With great pain Xandax stands up, sword in hand ready to face his final adversary.
Suddenly another mage is teleporting into the Copper Coronet.
”Now is our chance” Xandax whispers to Faisal.
Stumbling around Xandax slowly exits the Coronet.
“Where to go, I need to see a healer” Xandax thought.
The temple on top of the Coronet had seen better days due to the mages magical attack that almost brought the roof down.
Xandax collapses on the street of combined exhaustion and the loss of blood but somehow due to willpower manages to stay conscious.
Athkathla II
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@Xandax: Very good.
craig just needs to reign in his impulsiveness...when I make somebody invincible dammit, I mean it.
But seriously, I have a good reason for what I did. Maybe some of the more astute of you can figure out why...I left a few clues laying around.
craig just needs to reign in his impulsiveness...when I make somebody invincible dammit, I mean it.
But seriously, I have a good reason for what I did. Maybe some of the more astute of you can figure out why...I left a few clues laying around.
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
Just waiting for you, craig and Fas. Then perhaps you'll get some answers...though your characters won't.
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
@Aegis: The hints are very well hidden...if you don't already have suspicions, you probably won't find them. Then again, one of them's an old Baldur's Gate trick I modified. If you can spot it, it's a dead give away. But that's all the help you'll get
As for the *villain* of the story, we'll see. If nobody strives to be it, I've got an NPC in mind, though he won't exactly be the focus of the story. The focus is, after all, averting civil war. One man alone doesn't start such a conflict.
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As for the *villain* of the story, we'll see. If nobody strives to be it, I've got an NPC in mind, though he won't exactly be the focus of the story. The focus is, after all, averting civil war. One man alone doesn't start such a conflict.
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Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
OOC {let me see if i got this right - No spamming and read more carefully the threads?}
Xandax collapses on the floor outside the coronet.
Faisal grabs him and places him over his shoulder, taking off to the cleric on top of the coronet.
Faisal, turns to Thyrn and says:
"Common we need to get a a healer all of us. There is one above the coronet, i am trained to be a cleric, but i need to worship a god to get an abilities and powers"
Xandax: "You don't worship any one yet??"
Faisal: "Nope, not yet and since i have gotten so close to death i better get one!"
Thryn: "Aye that you should do, otherwise you will end up in Kelevemor's realm which ain't that pretty".
Faisal: "Ah here is the temple, lets see who much help we can get."
Entering the temple, the 3 are a site to see.
Covered in blood, bruised, tired and weary, the clerics at once rush to their aid.
One taking xandax of Faisal's young shoulders and thyrn was getting his wounds tended to.
Faisal: "Can i speak to the head cleric or who ever is in charge?"
The cleric: "After your wounds are tended to and you have rested"
Faisal rather forcefullly replies "NO, NOW."
The cleric obviously shocked but does as is wanted.
Faisal is taken into a small study where an ancient man is sitting reading a book.
The old man says without looking up: "you can leave us now ribald."
Once the cleric left closing the door behind him, the old man looked up and asked "yes now what can i help you with?"
"Well, i have been trained to be cleric by my mother and wanted to know if i would still be able to use those abilities with any god, also i would like help in choosing a god" rushes faisal.
"Why all this sudden interest in choosing a god so quickly?" asks the old man gently.
"Well", faisal totally at easy with this old man relates the events of the past 2 days but omitting the part of the voice in his head.
"Thus i have faced death twice in less than 2 days, i rather not end up a faithless man in Lord Death's realm."
"And?" says the old man paitently.
"And?....nothing there is not much else to say" replies faisal.
"If you don't want to tell me, it is ok, but i can't help you fully" states the cleric calmly.
Faisal thinks for a moment and then decides that he might as well tell him.
"I have been hearing voices in my head" he replies meekly.
The cleric asks: "Voices what do they say?"
Faisal: "Well not voice just one voice it keeps emphasising the importance of luck, which is ironic as i have had both bad and good luck over the past 3."
Old Cleric: "Continue please"
Faisal: "Well, i got into Athkathla relatively easily, i was allowed to enter when someone assumed that i was an assasian. Usually i am hasselled have to pay a huge toll, around 150 coppers or i have to fight my way in. This did not happen here. Lucky i guess. Then i was attacked that very night actually 3 hours later, where i nearly died. But did not for some reason, my sheild did something to protect me against a lightening bolt, to my total amazemnet!
The cleric is now greatly interested and motions to faisal to sit down and takes a closer seat to him but says nothing so faisal continues:
"Then when i am almost dead a man comes to my aid out of no where and heals me and provides with food and aid. Lucky once again. But then there is a fight in the copper coronet, where i was caught off guard, but for some reason the attackers waits for me to ready myself for a fight, but then he is jumped by a couple of drunks! Lucky or what???
Then there was a fight witha dward in the coronet, which was made relatively easy but i know for sure that i don't have the ability or talent to fight an experienced fighter.
I was expecting to die."
"What exactly happened during the fight with the dwarf?" asks the cleric.
"Well this is what happened...Faisal starts describing the fight. It was very easy for me to turn aside that shield and kill that dwarf, it seemed easy esp since i do kno my strenghtens, and one on one isn't one of them."
The cleric: When did you hear the voice?
Faisal: "Well, one time was when fighting the battle, it said luck is the key to any battle and the other time i remember was when i was attacked at night, don't exactly remember what it said"
The cleric: Well let me think about it and you should get your wounds tended to and get some rest. We will talk about this in the morning!
Xandax collapses on the floor outside the coronet.
Faisal grabs him and places him over his shoulder, taking off to the cleric on top of the coronet.
Faisal, turns to Thyrn and says:
"Common we need to get a a healer all of us. There is one above the coronet, i am trained to be a cleric, but i need to worship a god to get an abilities and powers"
Xandax: "You don't worship any one yet??"
Faisal: "Nope, not yet and since i have gotten so close to death i better get one!"
Thryn: "Aye that you should do, otherwise you will end up in Kelevemor's realm which ain't that pretty".
Faisal: "Ah here is the temple, lets see who much help we can get."
Entering the temple, the 3 are a site to see.
Covered in blood, bruised, tired and weary, the clerics at once rush to their aid.
One taking xandax of Faisal's young shoulders and thyrn was getting his wounds tended to.
Faisal: "Can i speak to the head cleric or who ever is in charge?"
The cleric: "After your wounds are tended to and you have rested"
Faisal rather forcefullly replies "NO, NOW."
The cleric obviously shocked but does as is wanted.
Faisal is taken into a small study where an ancient man is sitting reading a book.
The old man says without looking up: "you can leave us now ribald."
Once the cleric left closing the door behind him, the old man looked up and asked "yes now what can i help you with?"
"Well, i have been trained to be cleric by my mother and wanted to know if i would still be able to use those abilities with any god, also i would like help in choosing a god" rushes faisal.
"Why all this sudden interest in choosing a god so quickly?" asks the old man gently.
"Well", faisal totally at easy with this old man relates the events of the past 2 days but omitting the part of the voice in his head.
"Thus i have faced death twice in less than 2 days, i rather not end up a faithless man in Lord Death's realm."
"And?" says the old man paitently.
"And?....nothing there is not much else to say" replies faisal.
"If you don't want to tell me, it is ok, but i can't help you fully" states the cleric calmly.
Faisal thinks for a moment and then decides that he might as well tell him.
"I have been hearing voices in my head" he replies meekly.
The cleric asks: "Voices what do they say?"
Faisal: "Well not voice just one voice it keeps emphasising the importance of luck, which is ironic as i have had both bad and good luck over the past 3."
Old Cleric: "Continue please"
Faisal: "Well, i got into Athkathla relatively easily, i was allowed to enter when someone assumed that i was an assasian. Usually i am hasselled have to pay a huge toll, around 150 coppers or i have to fight my way in. This did not happen here. Lucky i guess. Then i was attacked that very night actually 3 hours later, where i nearly died. But did not for some reason, my sheild did something to protect me against a lightening bolt, to my total amazemnet!
The cleric is now greatly interested and motions to faisal to sit down and takes a closer seat to him but says nothing so faisal continues:
"Then when i am almost dead a man comes to my aid out of no where and heals me and provides with food and aid. Lucky once again. But then there is a fight in the copper coronet, where i was caught off guard, but for some reason the attackers waits for me to ready myself for a fight, but then he is jumped by a couple of drunks! Lucky or what???
Then there was a fight witha dward in the coronet, which was made relatively easy but i know for sure that i don't have the ability or talent to fight an experienced fighter.
I was expecting to die."
"What exactly happened during the fight with the dwarf?" asks the cleric.
"Well this is what happened...Faisal starts describing the fight. It was very easy for me to turn aside that shield and kill that dwarf, it seemed easy esp since i do kno my strenghtens, and one on one isn't one of them."
The cleric: When did you hear the voice?
Faisal: "Well, one time was when fighting the battle, it said luck is the key to any battle and the other time i remember was when i was attacked at night, don't exactly remember what it said"
The cleric: Well let me think about it and you should get your wounds tended to and get some rest. We will talk about this in the morning!
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
Laying down on a bed, under the magical influence of a priest trying to heal Xandax’ wounds – Xandax’ mind starts to drift away into a state between the real world and the dream world
”You have not defeated me – I will have what is mine”
Xandax blocked the words out of his head.
Xandax started to think about the last couple of events.
“It all started with that drow – I wonder what he is doing in Athkatla.
And what about the mage – he was not an ordinary mage.”
Xandax had never succumbed to magic this way it happen in the Coronet.
“He was powerful, truly powerful. – Why did he travel with such a band of adventures? There was no need for him to do that. Trying to stay anonyms, perhaps? – And the other mage teleporting in, friend or foe of the first one.?”
The questions ran through Xandax’ head.
“Could I have acted differently? – I could have sheeted my weapons, but who wants to stand unarmed in such a turmoiled situation. Should I have let them go after the drow? – Well, properly not – that would maybe have costed the drow his life. Could I have fought differently – well maybe taking out the dwarf first, instead of going after the mage…. No, the mage was the threat as I reasoned”
Xandax had no answers. Xandax looked towards Faisal, he seemed upset and demanded to speak to leader of the temple.
Looking down on his wounds Xandax first thought was annoyance, now he had to get a new suit of armour – the he saw how lucky he had been – the wound from the axe was deep, but it had been necessary, otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten out of that place alive.
The priest was finishing his treatment of Xandax’ wounds and once again Xandax was back on his legs – even though he was still weak.
The man named Thryn approached and helped Xandax move towards the room where Faisal had gone earlier.
“Who was this Thryn and could he be trusted, never mind – right now we need to get some distance between us and this place as soon as possible” Xandax thought to himself.
”You have not defeated me – I will have what is mine”
Xandax blocked the words out of his head.
Xandax started to think about the last couple of events.
“It all started with that drow – I wonder what he is doing in Athkatla.
And what about the mage – he was not an ordinary mage.”
Xandax had never succumbed to magic this way it happen in the Coronet.
“He was powerful, truly powerful. – Why did he travel with such a band of adventures? There was no need for him to do that. Trying to stay anonyms, perhaps? – And the other mage teleporting in, friend or foe of the first one.?”
The questions ran through Xandax’ head.
“Could I have acted differently? – I could have sheeted my weapons, but who wants to stand unarmed in such a turmoiled situation. Should I have let them go after the drow? – Well, properly not – that would maybe have costed the drow his life. Could I have fought differently – well maybe taking out the dwarf first, instead of going after the mage…. No, the mage was the threat as I reasoned”
Xandax had no answers. Xandax looked towards Faisal, he seemed upset and demanded to speak to leader of the temple.
Looking down on his wounds Xandax first thought was annoyance, now he had to get a new suit of armour – the he saw how lucky he had been – the wound from the axe was deep, but it had been necessary, otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten out of that place alive.
The priest was finishing his treatment of Xandax’ wounds and once again Xandax was back on his legs – even though he was still weak.
The man named Thryn approached and helped Xandax move towards the room where Faisal had gone earlier.
“Who was this Thryn and could he be trusted, never mind – right now we need to get some distance between us and this place as soon as possible” Xandax thought to himself.
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Sorry for being away from the thread so long. I was hooked on a long thread on the Shadows of Amn board, and it took me a while to read. Then I got interrupted while I was writing...(sigh)
@Fas: In a more gentle way, yes
I just thought I’d poke fun at you for a while. No offense intended. Everybody makes mistakes, including yours truly
BTW, Ribald? Is the name similarity coincidental? Also, I think Xandax’s character would be more than annoyed if you told him that Faisal felling the dwarf was merely a stroke of luck
@Aegis: I’m sure Raistlin would cause chaos, but civil war is something different entirely. That involves the plots and intrigue of many. That’s why I’m slowly revealing the guild leaders and their subordinates. They’ll be critical players in this little drama.
@Xandax: You’ve probably got it. Remember that a good deal of time passed between the two posts. And keep in mind that the party had a lot of off time recently.
*****
The newly arrived wizard looks around in astonishment. Blood forming in pools from the fallen. Scorch marks in the wall. The ceiling in one area completely caved in. A bar fight raging around him, though the sight of the luminescently-garbed wizard quickly quiets that. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a few bloodied adventurers slipping out the door. But his eyes come to rest on the mage in red. Blood red. He stands amidst the carnage, unshaken and imposing.
“What has happened here? Are you the cause of this chaos?” the wizard says, his melifluous voice reaching the ears of all, commanding attention.
“Ah...you must be Magus, hero of Athkatla” the red-robed mage sneers. “I had wondered if the tall tales of your prowess were true...guess not.”
Magus senses the great power within this man. He couldn’t let himself be baited into a spell battle. It would surely destroy the Copper Coronet and everyone inside it, and likely even more...if he could even win. It had been a long time since Magus had felt such power...dark memories of Raistlin, a decade ago, come rushing back. No, fighting now was not an option.
Perhaps he could draw out some information from the obviously vain man. “Who are you, that you wield such powerful magics...” Magus pries flatteringly, motioning to the surrounding destruction, and then staring at the mage intently.
“Don’t you wish you could know...” the mage speaks with a smile.
I am Lazal the Red, and you along with this city of fools shall soon feel my wrath... Magus detects psionically.
Lazal’s eyes widen as he realizes the trick. His mind slams shut.
“YOU...” Lazal fumes, pointing his finger at Magus.
Damn, Magus thinks. This wasn’t good...
Lucklily, Lazal calms down. He smiles. “Ah...I should have known better, you of many talents. But I know your kind’s ways, and you couldn’t have pried far without me sensing it. You know nothing. And you are no threat to me, Magus, mark my words. I know your purpose here, and know that you can’t stop the inevitable, fool.”
With that, he teleports away, the previous inconsequential battle gone from his mind. He had more important matters to deal with.
*****
Magus still knows little after the fruitless encounter.
Void, did you have any more success?
I didn’t want to risk detection. But revenge and the Cowled Wizards were on his mind as he left.
This man was dangerous. He wondered if he should warn the Cowled Wizards. Then again, why should he? He was certainly no friend of theirs, and one man couldn’t do much against an entire organization, could he? No matter. But secrecy was a weapon, and Magus wouldn’t leave without some answers.
“You there! Yes, you! What do you know of the reb-robed mage that just left?” Magus asks a nearby mage, an apprentice by his looks.
“N-nothing much, milord...” he stammers, obviously overwhelmed. Magus’s frown quickly loosens his tongue. “H-his name is Derlaz. He was part of the adventuring group, the Bleeding Hammer. That’s all I know, I swear,” the man hurriedly adds.
“What happened here?” Magus presses.
“N-nothing much, milord. A drow came through and caused quite the stir. The Bleeding Hammer were sitting at the table over there, and got up to go after him. B-but Derlaz...”
“What, what about him?” Magus asks impatiently.
“There was this wave of power...all the mages felt it. Derlaz has never been one to mess with, but never did he emanate such power. It frightened us, it did. It was quickly gone, but we FELT it. And during the fight...his magic grew more and more powerful.”
“What caused the fight?”
“A-a gentleman at the bar asked them something. Then somebody comes out of nowhere, knife striking toward the guy’s back. Then all Hell broke loose. A friend of the man bashed the guy with the knife over the head with a chair and ran up the stairs. Then this elf comes running in like a blasted cheetah...and, and-“
“That’s enough.” Magus says, cutting him off, and the apprentice lets out a sigh of relief. “Did any of these two people fighting this adventuring group escape?”
“Yes, sir. I think I saw them leave when you came. They were pretty badly hurt. The elf went after them.”
“Thank you. Here, a gold piece for your trouble.” The apprentice gapes in astonishment. When he looks up, Magus has vanished.
*****
Hopefully these two guys fighting the Bleeding Hammer would have more answers about Lazal, or Derlaz as he seemed to be known. They must not have been your ordinary drunkards to have lasted for any breadth of time against what seemed to be a powerful and well known adventuring group. And this elf that ran like a cheetah...what was his involvement in this mess?
The babbling man said they were badly hurt. Perhaps they went to see a healer?
Magus turns wearily towards Void. In the sunlight outside the Copper Coronet, he looks like some strange mirage, or perhaps part of a low-lying cloud. Except for those red, glowing eyes. Finding the bright sunlight uncomfortable, he drifts away to find a shadowy and less unpleasant spot.
“Yes, the temple of Ilmater up there would be a good place to start,” Magus mutters, shielding his face with his hand as he looks up at it. Blasted daylight. He much preferred the softer light of his home.
Deciding not to tempt the wrath of the Cowled Wizards, Magus climbs the long, rickety staircase leading to the inn’s roof, then walks to the temple’s entrance, instead of just teleporting about as is his wont. No need to strain already tense relations, though he’s sorely tempted. He enters the door of the temple and goes to speak to the head cleric.
*****
Xandax’s mullings are interrupted by voices outside the door.
“Magus, milord, the young lad within was gravely injured. When the priest finishes he’ll need his rest.”
“I’ll only be a moment, good sir. But I must speak with him.”
“Very well. Please try to be brief.”
The door opens, and in comes none other than the teleporting mage from the Copper Coronet! Xandax instinctively tries to rush to his feet, but his exhausted body won’t obey. It doesn’t matter anyway. He is tired of fighting.
“Well, young warrior, looks like the day hasn’t been kind to you,” Magus says with a small smile. His voice is soothing and pleasing to the ear, and all feelings of hostility seem to fade away.
Things just keep getting weirder and weirder, Xandax thinks with a sigh. Then he notices the two red, disembodied eyes floating over his head...
*****
@Xandax: Were you right? See the little word-play in his name? Remind you of, oh say, Koveras?
I wonder how your first encounter with Void will go...
@Fas: In a more gentle way, yes
I just thought I’d poke fun at you for a while. No offense intended. Everybody makes mistakes, including yours truly
BTW, Ribald? Is the name similarity coincidental? Also, I think Xandax’s character would be more than annoyed if you told him that Faisal felling the dwarf was merely a stroke of luck
@Aegis: I’m sure Raistlin would cause chaos, but civil war is something different entirely. That involves the plots and intrigue of many. That’s why I’m slowly revealing the guild leaders and their subordinates. They’ll be critical players in this little drama.
@Xandax: You’ve probably got it. Remember that a good deal of time passed between the two posts. And keep in mind that the party had a lot of off time recently.
*****
The newly arrived wizard looks around in astonishment. Blood forming in pools from the fallen. Scorch marks in the wall. The ceiling in one area completely caved in. A bar fight raging around him, though the sight of the luminescently-garbed wizard quickly quiets that. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a few bloodied adventurers slipping out the door. But his eyes come to rest on the mage in red. Blood red. He stands amidst the carnage, unshaken and imposing.
“What has happened here? Are you the cause of this chaos?” the wizard says, his melifluous voice reaching the ears of all, commanding attention.
“Ah...you must be Magus, hero of Athkatla” the red-robed mage sneers. “I had wondered if the tall tales of your prowess were true...guess not.”
Magus senses the great power within this man. He couldn’t let himself be baited into a spell battle. It would surely destroy the Copper Coronet and everyone inside it, and likely even more...if he could even win. It had been a long time since Magus had felt such power...dark memories of Raistlin, a decade ago, come rushing back. No, fighting now was not an option.
Perhaps he could draw out some information from the obviously vain man. “Who are you, that you wield such powerful magics...” Magus pries flatteringly, motioning to the surrounding destruction, and then staring at the mage intently.
“Don’t you wish you could know...” the mage speaks with a smile.
I am Lazal the Red, and you along with this city of fools shall soon feel my wrath... Magus detects psionically.
Lazal’s eyes widen as he realizes the trick. His mind slams shut.
“YOU...” Lazal fumes, pointing his finger at Magus.
Damn, Magus thinks. This wasn’t good...
Lucklily, Lazal calms down. He smiles. “Ah...I should have known better, you of many talents. But I know your kind’s ways, and you couldn’t have pried far without me sensing it. You know nothing. And you are no threat to me, Magus, mark my words. I know your purpose here, and know that you can’t stop the inevitable, fool.”
With that, he teleports away, the previous inconsequential battle gone from his mind. He had more important matters to deal with.
*****
Magus still knows little after the fruitless encounter.
Void, did you have any more success?
I didn’t want to risk detection. But revenge and the Cowled Wizards were on his mind as he left.
This man was dangerous. He wondered if he should warn the Cowled Wizards. Then again, why should he? He was certainly no friend of theirs, and one man couldn’t do much against an entire organization, could he? No matter. But secrecy was a weapon, and Magus wouldn’t leave without some answers.
“You there! Yes, you! What do you know of the reb-robed mage that just left?” Magus asks a nearby mage, an apprentice by his looks.
“N-nothing much, milord...” he stammers, obviously overwhelmed. Magus’s frown quickly loosens his tongue. “H-his name is Derlaz. He was part of the adventuring group, the Bleeding Hammer. That’s all I know, I swear,” the man hurriedly adds.
“What happened here?” Magus presses.
“N-nothing much, milord. A drow came through and caused quite the stir. The Bleeding Hammer were sitting at the table over there, and got up to go after him. B-but Derlaz...”
“What, what about him?” Magus asks impatiently.
“There was this wave of power...all the mages felt it. Derlaz has never been one to mess with, but never did he emanate such power. It frightened us, it did. It was quickly gone, but we FELT it. And during the fight...his magic grew more and more powerful.”
“What caused the fight?”
“A-a gentleman at the bar asked them something. Then somebody comes out of nowhere, knife striking toward the guy’s back. Then all Hell broke loose. A friend of the man bashed the guy with the knife over the head with a chair and ran up the stairs. Then this elf comes running in like a blasted cheetah...and, and-“
“That’s enough.” Magus says, cutting him off, and the apprentice lets out a sigh of relief. “Did any of these two people fighting this adventuring group escape?”
“Yes, sir. I think I saw them leave when you came. They were pretty badly hurt. The elf went after them.”
“Thank you. Here, a gold piece for your trouble.” The apprentice gapes in astonishment. When he looks up, Magus has vanished.
*****
Hopefully these two guys fighting the Bleeding Hammer would have more answers about Lazal, or Derlaz as he seemed to be known. They must not have been your ordinary drunkards to have lasted for any breadth of time against what seemed to be a powerful and well known adventuring group. And this elf that ran like a cheetah...what was his involvement in this mess?
The babbling man said they were badly hurt. Perhaps they went to see a healer?
Magus turns wearily towards Void. In the sunlight outside the Copper Coronet, he looks like some strange mirage, or perhaps part of a low-lying cloud. Except for those red, glowing eyes. Finding the bright sunlight uncomfortable, he drifts away to find a shadowy and less unpleasant spot.
“Yes, the temple of Ilmater up there would be a good place to start,” Magus mutters, shielding his face with his hand as he looks up at it. Blasted daylight. He much preferred the softer light of his home.
Deciding not to tempt the wrath of the Cowled Wizards, Magus climbs the long, rickety staircase leading to the inn’s roof, then walks to the temple’s entrance, instead of just teleporting about as is his wont. No need to strain already tense relations, though he’s sorely tempted. He enters the door of the temple and goes to speak to the head cleric.
*****
Xandax’s mullings are interrupted by voices outside the door.
“Magus, milord, the young lad within was gravely injured. When the priest finishes he’ll need his rest.”
“I’ll only be a moment, good sir. But I must speak with him.”
“Very well. Please try to be brief.”
The door opens, and in comes none other than the teleporting mage from the Copper Coronet! Xandax instinctively tries to rush to his feet, but his exhausted body won’t obey. It doesn’t matter anyway. He is tired of fighting.
“Well, young warrior, looks like the day hasn’t been kind to you,” Magus says with a small smile. His voice is soothing and pleasing to the ear, and all feelings of hostility seem to fade away.
Things just keep getting weirder and weirder, Xandax thinks with a sigh. Then he notices the two red, disembodied eyes floating over his head...
*****
@Xandax: Were you right? See the little word-play in his name? Remind you of, oh say, Koveras?
I wonder how your first encounter with Void will go...
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
@Magus: I'm going to arrange a small encouter with Virdel for you, and do something I've wanted to do since the last story. I hope your ready . You know, give you some options in progressing the story.
Virdel got little sleep, not even twenty minutes worth. His mind was too shaken by what happend, and felt he should return to Ferchen. He hadn't the time to rest. After his brief shut-eye, he made his way back to Ferchen's temporary head quaters. On his way through the twisting streets, he was be forced to walk by the Copper Coronet. As he did so, with his Hood drawn tightly as to not give his identity away, he glanced inside. He saw the place was a wreck. He instantly thought that the gaurds had torn the place up searching for clues about him, but something struck him as odd. Part of the ceiling had collapsed in. Never a good sign.
Relizing what a dangerous act it could be, Virdel decided to allow his eyes to slip back to their natural state. The red's and oranges of the surrounding heat patterns emerged almost instantly. He would have to be careful when looking up though, in fear of burning his retina. He looked at the door to the Coronet, and then along the side path, and to the stairs. It was a set of stairs not used regularly, and released it odd when he saw four sets of foot prints on the stairs, and leading upwards to the top level, probably to the temple for some reason. Going againest his better judgement, he followed the trail, cursing himself as he did so. Even though three of the prints had lost quite a bit of their heat signature, the fourth one was still hot, still newly made. He reached the top level, and followed the path to the stairs to the temple. He was right. It was probably the gaurds healing their fallen comrades. Virdel, againest his better judgement, crept up the stairs, and to the door of the temple.
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Xandax’s mullings are interrupted by voices outside the door.
“Magus, milord, the young lad within was gravely injured. When the priest finishes he’ll need his rest.”
“I’ll only be a moment, good sir. But I must speak with him.”
“Very well. Please try to be brief.”
The door opens, and in comes none other than the teleporting mage from the Copper Coronet! Xandax instinctively tries to rush to his feet, but his exhausted body won’t obey. It doesn’t matter anyway. He is tired of fighting.
“Well, young warrior, looks like the day hasn’t been kind to you,” Magus says with a small smile. His voice is soothing and pleasing to the ear, and all feelings of hostility seem to fade away.
Things just keep getting weirder and weirder, Xandax thinks with a sigh. Then he notices the two red, disembodied eyes floating over his head...
*****
Virdel overheard this exchange, and being new to Athkatla, beleives this Magus to be a superiour to the fallen gaurds. He took a deep breath, and summoned every ounce of courage he had. He had full intentions to attack, and remove that band of gaurds, so that they would give his identity away. He had no clue as to what he was in store for. He drew both Scimitars, checking again to see if his summoning stone was in place. Some relief found him as he notice it's black surface glowering back. With his back to the door, he pushed it violently in, and charged into the temple.
"Where are you!" commanded Virdel, pushing several panicked Priests out of the way. "Show yourselves you blasted men, or are you frightend of one lone Elf!" It was at this point he recognized his folly. He turned a corner in the building, and peared down the hall. His eyes didn't meet with a man of the Black Helm, but a Mage with trans-cendant coloured robes. A powerful mage indeed, one who knew what he was doing. Virdel knew instantly who this man was. Having heard all the stories of the valiant Magi who saved the city. Even with Virdel's extensive skills with the scimitars, he was no match for him. He backed slowly, feeling even more dread when an icy cold form materialized behind him, and sending a mental shockwave into his mind, causing him to pass out. Virdel had just met Void....
@Magus: It was the only way I could think of getting myself in with you guys. Keep in mind, virdel will be pretty angry when waking, and probably fight. Well, it's late, I'm tired, and my writing sucks right now. I'll post tommorrow.
. You know, give you some options in progressing the story.Virdel got little sleep, not even twenty minutes worth. His mind was too shaken by what happend, and felt he should return to Ferchen. He hadn't the time to rest. After his brief shut-eye, he made his way back to Ferchen's temporary head quaters. On his way through the twisting streets, he was be forced to walk by the Copper Coronet. As he did so, with his Hood drawn tightly as to not give his identity away, he glanced inside. He saw the place was a wreck. He instantly thought that the gaurds had torn the place up searching for clues about him, but something struck him as odd. Part of the ceiling had collapsed in. Never a good sign.
Relizing what a dangerous act it could be, Virdel decided to allow his eyes to slip back to their natural state. The red's and oranges of the surrounding heat patterns emerged almost instantly. He would have to be careful when looking up though, in fear of burning his retina. He looked at the door to the Coronet, and then along the side path, and to the stairs. It was a set of stairs not used regularly, and released it odd when he saw four sets of foot prints on the stairs, and leading upwards to the top level, probably to the temple for some reason. Going againest his better judgement, he followed the trail, cursing himself as he did so. Even though three of the prints had lost quite a bit of their heat signature, the fourth one was still hot, still newly made. He reached the top level, and followed the path to the stairs to the temple. He was right. It was probably the gaurds healing their fallen comrades. Virdel, againest his better judgement, crept up the stairs, and to the door of the temple.
*****
Xandax’s mullings are interrupted by voices outside the door.
“Magus, milord, the young lad within was gravely injured. When the priest finishes he’ll need his rest.”
“I’ll only be a moment, good sir. But I must speak with him.”
“Very well. Please try to be brief.”
The door opens, and in comes none other than the teleporting mage from the Copper Coronet! Xandax instinctively tries to rush to his feet, but his exhausted body won’t obey. It doesn’t matter anyway. He is tired of fighting.
“Well, young warrior, looks like the day hasn’t been kind to you,” Magus says with a small smile. His voice is soothing and pleasing to the ear, and all feelings of hostility seem to fade away.
Things just keep getting weirder and weirder, Xandax thinks with a sigh. Then he notices the two red, disembodied eyes floating over his head...
*****
Virdel overheard this exchange, and being new to Athkatla, beleives this Magus to be a superiour to the fallen gaurds. He took a deep breath, and summoned every ounce of courage he had. He had full intentions to attack, and remove that band of gaurds, so that they would give his identity away. He had no clue as to what he was in store for. He drew both Scimitars, checking again to see if his summoning stone was in place. Some relief found him as he notice it's black surface glowering back. With his back to the door, he pushed it violently in, and charged into the temple.
"Where are you!" commanded Virdel, pushing several panicked Priests out of the way. "Show yourselves you blasted men, or are you frightend of one lone Elf!" It was at this point he recognized his folly. He turned a corner in the building, and peared down the hall. His eyes didn't meet with a man of the Black Helm, but a Mage with trans-cendant coloured robes. A powerful mage indeed, one who knew what he was doing. Virdel knew instantly who this man was. Having heard all the stories of the valiant Magi who saved the city. Even with Virdel's extensive skills with the scimitars, he was no match for him. He backed slowly, feeling even more dread when an icy cold form materialized behind him, and sending a mental shockwave into his mind, causing him to pass out. Virdel had just met Void....
@Magus: It was the only way I could think of getting myself in with you guys. Keep in mind, virdel will be pretty angry when waking, and probably fight. Well, it's late, I'm tired, and my writing sucks right now. I'll post tommorrow.
@Aegis: Lol. Nice post. Void is feeling friendly today, isn't he? One minor problem: the heat of the sun would pretty much make tracking footprints on the ground impossible (the sun would heat up the ground everywhere). That would only work during a cold night, or in the Underdark, of course. It MIGHT work in the shadows. But it doesn't really matter. Just thought I'd point that out, and perhaps see if you know something I don't about drow infravision.
One minor problem: the heat of the sun would pretty much make tracking footprints on the ground impossible (the sun would heat up the ground everywhere). That would only work during a cold night, or in the Underdark, of course. It MIGHT work in the shadows. But it doesn't really matter. Just thought I'd point that out, and perhaps see if you know something I don't about drow infravision.Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
@Magus: I know I got it and you don't! Actually, it takes a lot of heat to warm the ground, so on average, the ground is only about twenty above zero (Or whatever the average heat of the area is) And people, especially those that are warmblooded, give off a lot of heat (through their feet and heads) and the temperature of the average person is about 70 above zero. all Celcius of course. so, because I came by shortly after you entered the temple, the sun would do little to mask the path. If I had come at noon, I wouldn't have found the path. Anyway, there's my explanation. I hope I wasn't too tired that turned out like gibberish...
Actually, it takes a lot of heat to warm the ground, so on average, the ground is only about twenty above zero (Or whatever the average heat of the area is) And people, especially those that are warmblooded, give off a lot of heat (through their feet and heads) and the temperature of the average person is about 70 above zero. all Celcius of course. so, because I came by shortly after you entered the temple, the sun would do little to mask the path. If I had come at noon, I wouldn't have found the path. Anyway, there's my explanation. I hope I wasn't too tired that turned out like gibberish...Xandax had to lie down for a while again, Thryn placed him on a couch like piece of furniture – Faisal was still talking to the head priest, it had seemed that his stranger was a trained cleric, but was hadn’t choosed or been chosen by a deity.
The suddenly there was somebody at the door.
“Magus, milord, the young lad within was gravely injured. When the priest finishes he’ll need his rest”
“Magus – hmm, magic” Xandax thought – he’d not heard of any Magus, but he must be well known, and well respected, in this area Xandax reasoned out of the tone of voice that the priest talking to him used.
Entering the room was the mage that had teleported into the Copper Coronet, causing the distraction that made escape possible. Instinctly Xandax tried to get up and reached for his sword. He didn’t make it and collapsed back onto the couch. Furthermore he had been so foolish to place some distance between himself and his sword and shield that lay in the other end of the room.
“Well, young warrior, looks like the day hasn’t been kind to you” the mage said.
There was something in his voice, something peaceful – Xandax relaxed a bit – and noticed that his amulet didn’t glow eerie as he had grown accustomed to it during when he was in danger.
”Things just keep getting weirder and weirder” Xandax thought – “what is it with this town”
Xandax sighed.
“But what was this? 2 red eyes floating in the air?” Xandax toughed and looked at his amulet “Don’t fail me now” It was still not glowing.
Xandax didn’t have any more time to think when suddenly a commotion was occurring in the temple – a dark skinned person was turning a corner shouting. It was the drow from earlier wielding his weapons.
”Hmm – 2 scimitars” Xandax thought, he had heard of a drow ranger using these weapons, but that couldn’t be him.
The drow noticed the mage and started to back up, he was either afraid of, or awed by the mage. Suddenly Xandax saw the 2 red eyes again as they materialized into some kind of creature behind the drow. The drow collapsed as hit by an unseen force.
Xandax could not still make sense of this spectacle – all he knew was, trusting his amulet, he was in no immediately danger - or if his amulet failed him that he would die soon.
Who were this mage – and this creature?
{OOC: @Magus - I had suspected something with the name - yes like Sarevok vs. Koveras }
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The suddenly there was somebody at the door.
“Magus, milord, the young lad within was gravely injured. When the priest finishes he’ll need his rest”
“Magus – hmm, magic” Xandax thought – he’d not heard of any Magus, but he must be well known, and well respected, in this area Xandax reasoned out of the tone of voice that the priest talking to him used.
Entering the room was the mage that had teleported into the Copper Coronet, causing the distraction that made escape possible. Instinctly Xandax tried to get up and reached for his sword. He didn’t make it and collapsed back onto the couch. Furthermore he had been so foolish to place some distance between himself and his sword and shield that lay in the other end of the room.
“Well, young warrior, looks like the day hasn’t been kind to you” the mage said.
There was something in his voice, something peaceful – Xandax relaxed a bit – and noticed that his amulet didn’t glow eerie as he had grown accustomed to it during when he was in danger.
”Things just keep getting weirder and weirder” Xandax thought – “what is it with this town”
Xandax sighed.
“But what was this? 2 red eyes floating in the air?” Xandax toughed and looked at his amulet “Don’t fail me now” It was still not glowing.
Xandax didn’t have any more time to think when suddenly a commotion was occurring in the temple – a dark skinned person was turning a corner shouting. It was the drow from earlier wielding his weapons.
”Hmm – 2 scimitars” Xandax thought, he had heard of a drow ranger using these weapons, but that couldn’t be him.
The drow noticed the mage and started to back up, he was either afraid of, or awed by the mage. Suddenly Xandax saw the 2 red eyes again as they materialized into some kind of creature behind the drow. The drow collapsed as hit by an unseen force.
Xandax could not still make sense of this spectacle – all he knew was, trusting his amulet, he was in no immediately danger - or if his amulet failed him that he would die soon.
Who were this mage – and this creature?
{OOC: @Magus - I had suspected something with the name - yes
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OOC {Dang that was supposed to be spamming is allowed and reading is unimportant. And i don't mind. ribald? well it just came to my mind. I know it is used often. Don't remember where that is from. Please tell me.}
Getting the location of his friend Xandax and new companion Thyrn, Faisal heads in to the room from a side door.
To find a mage, what appears to be a dead drow at the mages feet, 2 floating red eyes on top of mage.
Xandax on the couch seperated from his weapons and Thyrn sitting on the chair next to the couch.
Faisal thinks: *Hades not again.*
Still armed, faisal draws his sword and steps in betweeen Xandax, Thyrn and the mage.
Faisal: NOW what do you want????
OOC {All present and accounted for! }
And i don't mind. ribald? well it just came to my mind. I know it is used often. Don't remember where that is from. Please tell me.}Getting the location of his friend Xandax and new companion Thyrn, Faisal heads in to the room from a side door.
To find a mage, what appears to be a dead drow at the mages feet, 2 floating red eyes on top of mage.
Xandax on the couch seperated from his weapons and Thyrn sitting on the chair next to the couch.
Faisal thinks: *Hades not again.*
Still armed, faisal draws his sword and steps in betweeen Xandax, Thyrn and the mage.
Faisal: NOW what do you want????
OOC {All present and accounted for!
}For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill