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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.
       #Post#: 2769--------------------------------------------------
       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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