conversations: human
conversations:  The adventurers meet at the local monastery. It lies in a small town beyond the Kingdom of Cyan. It is a small town made of mostly hunters and fishermen the monastery being the largest and most extravagant building. They are greeted by the robed monks who lead them to a round table. Already at the table is Fey'ri Cormanthor, The High Priest and Arch Druid of the Monastery. As you all sit he speaks.
  
   "As you all know an army of  seawolves  are gathering against Cyan. It is the belief of this brotherhood that only a Demi-God who was recently slain can save Cyan. You all will be given the task to help us, by acquiring needed artifacts. You all will be paid well and you will receive the blessing of our matron when it is complete." 
conversations: Ra_Va:
conversations: human
conversations:  The Black-cloaked man grew bored of waiting around and was busy flipping his lucky coin. He was sitting in a darkened corner of the room practicing what he did best. From time to time he would catch someone in the room staring at him, at which point he did his best to glower at them in a mysterious and intimidating manner. Of course he had nothing against these people, but one must keep up appearances and keep one's skills sharp.
  Upon the beginning of the speech the man swiped his coin abruptly from its usual trajectory and clenched it in his fist. The man leaned forward slightly, just enough that the ligh managed to show a man wrapped in a black shawl that blocked all of his features but his hands. What wasn't obscured by the shawl looked rather ragged; no sleeves, worn and dirty pants, dangling pouches from a worn old belt. The most curious feature of the figure, however, were the rusted iron manacle cuffs that were around his wrists. The cuffs were locked tight but seperate from one another, as if he had broken the shackles long ago but never been able to remove them.
  He listened to the simple and straight-forward proposition the priest had for everyone there. He liked that priest; the priest didn't back away from an intimidating stare...
  After the priest had finished speaking Black-cloaked man sat and waited. He never spoke first in such situations, it ruins the mystique he worked hard to maintain. Better to sit and look like you have something important to say than to actually say anything...
conversations: Tharione:
conversations: human
conversations:  Resting quietly on one of the chairs, an elf of some sort sat in a fetal pose, arms wrapped arround her legs as she listened to the archdruid's request.  Her eyes, hidden under strands of dark, blue-tinted strands of hair, darted 'round the room at those preasent, quickly turning away as one glared back.
  With a clearly hesitant manner, Rasmind raised her hand as if asking permission to interupt, looking up from the ground and waiting a moment before inquiring, "Where are the artifacts you'd need, and how many are there?"   
conversations: Feralventas:
conversations: human
conversations:  Poised on the edge of his chair is another figure in an obscuring dark cloak. Around the edges of his dark gray cloak are trimmings of dark red runes. Peering from beneath the hood are icy blue eyes which seem to pierce through the heavy ambiance of the room in a fixed stare upon the Arch Druid. The pale man's features remain stoic through out the Arch Druid's request, save for an arched eyebrow.
  
  He listens intently to Rasmind's request and, in the pause before the Arch Druid can answer her query adds his own:
   "And, for that matter, who is this god?" 
conversations: goken04:
conversations: human
conversations:  "The name of the god does not not matter as long as he saves your asses from the seawolves and you are paid. The artifacts I mentioned are all around the surrounding area protected by beast and traps which is why there is a group of you. Your first mission is to find the green gem of Queen Neag which was stolen by the Small gnoll settlement east of here. Should be an easy one, The Gnolls are large in number but relatively weak.  [Level 2 compared to all your level 4]  there are horses tied up by the local smith many are there but i personally subject only taking the black ones. As you leave you will also receive 3,000 Gold pieces as gift." 
conversations: Ra_Va:
conversations: human
conversations:  The black-cloaked man rises from his seat, eager to get the show on the road. He cared not for what needed to be done, he simply cared that it paid incredibly well.
  
  He spoke, for the first time anyone in this room had heard, in a raspy voice like the wind through the boughs of a willow.
  
   "So shall i go, so let it be." 
conversations: Tharione:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Indeed. Let us begin."  The robed man stands from his seat and prepares to leave with the others. He carries in his arm a large red tome. Overtop his robes he wears an ornate black breastplate. On his back is slung a large leather backpack seemingly filled to the brim.
  
   "Perhaps we should begin with introductions. My name is Voraxius, renowned Archivist of the Deep Imaskari. I've come a long way in search of ancient divine secrets and hope this quest of our's will prove itself worthy of my time." 
conversations: goken04:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I have been called many things, few of them pleasant. My preferred one was Vayne. I have many reasons for being where i am and doing what i do. The magic that runs through my veins is a great tool to have. I forsee success and predict failure, let us hope i am right." 
  
  The black-cloaked man's speech patterns are odd, unnerving, and almost poetic.
conversations: Tharione:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lanith had yet to speak, he was too busy trying to take in everything around him. This town reminded him of home, he didn't know what seawolves were but presumed they were very dangerous. The invitation for introductions gave him a chance to speak.   I'm Lanith, a meldshaper, I came here because of the fate Ehlonna gave me. Erm... That's about it with me.  
  lanith smiled as he said the last sentance his clothes of brown and green standing out amongst the black cloaked figures in the room.
conversations: Octopus Jack:
conversations: human
conversations:  Nodding to each of the responses in turn, the reticent elf waited a moment before speaking up herself. "Rasmind Stormthistle.  D-druidic adept," she stuttered before turning back to their appearent employer. "I'll be going along as well.  Let the folks at the infirmery know I won't be 'round for a while?" Her humble request seeming in kind with her appearent concern. 
conversations: Feralventas:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Then let us away, time spent standing is time lost." 
  
  The strange fellow proceeds in the direction he thinks is the direction in which he must go to complete the task set before him
conversations: Tharione:
conversations: human
conversations:  Voraxius follows Vayne's lead. 
conversations: goken04:
conversations: human
conversations:  After they went to collect their 'gifts', the druid remained silent for the most part as they made their way out of the monastery, Rasmind sighed as they passed the threshold and glanced further along their path.  "Our destination isn't far, but we may not get the chance to prepare much beside ourselves after we've started.  If you've anything you need before we depart, best get it now.  I'll be waiting at the smithy when you're ready." 
conversations: Feralventas: