Hey Seabass. Go ahead and "suddenly appear" in the tavern and cover for Ubik. That way we can get things rolling again. Just read my last prompt, where I ask Ubik what information he has to share about Weasel.
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Magus, mighty conjurer, and summoner of hordes of...magical flying swords
Planar Sphere Problem
I'd like to join this mighty adventure, so here goes:
Hurrying towards the Copper Coronet,her head filled with thoughts about Magus and his comforting arms and sweet voice,Aerie doesn't notice the dark figure who suddenly appears out of the crowd gathered ouside the Copper Coronet.
Before she even realizes what is going on she is pulled down into a dark alley,away from prying eyes.
---Aerie
in fear)"What!...What's going...?"
Omar interrupts her with a cold and wicked look in his eyes:
---Omar:"Shhhh!Fear not,my sweet child,hehheheh...You are much more useful to us alive then dead..."
---Omar:casts sleep:Aerie.Aerie falls asleep.
Half an hour later,somewhere in the Docks
---Omar:"The first step has been taken succesfully, thanks to Carrot,hehheh..Here she is!"
---Unknwown man:"Omar,your voice is like ambrosia !Fantastic!"
He studies the sleeping elf."Hmmm,she appears battered,to say the least!"
---Omar:"That's of no concern to us;she is ready for the experiments.We should leave for Spellhold as soon as possible what with the chaotic situation in the city as of late!"
---Unknown man:"you are right you are!Oh boy oh boy oh boy! I just can't wait!Contact Saemon quickly!He's at the Sea's Bounty!"
To be continued...
Hurrying towards the Copper Coronet,her head filled with thoughts about Magus and his comforting arms and sweet voice,Aerie doesn't notice the dark figure who suddenly appears out of the crowd gathered ouside the Copper Coronet.
Before she even realizes what is going on she is pulled down into a dark alley,away from prying eyes.
---Aerie
in fear)"What!...What's going...?"Omar interrupts her with a cold and wicked look in his eyes:
---Omar:"Shhhh!Fear not,my sweet child,hehheheh...You are much more useful to us alive then dead..."
---Omar:casts sleep:Aerie.Aerie falls asleep.
Half an hour later,somewhere in the Docks
---Omar:"The first step has been taken succesfully, thanks to Carrot,hehheh..Here she is!"
---Unknwown man:"Omar,your voice is like ambrosia !Fantastic!"
He studies the sleeping elf."Hmmm,she appears battered,to say the least!"
---Omar:"That's of no concern to us;she is ready for the experiments.We should leave for Spellhold as soon as possible what with the chaotic situation in the city as of late!"
---Unknown man:"you are right you are!Oh boy oh boy oh boy! I just can't wait!Contact Saemon quickly!He's at the Sea's Bounty!"
To be continued...
Proud member of the British Commonwealth
Ubik is looking at his fingertips. The air is heavy, like you could cut through it with a knife. Mumbling has returned in the tavern and people are trying to ignore the mighty figures who are sitting right next to them.
Ubik is feeling tired. A long trip it was from home, a long trip to gain something he even wouldn't know what excactly it was. But, for now, it seems to be slipping his hands every time he feels it is close. He has a strange feeling this time, a feeling like something that should be obvious to him, appears to be tottaly wrong.
Shaking his head the black bearded necromancer tries to get rid of these thoughts, but they insist coming back. He can't think clearly, but he tries. It is not his life he is worried about - he can allways overcome such a threat, he is the mightiest of the evil necromancers of the east, isn't he? What he fears is that he is not going to complete his task. That he won't be able to get that object of ultimate power he is chasing.
And that fear eats his soul, while his deep, echoing voice is heard once more.
"Magus, you are a strong man and a mage of immense powers, nonetheless. But seems like your wisdom and intelligence is carried away by the many battles you have fought. Think, my... friend, why is Drak not speaking? HE is the key to it. And this key is useless, why he does not open his mouth to say what he knows. He knows more about Weasel. AND he knows WHAT Weasel is after. And I could bet a part of my immortal soul that he has come to a... let us say communication with your great foe.."
(to be continued)
Ubik is feeling tired. A long trip it was from home, a long trip to gain something he even wouldn't know what excactly it was. But, for now, it seems to be slipping his hands every time he feels it is close. He has a strange feeling this time, a feeling like something that should be obvious to him, appears to be tottaly wrong.
Shaking his head the black bearded necromancer tries to get rid of these thoughts, but they insist coming back. He can't think clearly, but he tries. It is not his life he is worried about - he can allways overcome such a threat, he is the mightiest of the evil necromancers of the east, isn't he? What he fears is that he is not going to complete his task. That he won't be able to get that object of ultimate power he is chasing.
And that fear eats his soul, while his deep, echoing voice is heard once more.
"Magus, you are a strong man and a mage of immense powers, nonetheless. But seems like your wisdom and intelligence is carried away by the many battles you have fought. Think, my... friend, why is Drak not speaking? HE is the key to it. And this key is useless, why he does not open his mouth to say what he knows. He knows more about Weasel. AND he knows WHAT Weasel is after. And I could bet a part of my immortal soul that he has come to a... let us say communication with your great foe.."
(to be continued)
Ubik
Elder God B.P. Pervert
Elder God B.P. Pervert
Meanwhile,back at the Copper Coronet...
Suddenly some commoners who had remained in the tavern (too curious to fear for their lives) started screaming:
---Commoners:"LOOK OUT!!!!AARRGHHAAAH!!!!"
From out of the shadows in the back of the Coronet came a dagger (thrown by someone)plunging itself into the wooden wall,just an inch off Magus' head. A black silken mask and a note were attached to it:
"The Shadowmaster expects you tonight,Magus..."
Suddenly some commoners who had remained in the tavern (too curious to fear for their lives) started screaming:
---Commoners:"LOOK OUT!!!!AARRGHHAAAH!!!!"
From out of the shadows in the back of the Coronet came a dagger (thrown by someone)plunging itself into the wooden wall,just an inch off Magus' head. A black silken mask and a note were attached to it:
"The Shadowmaster expects you tonight,Magus..."
Proud member of the British Commonwealth
KidD01 and his crew arrive in the slums....
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(KidD01)" Looks like the Copper C is doing a lot of business today"
(Viconia)" We can't all go charging in there.We needed for one of us to go in and see what is going down."
(KidD01)" Your right Vic and that is going to be me. You and Minsc report to Weasel and give him what info you have.I'll be along in a little while"
(Minsc)"Boo says there is cheese cake around here somewhere and he is hungry"
(Viconia looking highly annoyed)" Come Minsc and put that thing up.KidD01 don't let the other 'things' there get in the way of the job."
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KidD01 enters the Copper Coronet.....
To be continued
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'Weasel the Most Holy of the Holy Cavaliers'.
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(KidD01)" Looks like the Copper C is doing a lot of business today"
(Viconia)" We can't all go charging in there.We needed for one of us to go in and see what is going down."
(KidD01)" Your right Vic and that is going to be me. You and Minsc report to Weasel and give him what info you have.I'll be along in a little while"
(Minsc)"Boo says there is cheese cake around here somewhere and he is hungry"
(Viconia looking highly annoyed)" Come Minsc and put that thing up.KidD01 don't let the other 'things' there get in the way of the job."
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KidD01 enters the Copper Coronet.....
To be continued
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'Weasel the Most Holy of the Holy Cavaliers'.
"Vile and evil, yes. But, That's Weasel" From BS's book, MD 20/20: Fine Wines of Rocky Flop.
'A subtle inn east of Athkatla'
(Seabass) The research will have to continue at a later time my friend. To effectively unlock the enchantments in these artifacts I'll need more time, and that's a resource I've been lacking of in later dates...oh, and I..... I, I've recieved word from Ubik.
(Serevon) Ubik? The bastard finally came crawling bavck after all this time? Why do you feel compelled to aid him, what has he done for you lately?
(Seabass) Yes, you are indeed correct, but there is no use in regretting the past... This time it was different he said, there was a lot of treasures to be had.. And the way he explained it, this situation might be a challenge for a change.
Suddenly after finishing his sentence, Serveons eyes lit up
(Serevon) A challenge you say, you know how I like challenges.. our last ventures dealing with hobgoblings and orcs have been an insult to my talents, I NEED a challenge...
(Seabass) You are most welcome to join me Serevon , a fighter will come to great use in our mission. And I'll see what I can do about these axes, by the look of it, I think I'll unlock their powers in short... One thing Serevon, these are artifacts, they shouldnt be taken lightly....
Serevon takes the axes from Seabass' hand in a irritated fashion and utters
(Serevon) Yes, I know, great powers are not to be taken lighgtly, but I fought hard for these axes, and I'm not about to give up on them quite yet.
(Seabass) Very well, we'll leave in the morning, its getting dark, and we both need some rests....
(Serevon) As you wish, and get that pet of yours to stop snoring this time.
Seabass looks over on his right shoulder , where he keeps a dragon by the name of Xagion... he had been with him on many of his adventures and was now sitting there with a content smile across his face... He had accompanied Seabass on numerous adventures and had become more of a counsellor than a familiar.
(Seabass) Oh I almost forgot abhout you Xagion, how are you doing up there)
(Xagion) Just fine master, dont mind me..
With a flick on his thumb Seabass sent a dead fly soaring in the air, which second later , was caught by Xagions lethal jaws.
(Seabass to Servevon) Xagion isn't bothering anyone, just go to bed.
(Serevon) Hmpf
The friends went to bed and didn't talk more that night, an eerie calm was ruling the night, and the atmosphere was humble, yet tense.
That night Seabass had trouble sleeping, what did Ubik want with him he wondered?. Tomorrow they were about to find out.
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(Seabass) The research will have to continue at a later time my friend. To effectively unlock the enchantments in these artifacts I'll need more time, and that's a resource I've been lacking of in later dates...oh, and I..... I, I've recieved word from Ubik.
(Serevon) Ubik? The bastard finally came crawling bavck after all this time? Why do you feel compelled to aid him, what has he done for you lately?
(Seabass) Yes, you are indeed correct, but there is no use in regretting the past... This time it was different he said, there was a lot of treasures to be had.. And the way he explained it, this situation might be a challenge for a change.
Suddenly after finishing his sentence, Serveons eyes lit up
(Serevon) A challenge you say, you know how I like challenges.. our last ventures dealing with hobgoblings and orcs have been an insult to my talents, I NEED a challenge...
(Seabass) You are most welcome to join me Serevon , a fighter will come to great use in our mission. And I'll see what I can do about these axes, by the look of it, I think I'll unlock their powers in short... One thing Serevon, these are artifacts, they shouldnt be taken lightly....
Serevon takes the axes from Seabass' hand in a irritated fashion and utters
(Serevon) Yes, I know, great powers are not to be taken lighgtly, but I fought hard for these axes, and I'm not about to give up on them quite yet.
(Seabass) Very well, we'll leave in the morning, its getting dark, and we both need some rests....
(Serevon) As you wish, and get that pet of yours to stop snoring this time.
Seabass looks over on his right shoulder , where he keeps a dragon by the name of Xagion... he had been with him on many of his adventures and was now sitting there with a content smile across his face... He had accompanied Seabass on numerous adventures and had become more of a counsellor than a familiar.
(Seabass) Oh I almost forgot abhout you Xagion, how are you doing up there)
(Xagion) Just fine master, dont mind me..
With a flick on his thumb Seabass sent a dead fly soaring in the air, which second later , was caught by Xagions lethal jaws.
(Seabass to Servevon) Xagion isn't bothering anyone, just go to bed.
(Serevon) Hmpf
The friends went to bed and didn't talk more that night, an eerie calm was ruling the night, and the atmosphere was humble, yet tense.
That night Seabass had trouble sleeping, what did Ubik want with him he wondered?. Tomorrow they were about to find out.
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Pajas
Back in the Docks...
Omar left Xzar's place (if you didn't figure that out),his head filled with thoughts about the upcoming events. The plan seems so fragile! Too many unknown factors,too many people out there who could turn everything upside down; and of course,Drakron and Magus.... powers to be reckoned with.
"Time,I need more time to prepare myself!" he thought by himself."If only mother could have restrained herself for a while longer!"
He stepped out into the open and was struck once again by the vastness of the sky.Even after hundreds of surface raids he still felt uncomfortable. He wrapped his Piwawfi tightly around his body and covered his head and headed of to an unknown destination in Athkatla...
Unknown house in an unknown neihgbourhood of Athkatla,some time later:
---Omar:"The girl has been captured.You are to go to the Sea's Bounty and tell Saemon that the shipment and passengers are ready for departure to Brynn Law this night.He knows where the meeting point is and has been paid for the trip."
---Servant:"Does he know about us and the shipment,master?"
---Omar:"No!And no one tells either him or his crew about it!!!"
---Servant:"Yes master!"
---Omar:"One more task:tell Slupor to leave for Baldur's Gate immediately,with the body!"
---Servant:"Yes master!"
To be continued...
Omar left Xzar's place (if you didn't figure that out),his head filled with thoughts about the upcoming events. The plan seems so fragile! Too many unknown factors,too many people out there who could turn everything upside down; and of course,Drakron and Magus.... powers to be reckoned with.
"Time,I need more time to prepare myself!" he thought by himself."If only mother could have restrained herself for a while longer!"
He stepped out into the open and was struck once again by the vastness of the sky.Even after hundreds of surface raids he still felt uncomfortable. He wrapped his Piwawfi tightly around his body and covered his head and headed of to an unknown destination in Athkatla...
Unknown house in an unknown neihgbourhood of Athkatla,some time later:
---Omar:"The girl has been captured.You are to go to the Sea's Bounty and tell Saemon that the shipment and passengers are ready for departure to Brynn Law this night.He knows where the meeting point is and has been paid for the trip."
---Servant:"Does he know about us and the shipment,master?"
---Omar:"No!And no one tells either him or his crew about it!!!"
---Servant:"Yes master!"
---Omar:"One more task:tell Slupor to leave for Baldur's Gate immediately,with the body!"
---Servant:"Yes master!"
To be continued...
Proud member of the British Commonwealth
(Flashback)
Ubik is sitting in the Five Flagons inn. He looks like a tired, weary traveler.
Still,if one could see his eyes the word "tired" wasn't the one that would come in mind.
He seems occupied with his drink, but his eyes are scannering the place, searching for something.
He must have been there allmost an hour, before he looked up. A man has come in. The newcomer's face showed that he wasn't a native of this part of Faerun too (as Ubik wasn't) and that this man had great experience in the ways of magic.
Ubik: Long time no see..
Seabass: Yes, it was a surprise for me to hear from you. You are back from...
(Ubik stops him)
Shush!!! Do not say that name. Not here, not in open. I have enough trouble trying to get away from the eyes of the cowled wizards. If some ear overhears this... I will have a hard time trying to get out of their sight.
Seabass: I guess you want your past remain untold. I do not blame you. Let us forget about the past and talk about today and tommorow. Why are you here?
Ubik: You still hang out with my friend Serevon? (an evil smile shows on his face)
Seabass(annoyed) Serevon... I think he hasn't forgive you. I never mention your name in front of him. He holds against you...
Ubik: ok, ok, do not continue, I know... I know. But in order to go on with my plan we need him too.
Seabass: Another scheme of yours, huh? Serevon won't likely follow, I fear.
Ubik: Oh, yes he will. Once I explain to him, he will. Just tell him that I am back and I am after something... oh, don't bother to ask me what, you both will know when the time is right. He will understand. Tell him that I am back. Hungry. And ready for power, real power.
Seabass: What about your other ..."friends".
I have seen Magus some days ago. At the Copper Coronet, looks like he hangs out there.
Ubik's dark eyes seem like throwing sparks into the dimmer light of the tavern
Ubik: I will deal with everybody when the time is right... for now... we have to find allies.
(end of flashback)
to be continued
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Ubik is sitting in the Five Flagons inn. He looks like a tired, weary traveler.
Still,if one could see his eyes the word "tired" wasn't the one that would come in mind.
He seems occupied with his drink, but his eyes are scannering the place, searching for something.
He must have been there allmost an hour, before he looked up. A man has come in. The newcomer's face showed that he wasn't a native of this part of Faerun too (as Ubik wasn't) and that this man had great experience in the ways of magic.
Ubik: Long time no see..
Seabass: Yes, it was a surprise for me to hear from you. You are back from...
(Ubik stops him)
Shush!!! Do not say that name. Not here, not in open. I have enough trouble trying to get away from the eyes of the cowled wizards. If some ear overhears this... I will have a hard time trying to get out of their sight.
Seabass: I guess you want your past remain untold. I do not blame you. Let us forget about the past and talk about today and tommorow. Why are you here?
Ubik: You still hang out with my friend Serevon? (an evil smile shows on his face)
Seabass(annoyed) Serevon... I think he hasn't forgive you. I never mention your name in front of him. He holds against you...
Ubik: ok, ok, do not continue, I know... I know. But in order to go on with my plan we need him too.
Seabass: Another scheme of yours, huh? Serevon won't likely follow, I fear.
Ubik: Oh, yes he will. Once I explain to him, he will. Just tell him that I am back and I am after something... oh, don't bother to ask me what, you both will know when the time is right. He will understand. Tell him that I am back. Hungry. And ready for power, real power.
Seabass: What about your other ..."friends".
I have seen Magus some days ago. At the Copper Coronet, looks like he hangs out there.
Ubik's dark eyes seem like throwing sparks into the dimmer light of the tavern
Ubik: I will deal with everybody when the time is right... for now... we have to find allies.
(end of flashback)
to be continued
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Ubik
Elder God B.P. Pervert
Elder God B.P. Pervert
To Seabass
Actually it happened *before* your meeting with him, and it is just an "ad onn" to the plot, to make things more "alive". Actually, I was bored waiting for Drak (who seems to be frustrated by another thread and doesn't want to take part here anymore, if I am guessing right) and Magus to show up, so I sketched our meeting, before I go to meet Weasel and Gruntboy.
End of intermission
Actually it happened *before* your meeting with him, and it is just an "ad onn" to the plot, to make things more "alive". Actually, I was bored waiting for Drak (who seems to be frustrated by another thread and doesn't want to take part here anymore, if I am guessing right) and Magus to show up, so I sketched our meeting, before I go to meet Weasel and Gruntboy.
End of intermission
Ubik
Elder God B.P. Pervert
Elder God B.P. Pervert
The morning that greeted us was cold and harsh, in the next room I could hear Serevon was already up, cursing the sound that Xagion has done last night... It didnt bother me, I had gotten used to it, but Serveon still had trouble sleeping with the dragon in the vicinity. Now what did Ubik want?
Serevon had known Ubik just as long as I had, if not longer, they did not have a relationship tho, and hardly considered each other as friends. I held no grudge about Ubik , and Serevon seemed more dissapointed in Ubik than angry, which made me confident no conflicts would arise.
In this time of distress, we all had to unite, whether willingly or not, we had to come together and combine our forces. Serevon was probably the most skilled fighter I had ever seen, and gladly let him, as an old friend, join in my many sieges across faerun.
There had been a time when all was better, when me, ubik and serevon could sit down at a table and have some ale, those times were gone, and even though the group had been splittered , we all felt we had a curtain debt to one another. We all shared a connection. It had been many moons since we heard from Ubik,...... Serevon and I had been doing quite a lot of travelling and I was shocked when I suddenly recieved a message from him requesting my aid...
He wouldnt make contact if unecessary, old friend or not, Ubik was not one for for small talk and spontane get togethers. He knew if he called us, we would come, there was something happening, something big.
The door suddenly opened and there Serevon stood waiting to get off tho Atkathla, I too felt a curtain feeling that we should hurry. I quickly got dressed and our journey started.
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Serevon had known Ubik just as long as I had, if not longer, they did not have a relationship tho, and hardly considered each other as friends. I held no grudge about Ubik , and Serevon seemed more dissapointed in Ubik than angry, which made me confident no conflicts would arise.
In this time of distress, we all had to unite, whether willingly or not, we had to come together and combine our forces. Serevon was probably the most skilled fighter I had ever seen, and gladly let him, as an old friend, join in my many sieges across faerun.
There had been a time when all was better, when me, ubik and serevon could sit down at a table and have some ale, those times were gone, and even though the group had been splittered , we all felt we had a curtain debt to one another. We all shared a connection. It had been many moons since we heard from Ubik,...... Serevon and I had been doing quite a lot of travelling and I was shocked when I suddenly recieved a message from him requesting my aid...
He wouldnt make contact if unecessary, old friend or not, Ubik was not one for for small talk and spontane get togethers. He knew if he called us, we would come, there was something happening, something big.
The door suddenly opened and there Serevon stood waiting to get off tho Atkathla, I too felt a curtain feeling that we should hurry. I quickly got dressed and our journey started.
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Pajas
Annoyed, Magus looks at the dagger vibrating in the wall next to him. "So many interruptions," he mumbles, and pockets the note. He wonders what in the Seven Hells Aran could want at a time like this. "Can't he see I'm busy?" he thinks. He surveys the Inn, and becomes even more irritated as he sees all of the frightened spectators. Aran's a thief, why couldn't he be just a LITTLE more subtle? Turning back to those gathered as if nothing happened, Magus asks Drakron, "Is what Ubik says true, my friend? Do you know more than you let on? Or is Ubik just toying with us?"
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Magus, mighty conjurer, and summoner of hordes of...magical flying swords
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Magus, mighty conjurer, and summoner of hordes of...magical flying swords
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Magus, mighty conjurer, and summoner of hordes of...magical flying swords
Sidenote: By the way, I refuse to limit my character to level 18 rules when Drakron is a level 30 fighter and level 16 mage. Not to mention KidD01's level 30 cavalier. I'll keep his power within reasonable limits (no spells of smiting, or whatsuch). But I reserve the right to "create" spells as the situation arises. The reason I'm stating this is that every other person seems not to be limiting their power (by stating their character's level), and I did at the beginning, when the story was still young. And Craig, you can't bring in that many characters. Limit yourself to one, or perhaps 2 (with the second preferably being a real NPC).
Magus, mighty conjurer, and summoner of hordes of...magical flying swords