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Into the Mists
By: Duncan Seastove Date: May 19, 2017, 7:28 pm
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That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.
The party find themselves huddled around a squat and well worn
table, in the dim and smoky interior of the Moon Lily Inn, in
the city of Westgate, at the eastern edge of the Dragon Coast.
It was to this Inn that you were all directed to by your only
common thread, the mysterious Lucien, who sought you each out to
aid him in a quest against a darkness which has, of late,
swallowed his homeland of Erlkazar. The four of you are some of
the only patrons of the Inn tonight, and the others seem
accustomed enough to adventurers and mercenary types to keep
their eyes to their cups. Through the thin wooden walls, you can
hear the throngs milling about in the streets, who, even at this
late hour, browse the market stalls and carouse outside of the
other brewhouses and casinos. When you first arrived, you
noticed a particularly boisterous group swigging jugs of wine
around a fire in the midst of several barrel-topped wagons. It
is this group that now commands the attention of the Innkeep, a
great heap of a man named Dong, who stands absentmindedly
cleaning glasses behind the bar while peering nervously out the
window at the strangers in the darkness.
Lucien, you recognize these people as Vistani, a group of
nomadic folk who travel Erlkazar and other nearby regions in
their wagons, bartering fine jewelry, outlandish stories, and
fortune tellings for wine, food, and a place to camp. Your noble
upbringing also tells you that people in power often dislike
them, as their presence is generally thought of as being
disruptive to law and order. They have a (perhaps not entirely
unearned) reputation for being thieves and swindlers, in
addition to their tendencies towards frequent boisterous
celebrations.
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Re: Into the Mists
By: Discodontron Date: May 19, 2017, 8:34 pm
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Sitting in front of you is a young humanoid man, with golden
hair. He seems too young to bare the burden for which he has
gathered you here for. He pipes up with a sweet smooth, almost
heavenly voice."Greeting friends, as you all know I have asked
for your assistance in defeating the evil that is plaguing my
homeland. And seeing you all here brings much joy to my heart I
am greatly appreciative that you will lend me your aid."
Thinking back you surprisingly think this might be the first
time you have heard him utter anything from his mouth.
He smiles at the party "Why don't we make each others
acquaintances, Let us share our names and why we are
adventuring. I'll begin my name is Lucien Maiyr, and I wish to
stop the spreading of evil in my land. To not only stop this
evil, but also help those it has wounded."
Turning to Darien, and gesturing lightly with his hand "and
since I recuited you last why don't you start."
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Re: Into the Mists
By: Rognvaldr Date: May 20, 2017, 8:41 pm
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A well-built Aasimar with dark features sat down at the table,
though on top of a chest of his belonging and not a seat at the
table. He is obviously scarred and weathered from combat, and
not merely in the physiological sense. In the moments you have
seen him, he has been reading a from a black leather bound book,
reading and quickly jotting notes in it; muttering to himself in
intervals of apparent disgust or anger at what he sees in the
pages. He keeps a chess piece in his offhand and rubs it like it
were a worry-stone - a red knight. He has been particularly
ignorant to anyone yet, besides answering to Lucien when
addressed.
Replying to Lucien, Darien hits the red knight on the table -
the piece has obviously been abused and roughly handled for a
long time. He speaks in a rough, distant voice, "I am Darien
Mazaev. I fought the devil at Narfell; no one survived. I owe
Lucien; I will follow him with the utmost fidelity..." he trails
off,
"The Devil -- had he fidelity
Would be the best friend --
Because he has ability --
But Devils cannot mend --
Perfidy is the virtue
That would but he resign
The Devil -- without question
Were thoroughly divine"
Darien, looks at something up above and behind Lucien sitting
across from him, he talks, seemingly addressing what he is
looking at "Yes... that works, hmmm." He jots something down in
his journal.
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Re: Into the Mists
By: Okakouta Date: May 22, 2017, 9:13 pm
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A gauntleted hand suddenly appears at table height, pulling two
wooden stools from the adjacent empty table, next to Darien and
Lucien.
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After placing the stools, the hand floats away, returning
moments later with 4 leather-bound books, plopping them down on
one of the stools. The hand then rests on the books, the top one
having the picture of alchemical tools etched into the cover. A
man wearing ragged brown robes, covering his entire body sits
down next to the other two. In a voice that sounds distant,
despite right next to Darien, the man says "Are you the next
Monarch? Or merely a pawn of fate? Given how you manipulate that
piece, your desire for power runs deeply". He sits down. Hiding
his face entirely is an extremely large-brimmed hat, with a long
brown-grey beard protruding beneath the hat. While you can't see
it, his voice indicates a smile, "I am the Professor Enchanter,
Member of the College of St Catherine, Order of the Sparrow,
seeker of the Lordvessel and co-author of The Treatise on
Defined Magical States. You may call me Arscene Lupin IV, and I
have responded to your call. As for why I have chosen
adventure... well my, the world exists to be researched, and I
believe here many secrets lie in wait."
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Re: Into the Mists
By: Pharaun Date: May 25, 2017, 12:09 am
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During a long silence you all eye one another then stare off in
different ways. You've become engrossed in the babbling of the
nearby Vistanti. Suddenly the droopy melted candle on your table
is snuffed out.
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Stepping into the shadow of an empty seat at your table is a
heavily cloaked but rigid figure. In the darkness his eyes peer
at each of you with a yellow intensity. Shadows fall away from
him like a snake sheds its skin.
He leans forward and relights the candle. In the light you see
his features differently. The yellow in his eyes fade to gray
and the trails of shadow wisps away.
Revealed before you is a gray skinned man of middle age with
tiny dark tendrils of hair.
Despite his dark features his voice is firm but tired.
"Hail thee, fine adventurers. I am known as Rasec. I used to be
known differently when I lead a mercenary troop. However I dare
not face my ilk now reeking of shadow. My quest for power led me
to this dark path. Since I cannot return home I seek to atone by
ridding your land of blight."
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Re: Into the Mists
By: Discodontron Date: May 25, 2017, 1:08 am
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"Welcome all, Welcome all" Lucien Repeats with a faint smile
over his face.
"I cannot promise you money, I cannot promise you wealth, but
what I can promise you is a chance to right the wrong, to become
greater than yourselves" He trails slightly off "and become
heroes."
Tousling his hair, Lucien waves his hand "I am unsure what the
goings on of Erlkazar are, but what I do know is that we must
be" suddenly a white light bursts out from the center of his
palm "the light in the darkness."
Lucien pauses dramatically "I trust you to have my back, and I
will have yours."
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Re: Into the Mists
By: Duncan Seastove Date: May 25, 2017, 7:17 am
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As the light shines forth from your palms, illuminating the dim
surroundings of the inn, the innkeeper makes his way to your
table. He bends low to be level with your seated party, clasps
his hands together, and then in a hushed voice thick with
Nathlanese accent, he says, "Excuse me fine sirs, but you each
appear top adventurers. Normal bouncers away on special business
today, but wagonfolk outside seem to scare away customers. They
have been camped here many days, and I cannot get them to leave,
despite protestations. Perhaps they would listen to powerful
travelers such as you? I want no violence, bad for business of
course, but will happily compensate your group with free room
and board. And bar tab."
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Re: Into the Mists
By: Rognvaldr Date: May 25, 2017, 3:40 pm
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"Vagonfolk, vhat do you mean, vagonfolk?" Darien asks him in an
eastern accent, "and how to remove these vagonpeople vithout
violence? Perhaps you zink we know harsher language than you?"
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Re: Into the Mists
By: Duncan Seastove Date: May 25, 2017, 3:44 pm
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"Folk who arrived in wagons, still camping in them outside my
inn many days hence. I am but one man, big, but with meek
temperament. You all have dangerous look, much more
intimidating. Please, I beg humbly of you. Look around. Business
very slow since their arrival. Surely, I will be ruined without
intervention."
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Re: Into the Mists
By: Discodontron Date: May 25, 2017, 3:48 pm
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Looking across the table at him Luciens' eyes brighten and
before the Innkeep can say another word he hears in his mind a
soft voice "You really drive a hard bargain, Haha. This a
wonderful deal,i'll help you out for some beer."
Lucien stands up and puts out this hand to shake the innkeeps(I
assume they shake). Lucien nods and looks over at Darien "Let
us shoo this rabble, and then drink to our hearts content! Worry
not, sometimes all you need is the implication "
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