own skin rather than lending an arm to those in need. So, to those of you who would hire a mercenary to guard you on your travels or to protect an important member of your community, do think twice before hiring those who cannot seem to hold their own or have in them to assist others. You certainly wouldn't want to find it out the hard way. Aldren Kyra'dir (50 silver pieces for an escort mission, request a rate quote for other services) OOC: 24 hours to Acaydon. Sender Kael Date Sun Nov 16 02:01:45 2008 Subject Derkylos, a new mercenary recruit I caught the drift of fresh blood in the air today on my patrol through the Solace vallenwoods. Screams of anguish were to be heard not too far away in the town of Tantallon and I hastened there, only to find a familiar being -- a half-elven monk that I had once banished from the city of Palanthas. It was there that I witnessed the relentless and brutal beating of a loyal servant. Blinded with rage for the innocent, I drew my sword in aggression. However, the monk was swift-footed and fled with an alacrity rarely seen in these parts. I promptly gave chase, but I soon realised just how out of shape I have been for the past few months when my heavy breastplate started weighing down on my pace. It was not long before I lost all trace of the monk. An outlandish hunch then struck me. I recalled a brief meeting with a rowdy group of mercenaries in the woods slightly west of the Solace township not too long ago. Could the monk be party to their group? I decided that there was no harm seeking answers and I ventured towards the vicinity of that last encounter. I couldn't believe my fair fortune when I spotted the monk tending to his wounds at an unusually situated campfire set up by the very mercenaries that I have been hunting. I shouted a battlecry and charged towards the monk, only for the monk to once again flee at a speed that I simply could not keep up with. Muttering under my breath for having forsaken my physical training for far too long now, I drew my crossbow and loaded a quarrel. -whizzzzzz- The quarrel spun wildly through the misty air. -thud- My target fell at a distance, motionless. Phew, I breathed a sigh of relief. I walked briskly towards the monk, meaning to apprehend him. Before I could carry out my intentions, yells sounded from all quarters of the camp. It appears I have excited the damn hornet's nest. Sighing in anticipation of the long run that I would have to undertake back to the town, I left the monk slumped on a large rock and disappeared into the inviting mist. Kael Encuintras Knight Postulant Order of the Crown. OOC: 24 hours to Derkylos from the Knighthood of Solamnia. Dear mercenaries, war impends! Sender Godric Date Wed Nov 19 03:38:21 2008 Subject A thief and a mage I was scrying random locales as I normally do and after viewing one known as Denath he challenged me to fight. I rode forth from the Solamnic Keep to oblige his challenge and began to swing my mace while sending prayers to Kiri-Jolith. The thief tried to move around to stab me in the back but I bound him to my will with holy energy. I began to weaken him with prayers when out of nowhere a mage began hurling arcane spells at me. I was now faced with two opponents so I took away their sight and sowed confusion into their minds to seperate them. I used my ability to outmove Graff and weakened him from a distance, hurling lightning and then moving. Then I moved in to finish him with blows from my mace. I decided to hold onto his possessions temporarily as punishment for interfering with a fair fight. I moved on to the thief and repeated the same tactics after healing some of my injuries. I returned the bulk of the mages possessions after leaving him bereft for a time. Hopefully the thief will be less quick to challenge a knight of solamnia to a fight and the mage will be less quick to interfere with a fair fight. OOC: Denath and Graff have 24 hours of protection from Solamnic and myself. (not sure if protection extends to secondary clans, if so then they have protection from holy order light as well) Sender Kael Date Mon Nov 24 02:56:47 2008 Subject Reethan, Theiwar A deep dwarf defiled the waters of the Tantallon moat today with the blood of many servants. It seems that the loyal servants of the town have become an easy target for the minions of evil. To ensure the future safety of the peoplefolk, the dwarf was promptly thrown out of the gates and a new batch of barbed fences has been erected. Hopefully the massacres will end, for the manpower needed for our daily patrols is slowly but surely wearing thin. Kael Encuintras Knight Postulant Order of the Crown OOC: 24 hours to Reethan from the Knighthood. Sender Halieth Date Thu Nov 27 04:50:19 2008 Subject Kael My path crossed today with a squire weary from his overactive swordarm. Back home, we call it goboitch, an incurable disease that finds its way into the hearts of the strongest of mankind. While laying my healing hands on him to help ease his pain, he resisted and suffered a reverse flow of magical energy, knocking him out cold in the outlying fields of Palanthas. (removed killer flag. 24 hours to Kael from us light hosers.) Sender Eleena Date Sun Nov 30 03:56:11 2008 Subject Tnaxz, maverick marauder I was strolling leisurely toward the High Clerist Tower when I heard an anguish cry ring out in the distance. A small figure emerged at the gate, chattering excitedly to his gnoll companion. A bright pendant daggled from his neck, reflecting the sun's glare onto my blade. I leapt behind some bushes for cover and waited until the two lumbered past before I tried to sneak up for a closer look. A coin fell out of my pouch and jangled on a nearby rock as I came out of hiding, announcing my presence earlier than I would have liked. We traded metal, loud clanks ringing out in the serene air of the plains. The goblin took off, disappearing into the unknown. Muttering to myself, I continued on to Palanthas, keeping a constant lookout for the creature. Before long, I was lulled by the arcane words of a robed figure. I fell headlong into the dust that settled on the streets but was woken by a sharp jab to my rib. Goblin toes! Branchala bless them. Jumping up, I swung around groggily, knocking unconscious the same creature that ran from me. Severing the chain that strung the pendant with my dagger, I took off down a familiar alley before anyone else noticed. (24 hours to Tnaxz, from me and those who stand by my beliefs. Looted dragon-eye ring, Walrus tusk, Solace signet and Albino Talisman.) Sender Tnaxz Date Sun Nov 30 04:04:19 2008 Subject lorci Mutter and cursing, I waited next to a gully who smelt worse then I did. Suddenly however, my gnoll companion started muttering and jabbering. He finally had come. Tnaxz fully blamed Lor... Lorci, yes Lorci, for his early incident with the crazed women, who woke up and crushed him. The gnoll pointed, and Tnaxz cast of spell of sleep, and appearantly the man had already been deeply wounded, for the gnoll quickly dispatched of him. Muttering to himself and rifling through the corpse, he stole a ring, the same kind of the king the crazed women had stolen earlier. Tnaxz muttered and spoke a few words with his gnoll, and ran, an angry Knight was coming 24 to Lorcan from marauderz Sender Lyndol Date Tue Dec 2 01:02:01 2008 Subject Tnaxz The forest rustled softly, so unlike the cities that Lyndol had become accostomed to. It all came back though. Ahead, a cave stood secluded, hidden behind two large boulders. Lyndol waited. His informant was usually reliable, and had gotten word of a goblin living in the area. Lyndol waited patiently, his unstrung bow covered beside him. You couldn't leave a bow strung for too long if you wanted to fire at any distance. Ahead, movement. The goblin was returning! Lyndol strung his bow slowly, and waited as the goblin walked towards the cave. The string was taunt, and Lyndol's entire body shook with the effort of holding then tension. Finally, the goblin turned, presenting a clear shot, and Lyndol released almost without thinking. The arrow flew true, and the goblin slumped to the ground, bleeding from the stomach wound. Lyndol quickly gathered up his supplies, and moved silently through the forest. ooc: Tnaxz attacked me with a few fireballs, I pincushioned him. 24 hours from me. Lyndol Sender Kael Date Thu Dec 4 23:27:33 2008 Subject Asher the minotaur The sky today grows cloudy with unease, forming an imposing backdrop against which the cityscape of Palanthas lay. There has been no paucity of the minions of evil passing through these quarters nowadays. The quantity of their kind is more than enough for the Knighthood to deal with, but the weeding out of the occasional brigand from the constant crowd has proven to be the true challenge. There wasn't such a problem today though. A gargantuan minotaur stood heads and shoulders above the predominantly human and elven populace. It is perhaps questionable how he could possibly have thought that he would not be detected and apprehended. A struggle soon ensued with the minotaur not bothering to put up much of a fight, but preferring instead to run and hide all his belongings before the guards got to him. Courage appears to be in short supply these days, even amongst a race as majestic as the minotaurs. As of the time of this report, the minotaur has been released back into the wilds east of Palanthas. Kael Encuintras Knight Postulant Order of the Crown OOC: 24 hours to Asher from the Knighthood. Sender Eleena Date Fri Dec 5 03:05:09 2008 Subject Asher The soft rustle of dried leaves among the vallenwood alerted me to an unwelcome presence. Tracing the heavy steps of a creature that I would seem familiar with, having sailed the seas with the clumsy bovine kind, the stone path of parted leaves led me to the thunderous falls. Spiders crept along the uneven rock outcrops, etched out by the powerful force of the waters pounding mercilessly unto the bedrock that cradled its plunge. The critters now moved along in a hurried manner toward the east, and having been to jungles of the Isles of Pirate Lords, I've learnt that this behaviour manifests only when something or someone that inspires fear has intruded into their territory. Heading west then, I leaned myself as far into the walls of the stone cave as possible. Loud bashing sounds drifted from a wet cavern nearby. I peeked cautiously around the corner but alas, my blade ran loud against the stone cold walls and rattled a resounding announcement of my presence. Stepping quickly into the moist, dark air, I circled and knocked the hulking figure unconscious before an unnecessary brawl broke out. Fleeing from the scene, with the shouts of the Solace town watchman bearing down on me, I tripped on a rock that appeared out of thin air, falling down a deep ravine, towards a robed figure that steadily muttered arcane incantations... (OOC) 24 hours to Asher Bababooey from me and those who walk the same path as I do. Sender Kiyohime Date Fri Dec 5 03:40:26 2008 Subject A Knight who strayed So, as it happened, I was hurrying back to the Temple one night, which seemed to be some sort of Festival Night in Palanthas. People were celebrating, wearing colourful masks, making noise and singing. And of course, ale and spirits were flowing. Which always leads to perhaps overly rowdy behaviour in some people, especially those prone to boasting about their particular talents. Well, I was almost to the Temple doors, when I was acosted by a very , um, happy Knight of Solamnia. He was drunk. I tried to avoid him, but he kept jumping in my way, singing some bawdy tavern limirick. So, he jumped at me, grabbing me. He didn't notice that I had been practicing a protection spell called "Shockshield". The smell of burnt hair wafted down the street. He more or less collapsed on the street. So, um, Mishakal bless you, Sir Kael. 25 hrs to Sir Kael, in hopes he learns sobriety, from Holy Order Light. Removed Killer, all in the Spirit of Alliance. :) Sender Karezak Date Mon Dec 8 20:34:00 2008 Subject The goblin. It was a brisk cold night on the Day of Shinari, 18th the month of Argon while Karezak was sent to patrol the surroundings of a possible invasion from those he had just become one of. Karezak walked around the city, never entering its limits for fear of being spotted. Karezak sat in the forests of Solace, watching, looking at peoples every day lives, seeing there routines, noticing guard patrols, things of the nature. On his third trip around the city at about 0:15 he had happened upon a goblin, one wit h not so great looks and an even worse smell. Thinking nothing of it he continued on his journey's studying this town and those who inhabited it, by the time Karezak came around again, this goblin was still sitting in the same spot, at this point Karezak was weary of the goblin not knowing if it was stupid or what, that was then that it happened a silly villager had see n Karezak, bells raised alarms rang out through the night, realizing he had to get away and fast Karezak turned on his heels and was about to flee when he suddenly remembered that stupid goblin. This goblin had seen him, knew how many times he went around and Karezak could not let this stand, if the goblin was captured and tortured karezak could not risk being identified by a goblin the night was dark so it was not too much to hope the villager had just seen a shadow, but the goblin saw him. Without a second thought karezak drew his blade and quickly set upon the goblin who barely, if at all, reacted and was quickly put down with a few precise swings. Counting this as a victory of his assignment Karezak quickly fled and hid until the commotion quieted down and he could move around in peace. (ooc) Saw tnaxz killed him, took some coins and his crown 24 to Tnaxz from DA. Sender Derkylos Date Tue Dec 9 20:47:14 2008 Subject The mage and the monk. Walking through the city coming back from important business with the Royal advisor I happened to pass by a mage, one of which i would not forget, this was the very mage that had previously knocked me out a while ago. Deciding to finish my business with the royal advisor before engaging this new foe, i walked up and spoke with the advisor informing him my business with him was done i went back down to ask a fellow clergyman for a few blessings. With that done i walked down to the imperial square and quickly set upon the mage, a few well placed punches had the mage fleeing, running this way and that. Quick in pursuit i followed the mage who seemed to know his way around palanthas well, in and out of alleys, up and down the streets, i gave a few shots where i could before he finally walked the corridors of magic, at this juncture i went back to chat with the clergyman in the pit . Had him tend to my wounds during out chats before the mage returned, this is when the final blow was landed, after a few minutes of blows being traded Marcz started to attack my snake, i then took the chance to plant my palm in the back of his head This rendered him unconcious while i was free to delve into his items grabbing some of interest and moving on my way back to the temple. (ooc) 24 hrs to Marcz from holy order looted a few things of value. Sender Elinos Date Tue Dec 9 20:55:07 2008 Subject derkylos A mage must sometimes deal with unpleasant elements in the search for spell components, Elinos thought as he walked through the city of Tarsis. Seeing the correct door, he knocked in the prescribed fashion and was admitted. Just as he crossed the threshold of the hidden shop, a shout caused him to turn and look. An unarmed monk was running from the local watch, cursing and obviously drunk. Glancing both ways, Elinos threw some sand into the air and recited the spell. The monk fell, sound asleep. The town watch quickly grabbed the monk, and dragged him off to jail. Elinos returned to the shop. They were rumored to have an excellent supply of gnat eyeballs. 24 hours to Derkylos from Conclave and myself. Killer removal. Sender Derkylos Date Wed Dec 10 22:02:49 2008 Subject Another mage and a monk. Walking the streets of vingaard taking care of things, i was accosted by a mage, one that wore the same color robes as the last mage who came at me. With the recognition of the spidery sounds of magic i promptly set up the attack. It was with great ease that i had the mage bleeding and broken, when i fled i gave chase and finished the mage with a choke hold to subdue but not kill him. (ooc) Tarones attacked by accident, i killed. good game kids, 24 hours to tarones from HO Sender Kael Date Fri Dec 12 20:27:47 2008 Subject The Knife of Dracart: Gnash the goblin It has been two full days since I have discovered the knife artifact, but something gnaws at me. I have heard reports about a farmer being slain at the gates of Kalaman around the time that I found the weapon. My comarades-in-arms also say naught about the impending siege of the Dragonarmies that I supposedly witnessed. Was I the perpetrator of the crime? I took a prolonged leave of absence from the garrison today and sought answers. The artifact that I found seems to wane in its power each day. At the beginning, the blade shined with a strange luminosity and the handle was a polished ivory. What I now held in my hands is but an ordinary dagger, more likely to be discarded by an ironsmith as a lemon than an unholy artifact. I revealed my escapade to no one. I set on a journey to the city of Sanction where I am certain to find a force of evil too strong to counter alone. But I need to know the truth. If it were truly the artifact I held, it would draw the minions of evil upon me. If not, I would have saved myself the embarrassment of turning a useless knife over to my superiors. The journey, hopefully, would not take long. It was a folly of mine that I did not factor in my calculations the eventuality of other creatures on Krynn seeking the same thing I sought. Everywhere I went, I felt the burning gazes of others upon my back. I clutched the parchment with the dagger's sketch tight and the knife I believed to be the key to this mystery even tighter. It did not take long before my first battle on this quest was fought. My path crossed with that of a goblin, not unlike the two of the Dragonarmies I encountered east of Kalaman. This one bore no trappings of the Dragonarmies, but in these times fraught with deceit I could not be sure. A hasty battle with the goblin ended with the goblin being knocked unconscious. Not wanting to be delayed any further by such distractions, I took the goblin's lantern such that he could not easily find his way back to his base to report his mishap. When he does, I will be long gone. Kael Encuintras Knight Postulant Order of the Crown OOC: 24 hours to Gnash from the Knighthood. Sender Tnaxz Date Fri Dec 12 23:31:51 2008 Subject Knife Of dracart. (fireballed karezak while he had 1 hp :) ) Finally leaving his alley, Tnaxz had decided hed leave other goblins to note any strange occerences in the city or anyone leaving with a strange dagger in their hands. " Beh. Dark alley no fun. I find why dagger so important." After a long while of wandering around and eating rats in a dump, Tnaxz stumbled upon a Dragonarmy officer! But, the Dragonarmy officer burst out when Tnaxz was still wondering what to do and attacked his troll (This one was trained better so he wouldnt end up running in terror from his bodyguard again.) So screaming, Tnaxz fled and used magic to dissapear. "Bah, I come back, make him a toasty corpse, steal what he knows of dagger." Walking back into the dump, Tnaxz looked down from a precariously swaying pile of trash. Screaming "BWA!!" and shot a fireball downwards. Checking out the smoldering unconscious body, Tnaxz noticed a few sword marks "Hrm. Guess Dragonarmy already get beat up. Mebbe he lost dagger and dragon step on him." Shrugging, Tnaxz rifled through his things. "Bah! No dagger No dagger message Must have exploded in fire, yes, must have exploded in fire. Have to use not so fiery spell next time." Shrugging Tnaxz went to peek down behind the Inn outside the city, near the dump. He heard some interesting things, a elf in Palanthas with a pretty dagger, seen coming out of an alley by the thief guild. "Dragon dagger?" Tnaxz asked himself out loud . He shrugged, it didnt matter, it might be, and thats what counted. He would get a goblin to go and spread rumors of this quickly to Kalaman and Caergoth. "Someone get it, sleep outside city. Tnaxz get it then, mebbe." {z Tnaxz sighed, this was too much work for a lazy goblin like himself. Besides, a guard from the city gates was chasing him and screaming. "Bah! Dont think ill come back to Palanthas." Tnaxz muttered and disappeared into a gate appearing from nowhere. 24 to karezak from marauder and meh. Fireballed him, turns out he had 1hp :P Sender Raelin Date Sat Dec 13 20:17:21 2008 Subject The Knife of Dracart: Derkylos Penned in the leather-bound diary of a mage of Lunitari: This Day of Nuindai, 22nd the Month of Reorxmont, I struck gold. Well, not really gold, but close to it. Rumours have drifted far and wide about an artifact of power lost by the Dragonarmies and all who coveted it scrambled to retrieve it. The magical channels have been clogged by the black robes loyal to Nuitari who sought to grab hold of the artifact before their Takhisisian brothers did. The red robes have been largely apathetic about this, but the Archmage has issued a decree that should the opportunity arise, the artifact (which has been said to be a knife with a curved handle) should be returned to Lunitari's embrace to restore Krynn's balance. The opportunity did arise, though not in the manner that I would have expected, but such is the way of life. I have been hunting a particular dark robed monk who attacked some members of the Conclave a while back. Long has he eluded me, but not today. I spotted him in the Solamnic plains curiously sticking his head into a well covered in vines. After a minute or two, he began to cover up the well with sticks and stones, apparently in a bid to obscure an item of value. It appears that I have hit the jackpot. Haste nearly got the better of me as I reached out my hand in an attempt to cast an incantation on the monk. Rationality soon grabbed hold as there was no way that I could win a battle head-on without a touch of guile. I wandered around the locality, asking if anyone would be willing to join me in my little quest to subdue the monk. The strangest of creatures were party to my ad hoc army. Solamnic guards guarding the walls of the nearby city of Vingaard stepped down from their posts and even the citizens of the town of Lemish joined in the fun. Soon, a sizeable army was amassed and the monk was subdued easily without much of a hassle. I rummaged through the unconscious monk's items and not knowing which ones were valuable, I took them all. The covered well beckoned. I stuck my hands through the vines and stones and was unpleasantly surprised when my index finger was cut by a sharp object. I threw the debris aside. What is this -- a shiny dagger with a curved blade? I grinned. Lunitari will undoubtedly be pleased. Master Raelin Starblade for the Wizards' Conclave. OOC: 24 hours to Derkylos from the Conclave. Sender Makarth Date Tue Dec 16 06:17:09 2008 Subject Derkylos 24 to Derkylos..may incorporate a story in the knife quest later Sender Tobin Date Tue Dec 16 16:29:46 2008 Subject Lasher, Thiewar thief It has been hardly a day since I have joined a peculiar band of people driven by the same desire to maximise their wealth at the expense of others. Having been mediocre at nearly everything that I have done so far, I sought a way to impress upon higher management my utility. I stole apples from a nearby street cart, but was chastised for it. I wagered a handsome coin against a kender's pouch and won, but was subsequently asked to return the item. It seemed I could do nothing right. I drowned myself in the bitter ale in the thieves' guild. Perhaps it was the ale, but opportunity never looked prettier. A lone figure was busy concentrating on placing his stubby dwarven hands into the pockets of an old woman. Heaving a huge breath, I managed a sharp blow to the back of the dwarf's head. Rummaging through his pouches, I found some coins and a little lint. Excellent, this will cover the ale. OOC: 24 hours to Lasher from me and my people. Sender Leaflock Date Wed Dec 17 00:24:16 2008 Subject Nurse, victim, wayward shark The docks were quiet, unusually so for this time of night, but his victim was there and that is where he had to be. Ever so quietly, Leaflock slipped past the sleeping wharf kids and moved silently past the rats who barely noticed his passing. Plop. Crap, was that too loud? He wondered if his victim had heard the noise, as it seemed louder than a mating chicken to the kender. DUNK. WHIIRRRRRRR. A nurse shark broke the surface of next to the docks, desperate for escape. It looked huge! A nurse shark thrashed around by the surface of the water. 'Ahhh, you did not hear me did you' he grinned. Quickly it was over and the carcass of his foe lay at his feet. Leaflock, the Shark Hunter! OOC: 24 hours to the Nurse Shark, from me and my people. Sender Valas Date Thu Dec 18 15:02:56 2008 Subject Retaliation. I was walking through some Gods-cursed hole in the planet when out of nowhere something that looked like a gully dwarf attacked me. I hate the wretched little gutter trash. He lacked any real skill but the attack was vicious enough. I fended him off and before I could even take to the offensive he was gone. No one touches my person and survives to tell the tale unless I allow it. I wandered a bit, but following a trail in such a high traffic area was impossible. Luck was with me as he happened to cross my path again, this time I laid the ambush. He wandered by, oblivious to my presence, and when he wasnt looking I made the attack. It was a vicious combo, designed to completely kill the little beast, but as he did no real damage to me, I merely left him bleeding in the street. Perhaps old age has made me soft. *shrug* (Think Lasher was testing my level, well... Now you know. 24 from me and merc) Sender Kael Date Thu Dec 18 18:02:29 2008 Subject The Knife of Dracart: Lasher and tales of a mercenary I have been looking over my shoulders the past few weeks. The road to Sanction is impossibly long and the air grows stale with the sweat of the weary warrior that I am. The light source that I have brought with me from Kalaman has long been extinguished and the lantern I took from the goblin I previously encountered lit the way for the most part. The flame weakly flickers and I am going to have to change it soon, but probably not just yet. I trudge resolutely on. It was not long before I adjourned my endless walk at a bar along the streets. The ale was warm and bland, but an adventurer cannot really complain. I was just glad that my aching body could seek a rest. A casual conversation with the barkeep revealed an interesting story about a mercenary and a dragonarmy soldier who was a regular at the establishment. Apparently, a kidnapping was witnessed by one of the serving wenches, where the soldier was bound and taken by the mercenary. Afraid to be implicated, the serving wench hid in the shadows before excitedly reporting the incident to the barkeep. Interestingly, the barkeep had earned a pretty coin from the mercenary in exchange for his silence, but I guess secrecy is not his best trait. Now that he was in the groove, the barkeep had more information to spew. His connections were wide and ranging in this area and his tales spun vicariously off those that he had held from the many customers visiting this sole tavern. He could not be certain, but he said that a theiwar dwarf was found bleeding nearly to death on a nearby street apparently assaulted by this very same mercenary. I thanked the barkeep for his candour, albeit persuaded by a slightly drunken stupour, and left a silver coin on the counter. On my way out, I did see the theiwar the barkeep spoke of. I picked him up gently to see if all was well with him, but my aching arms could not hold the immense weight. The dwarf fell to the ground from a height with a sickening thud. I feared I might have been the straw that broke the camel's back. Thankfully, the dwarf started snoring heartily after a while and I went on my way. I tightened the grip on my sword hilt. This mysterious mercenary might prove to be an interesting distraction on the road. Kael Encuintras Knight Postulant Order of the Crown OOC: 24 hours to Lasher from the Knighthood. Sender Kael Date Thu Dec 18 22:41:38 2008 Subject The Knife of Dracart: Lars Ognash My sword crossed with a minion of evil nearly 4 hours after my departure from the tavern, though not with the mercenary I was seeking. While returning on the road to Sanction, I recognised an emblem of Takhisis proudly worn on a passing warrior -- a symbol that incited a burning battlelust within me. As much as I admired the warrior's courage in donning his faith for all to see in these times of peril, I felt it necessary to draw my blade at the sight of the enemy. The ensuing fight was a straightforward one and it was not long before the point of my blade was perched precariously on the warrior's throat. There is little to be had in taking another life unnecessarily, for much blood has already been spilt. Having issued a stern reprimand and requested for a change in the warrior's errant ways, I released him on his way and continued on mine. Kael Encuintras Knight Postulant Order of the Crown OOC: 24 hours to Lars from the Knighthood. Sender Cinna Date Fri Dec 19 01:52:14 2008 Subject Pockets of Impending Doom I was taking a stroll through the Vallenwoods under Solace and enjoying every minute of it. The weather was perfect for a little aimless wandering! I reached down to pick a pebble to practice my newly acquired skill on the lake - rock skip. As I tossed the pebble, a gleam of light caught my eye, and it wasn't coming from the sky. Over taken by curiousity, I lightened my step to a stealthy creep and moved to a better angle behind the shiny object. Upon closer inspection, I found a man sitting up against one of the large Vallenwoods - oblivious to my presence. I approached him slowly from behind intent on borrowing something for a bit. Just as I slipped my hand into his pouches he realized that I was there. He turned so fast that I got startled and walloped him in the head with my pouches. The coin inside rang out as it connected with the side of his head and he fell unconscious. I hadn't noticed a half-elf making his way through the forest floor. The report from my coin pouch ravaging the side of the injured man's head must have alerted him to what was going on. I looked around and back at the half-elf to see him unsheathe his blade - He was coming towards me...fast. I jumped to my feet ran through the trees that I knew so well. I must have lost him just before I reached my Uncle's house because he was chasing me forever! Short of breath, I staggered into the house. "Uncle Brim! Uncle Brim!," I yelled when I got inside. Brim came down the stairs with a curious look on his face.. "Brim! You'll never believe what just happened..." 24 to Valas from the Lusty Wanderers -Killer Removed- Aunt Cinna Sender Ezarath Date Fri Dec 19 01:56:25 2008 Subject [FWD] Kael GRAGH. Thud. Ezarath angrily flung the stick he was chasing after a Kender with. Small lil' slippery creatures they is. Plucking some peppermint leaves along the dirt paths, he chewed loudly grunting mostly to himself and any interested passersby. He was feeling like he needed to beat up something, like when he used to wrestle with Trinos many years ago. The fun wouldn't cease till they drew blood and fell down in a pile in guffaws. Heaving an extraordinarily huge sigh, Ezarath blew out his torch by accident. GRAGH. The earth shook from his tantrum and he heard the clanging of steel and armor. Perking up, he knew "Target this way come!". Fist cocked, he swung a mean punch as a figure clothed in blackened steel rounded the corner and knocked him out cold. "HAWHAW" he rubbed his palms with glee, first picking up a tiny lantern so he finally has light, and then continued to rummage through a rucksack the warrior carried, picking out items that caught his attention. A shiny bell, a pretty hat, spare clothing... Ezarath wore the bell on his belt, secured with the help of his newfound light. Pretty handy lantern he thought, and ran off jubilant, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. (24 hours to Kael from me and my clan. Killer removal.) Sender Tobin Date Fri Dec 19 19:29:30 2008 Subject Gnash The captain was mighty pleased with the steal I made a couple of days ago with the theiwar in the thieves' guild. Yet, I was still considered the new recruit and wet behind the ears. I decided that in order to allay the misgivings of my commanders as to my usefulness, I had to prove my mettle more than just that once. A brawl with a minor goblin at an inn that did not reach a conclusion settled my mind as to who my target for this task should be. The goblin proved to be slippery and elusive, but so were the mud puddles in a gully dwarf hole. Arranging the banana skins and stinky trash in an orderly fashion, I engineered the momentous fall of the goblin down a weirdly shaped rubbish chute. The banana skin set the fall in motion, the wet bags of refuse accelerated the descent and the numerous sharp bends and corners of the undulating chute ensured the unconsciousness of the goblin by the time of exit. My bare hands did the final hard work of plucking coins from under the goblin's chainmail. The captain will be pleased. Signed (in a scrawly manuscript), Tobin. Sender Kael Date Sat Dec 20 06:00:25 2008 Subject The Knife of Dracart: Kaiba It has been a full month since I left the city of Kalaman for my journey to Sanction. I understood the perils of a road fraught with danger and accepted the strenous task ahead of me as I trudged through the snow-laden Khalkist mountains. What I did not expect was the unprecedented opposition I faced even before I reached the enemy's abode. Thus far, they manifested in a yet unknown mercenary accused of battery and kidnap, a servant warrior of Takhisis and a minotaur warrior I just encountered. There is a likelihood that the three minions of evil are somehow connected, though I cannot be certain. For the purpose of recordance and possible later submission to the Knighthood if I do finally return from this quest, I shall briefly recount the altercation that took place between the said minotaur and I. I was freezing from the impossible cold on the road and the only respite to be had was a desperate huddle under a tiny nook. The travellers through this region are few and far between and I was caught by surprise when a horned and furry head stuck itself through the small hole, apparently looking for something. Minotaur! My hands acted before my head could, and I swung a dagger wildly at the protruded head, loping off a horn in the process. The creature screamed in a terrible crescendo of pain. I heard a dull thud and correctly assumed that the minotaur had temporarily fallen. Stepping out of the nook, I wondered what business the creature would have had on such a desolate road but hurriedly left the scene anyway, lest the minotaur regained his senses. I retained the severed horn as a keepsake -- it would make an excellent bugle. Kael Encuintras Knight Postulant Order of the Crown OOC: 24 hours to Kaiba from the Solamnics. Sender Valas Date Sat Dec 20 17:24:39 2008 Subject Violence Magnet. I begin to wonder what it is about my bearing that lesser races find so desirable... First a gully dwarf then a smelly little goblin. As I was walking quietly down a side road on my way to Sanction, the little wretch decided my wealth was worth more than his well being. Assuming it even was a he... They all look alike. I knew I was being followed, I quietly slipped a pair of daggers from their sheathes and continued as though nothing were amiss. The clumsy thing jumped from the shadows and in a move that completely over balanced it, ended the battle before it ever began. I immedietly flung myself into a roll, hopping up in perfect balance along side it. Snapping my arms out in a flurry of well aimed blows, the creature was completed overwhelmed in a matter of seconds. He managed to dodge a few, but I scored so many hits in so short of a time, it fell before it I could finish my routine. I stared down at the creature, almost amused as it's last sight before losing conciousness was me hovering over it with a pair of bloodied daggers in hand. I did a quick search and discovered a few items of interest, some coin, and a smell that I knew would be burned into my brain for quite a few days. I kicked it, hard, and stalked off to find a stream. God, the blood stank like rotting fish. (24 to Gnash from me and Merc) Sender Lars Date Sat Dec 20 18:08:54 2008 Subject Redemption My encounter with the Solamnic had left me injured. But once my wounds had mended, I was only angry. I must seek redemption in the eyes of Takhisis. I left at once for the city of Palanthas hoping to find the Solamnic I had run into outside of Sanction. I made my way through the square attempting to obtain the name of the Solamnic. All I had was a rough description so things weren't looking too well at this point. Slightly parched, I stopped to drink from the fountain. As I bent down to drink from the cool water, a man came at me from behind. I knew I would not be overly welcome in this town so I was waiting for this moment - I was certainly on my toes. I turned quickly with my halberd in hand and was just in time to catch the thrust of his dagger with my shield. As his dagger slid off the side of my shield I lunged forward, bashing him to the ground. He was slightly stunned as he staggered back to his feet. I slowly walked closer to him, dropping my shield to ground. As I raised my hand I spoke a few soft words, "My Queen, Takhisis... Lady of Darkness... grant me strength over my enemy and let your wrath flow through my hands." Still dazed, I clutched him by the neck. He screamed in agony and fell to the ground again. Barely conscious, but breathing, he lay in the middle of the square afflicted through the power and will of Takhisis. I knelt down by him and asked, "Your not whom I seek. Who are you?!" The man said nothing. "Did he send you after me? Do you work for him?!" Again, nothing but silence. A slight smirk formed upon my face and I muttered to myself, "Well... I'll take these for my trouble. You won't be needing them for a while..." I grabbed a few things that I might sale to help cover some needed supplies for the trip ahead. I looked up to see the city guards coming towards me with blades drawn. I grabbed my shield and made haste out of town. *-- Twenty-four to Lasher from me and mine --* Lars Ognash Sender Kiyohime Date Sat Dec 20 18:40:59 2008 Subject Darkness Squished Heading back to the Crystal Tower, I always seem to meet the strangest folk. It never fails that once outside Palanthas, in the farmlands, away from the ever vigilant eyes of the Solamnic Knights, some sort of mischief is afoot. Today was no different. As my cart rounded a slight curve in the road, I spied a stocky Minotaur, waylaying travellers, demanding information about some sort of object, a blade, something Dargo..Draco...Drated, I don't know. Anyway, as I came up to where he was, I could see the Unholy Aura around the beast, and, upon closer examination, could see he wore the evil raiment of a servant of the Dark Queen.( A name I will not speak here). He was rude once he saw my surcoat, not realizing my station in the Holy Order. As he tried to drag me off my cart, I called on Mishakal to help me. Thunder rumbled around us, his eyes went wide and he backed away from the cart, looking left and right. But the danger to him was from the Heavens. A column of black clouds whirled around him, then they turned white, a blinding white. A large, sandled godlike foot appeared over the unsuspecting head of this minotaur Unholy warrior, quickly stamping him into the ground, grinding him into the earth. Sort of reminded me of how the Gully children play squish the cockroach. So, that handled, and everyone else fleeing for the hills, I continued on my way, enjoying the now clear weather. 25 hours to Lars, the evil wretch from Holy Order Light and Dr.Scholls. Keep on gellin'! (Removed Killer while practicing Holy Smite) Sender Tilra Date Mon Dec 22 02:51:01 2008 Subject Lasher Drying the beads of perspiration from my brow, I pushed on in the heat. It felt like the ground was burning a hole through the soles of my feet. Not used to the stony surface, I waded uncomfortably on the sides of my feet, while trying to get to my destination as quickly as possible without drawing unwanted attention. Was that another shadow I saw? Who could know me in this new land? I stopped at a streetside stall and pretended to be interested in some peaches. Glancing sideways, I thought I saw two figures turn and pretend to examine each other's backpacks. They couldn't have found me, could they? If they knew where I was, why was I allowed to live till this day? It has been months since I left the wildwoods. Deciding that I should waste no time in getting to the meeting point, I pressed on, my steps now evidently urgent, paying no heed to the intense heat. More and more, I became certain that I was cursed, my tattoo now burning in my flesh. I held on to my right cheek as my eyes burned from the magical affliction. Rage unbeknownst to me rushed to my heart and I swung around, out of control. Choking the figure by his neck, I pinned him to the wall with surprising strength. Who sent you? I hissed at the one whom I thought was sent to accost me. Before he could answer, his eyes grew wide as my tattoo of a spider came alive and pierced his neck with its venomous bite. I screamed and loosened my stranglehold on the now-unconscious figure. Quickly covering my right arm with a sash, I took off his shoes and ran in pain into the vallenwoods, where I felt more at ease. What have I become? Who has cast this malediction upon me? Tossing the thought aside for now, I bent down to find a trail to my rendezvous. Sprinting along eastwards, comfortable now that I am on familiar ground again, I came upon a cave entrance and climbed a giant web of unnatural vigour. There he was, as promised to me. This is going to work. (24 hours to Lasher from me and those who vowed that we'd keep each other safe) Sender Tilra Date Mon Dec 22 05:22:22 2008 Subject Kaiba (this is a continuation of my previous warnote for Lasher) I don't understand what is happening to me. Tilra fought back tears as she buried her face in his familiar embrace. Uramir stroked her long silken hair and tried to calm her shivering form. You are ill from the curse. His voice melding into the whispers of the winds. Tilra looked up at her master, and sought guidance in his calm green eyes. With no one she could bring herself to trust after her twin brother's betrayal, she left the only world she has ever lived in, to look for somewhere else where she can be safe. Safe from the jealousy of Quintas, safe from those who have been led to believe that she killed the Elder. I can fight this devil magic. Teach me incantations so that I can wrestle my mind mind back to sanity. It cannot be that Majere has forsaken me, his chosen one of the Wild. Tilra clawed at her burning tattoo, bestowed and enchanted by the Elder. The magic bound to the tattoo that once granted her strength and wisdom now turned against her in the most malevolent manner. She fell to the ground as another wave of torture hit--it felt like a thousand fireworms shot through her body and were gnawing away at her flesh. Uramir's mouth was moving strangely. You cursed me! My master and trusted guide, you-- Tilra lunged forth, swiftly drawing her dagger and aimed to sever the jugular. And then Uramir vanished. She followed the whispers of the winds and the marks beneath the vallenwoods, stumbling now and then through her blurry sight. Uramir! she cried as he stepped off the docks onto the ferry. She leapt for the stern, barely making it. ======== The ferry was approaching Palanthas but Uramir was still nowhere in sight. She had searched the ferry thrice over in vain for her master. Her mind was clouded and she was longer in control of it as the magical frenzy overwhelmed her. Stepping off onto the docks, she thought she saw a tall figure walk off towards a dark alley. Blades drawn, she charged like an enraged beast at him. An unusually low groan escaped Uramir as he hit the ground. She kicked his torso and gasped as a bovine face was revealed. Was this Uramir's disguise or true self? She shook her head as if it would help her think clearer. But Tilra had no time to stop, as the Palanthian guards came running upon hearing the commotion. She ran for cover clawing the left side of her neck, which now bothered her more. The magic was moving. (24 hours to Kaiba from me and those who swear to fight by my blade) Sender Aldren Date Tue Dec 23 04:50:16 2008 Subject Kaiba I gestured to the bartender to refill my mug with a pint of his finest. He is making me wait again. I tapped my fingers impatiently on the oak table in an ascending tempo. An irate customer sitting just behind me began to motion to ask me to stop, but decided against it after seeing my ill-concealed sword. I continued my endless wait. "Aldren, you are early," a cloaked figure sat gently down in an opposite chair and beckoned for his own serving of ale. I chuckled at his joke. "So what will it be this time? I earned a fair bit from you on the last; transaction and I will have you know that nothing is off the table," I issued in reply. "Guile isn't your best suit is it, Aldren? Very well, I need to teach a certain someone who has recently left; our organisation a lesson." The cloaked figure hands over a folded and sealed parchment. "The details you need to know are in there." I nodded in acquiescence. The cloaked figure rose from his seat even as his mug of ale was served and laid a single steel coin on the table. "Your first payment," he whispered. The cloak slightly slips, revealing part of a ghastly scar across the man's face. He quickly adjusts his cloak, obscuring the mark, and takes his leave. I commence the finger tapping again and unfurl the parchment. So it's a minotaur this time round, how interesting. I wonder when my fellow mercenaries will start doing their own dirty work. I pocketed the steel coin and left a silver one for the serving wench. The deed shall be done. Aldren Kyra'dir OOC: 24 hours to Kaiba from Mercenary Elite. Sender Zimluk Date Wed Dec 24 20:05:37 2008 Subject Lasher JANGLEJANGLE Zimluk was rummaging in the trash for some new clothing when the bell fastened to his pouch jangled. THIEF! Zimluk grunted and heaved himself up from ankle-deep trash to run after the escaping pilferer. Ooh this is slippery one! Zimluk grumbled to himself as he fell down a deceptively deep pile of garbage and landed with a thump, forming a radius of dust from which rats ran helter-skelter. Pulling himself up again, he scrambled for footholds to get back on top in the gully His astute companion soon spotted the criminal and ran pointing a long finger in the direction of escape. The gnomes chattered excitedly and worked the catapult with never-before-seen fervor. AHHHHHHH GRUGH and a sickening THUD. Zimluk tilted his bum to the side and saw an unconscious figure beneath him, fingers barely twitching from under Zimluk's weight. HAH! That'll teach you to steal from Zimluk. He tilted himself a little more to relieve the thief of his loot and kept the thief's nifty cloak for the coming winter. After all, when you take something from someone you are sitting on, it's not called stealing right? Lasher has 24 hours from my brutish brothers and I.
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