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Re: Into the Mists
DIR By: Discodontron
Date: May 30, 2017, 9:53 pm
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Lucien is going to look for a high class inn.
At long last Lucien is back in civilization and away from those
bumpkins, Lucien is going to look for some form of laundry to
clean the low class off him. *... After he finds them he is
going to retire to the inn.
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Re: Into the Mists
DIR By: Duncan Seastove
Date: May 31, 2017, 10:47 am
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You passed through this town on your way out of Erlkazar, and
know that the Lintong Inn is a suitable place for someone of
your position. While not very lavish, it is exceptionally clean
and meticulously well ordered, and the staff are very gracious
and reverent of your noble status. They offer you a spacious
room that opens onto a small central courtyard, complete with a
small fish pond and a garden. They also offer to wash and mend
your garb, free of charge. Inn the evening, a serving boy brings
a platter of roasted, marinated bison, and steamed rice and
vegetables, along with a bottle of rice wine.
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Re: Into the Mists
DIR By: Okakouta
Date: May 31, 2017, 2:03 pm
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Arscene, not being one much for social cues, takes Lucien's
invitation to join him in the inn at face-value. "I'm sure I'll
be able to free my mind comfortably tonight - you have my thanks
Lucien." Arscene finds two open tables near one another. He
pulls them together and sits down on a bench in the corner. The
gauntleted mage hand plops down a series of books one on of the
tables, then extracts quills, ink and parchment from a tanned
leather satchel bag. The hand flips open a book titled "A Theory
on the Layers of the World and the Multiverse" to a marked page.
All the while, Arscene has been rummaging through his backpack,
and pulls out a dark blue glazed clay mug. It lacks a handle,
though has ribs circling around it for easy handling. White
specks of paint are dotted near the top. He opens a small pouch
and places some leaves inside the mug - they smell of light tea
leaves and a hint of grapes.
Pulling out a water skin, pouring some water into a glass
beaker, and heating the water up with only a wave of a hand,
steam rises from the beaker. He carefully pours the water into
the mug, then lights a candle. You notice the candle has several
marks regularly placed down its side. After melting past one of
the marks the gauntleted hand snuffs out the flame and removes
the tea leaves from the mug.
Arscene blows twice and sips the tea, as the liquid is
mysteriously transported away from this realm. While drinking
Arscene wonders if he will truly be able to unlock the secrets
of the Multiverse if he cannot even unlock the mysteries of
being a Yuke.
Time whiles away, and when appropriate Arscene sleeps for 1
hour. Satisfied with his trip to the ethereal realm more quickly
than usual, he spends the rest of the early morning casually
reading a book called "The Perfect Cup - An Exotic Guide to Tea
and Coffee".
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Re: Into the Mists
DIR By: Duncan Seastove
Date: May 31, 2017, 5:08 pm
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The innkeeper, a man of slight build with thin black hair swept
across his head, notices your activity and approaches you,
bowing.
"Humble pardons, sir scholar, but I could not help but notice
your tea ritual. Perhaps you are acquainted with the tea
ceremony of the monks of the Porcelain Tower? Many have spent
their whole lives perfecting the art, as well as growing the
best teas. I had the honor of hosting one of these monks at this
establishment not long ago, and he bestowed upon me some of his
blessed tea leaves. I am afraid my own palette is too base to
appreciate such perfection, and so I must insist that you accept
them as a token of my appreciation for your art."
The innkeeper retrieves a small lidded clay pot from behind the
counter and presents it to you, bowing. Inside is a small heap
of fragrant, dark green tea leaves that smell vaguely of
lavender.
"The monk told me that such tea can bring peace to even the most
troubled of minds. I hope it proves helpful to you, sir
scholar."
*The first time these tea leaves are used to brew tea, the tea
can alleviate any madness effects that the drinker may be
suffering from. Afterwards, the tea simply brings calm emotions
to the drinker.*
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Re: Into the Mists
DIR By: Duncan Seastove
Date: May 31, 2017, 6:07 pm
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That night, Darien and Lucien both have vivid dreams:
Darien dreams of a graveyard, turned to mud by a fierce rain.
Around him lie the broken bodies of hundreds of men-at-arms,
their broken swords and splintered spears in heaps. Before him
is an unassailable foe, drawing ever closer. Darien brandishes
the hilt of a broken sword as a desperate defense, and suddenly
his arm erupts into blinding light, and the foe dissolves into a
dark mist.
Lucien dreams of a dark room, with dozens of deathly white faces
surrounding him, barely visible in the gloom, weeping silently.
Before him lies a massive book, the size of a wagon. It take
great effort to open it, but when he does, he is assailed by
overwhelming feelings of tragedy. As he begins to read what is
written in the book, he feels himself being constricted by the
grip of a massive serpent, squeezing tighter, and tighter, until
he awakes with a start.
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Re: Into the Mists
DIR By: Rognvaldr
Date: May 31, 2017, 6:53 pm
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Darien doesn't remember the dream, but in the morning he reads
from his black journal over breakfast, fidgeting with his chess
piece. "That usless vvench, vvhat the nine hells she on about
now." He looks over to the seat next to him at the table, "Ohhh
right right, you think you know eh? Mu'dak! Let her preach, just
vvasting some paper is all." He closes his journal and finishes
his food alone, though he speaks either to himself or with some
unseen agent.
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Re: Into the Mists
DIR By: Duncan Seastove
Date: May 31, 2017, 7:11 pm
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Your behavior seems to unnerve the inn staff, but they remain
respectful and professional and thank you profusely for your
stay as you all depart.
It is lightly raining as you trundle out of the village on your
carriage, the sun only occasionally peaking out from behind a
thick mat of low, gray clouds. The Vistani are already waiting
for you by the edge of town, protected from the rain by colorful
cloaks embroidered with golden thread.
The rain continues to fall intermittently for the next four days
as you approach the border of Nathlan and Erlkazar. On the
fourth day, as you cross over the mossy log bridge that spans
the river separating these two countries, a stiff, chill wind
blows by, setting the branches of the forest ahead of you to
creaking and moaning. Despite the inclement weather, the Vistani
remain jovial as ever, and joke about the stiff, polite nature
of the Nathlanese as your caravan rumbles across the dirt road
and into the forest.
As you move deeper into the forest, the air becomes colder
still, and slowly a mist begins to close in around you, until
you can barely see twenty feet ahead.
Suddenly, Stanimir pulls up on the reigns until his wagon and
the rest of the train stops, and holds up his hand. The other
Vistani immediately fall silent, and you can see an uneasy look
on some of their faces. All around you, you begin noticing
glimpses of figures darting through the mist, and the snapping
of twigs under foot.
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Re: Into the Mists
DIR By: Rognvaldr
Date: May 31, 2017, 7:14 pm
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Darien has been reading from his tome he recovered in the funken
temple. As we stop, he lifts his eyes from his book and seeing
the scene, prepares for battle, grabbing his longsword and
shield.
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Re: Into the Mists
DIR By: Rognvaldr
Date: May 31, 2017, 7:19 pm
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Darien, obviously annoyed whispers to evidently no one, "Oh shut
it vvith that dated prose, I AM the shadow of death!"
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Re: Into the Mists
DIR By: Duncan Seastove
Date: June 1, 2017, 3:35 pm
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Dozens of humanoid silhouettes begin to materialize near the
edge of the mists, with still more figures barely visible behind
them.
"Adventurers," Stanimir says, still staring straight forward,
his voice suddenly stern and grave, "You must go now. We Vistani
will hold them back, but we cannot hope to protect you as well.
You must go, find Madame Eva. She will tell you how this curse
may be lifted. Ride swiftly, and may you always keep a song in
your hearts."
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