[Lost Legion] Main Game Thread
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				Title: <strong>[Lost Legion] Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 00:26:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Lost Legion of Ribenheim</strong></span></span><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Attempt1Final.jpg)</div><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Town of Tetrarch</span> - Day 1</strong><br><br><br><em>Conner O'Fearghail</em><br><br>Conner had finally arrived. To say that he was disappointed would be an understatement. He had always pictured Tetrarch to be a huge town - fit for a Legion - with large walls and a realm of wealth gathered from the Wilds of the North. But what lay before him could only at best be called average though it was only a short step up from a backwater town he had visited in the marshes of Brytenwalda. To be fair, he was standing on the brink of civilization, at the far reaches of the known world. The forests and mountains that lay before him had never been traversed and what lay on the other side was still unknown to man - or at least civilized man. <br><br>The town, from the bend in the road from which he was viewing it, was very dark and gray looking. The Keep rose above it on the far side, overlooking the ferry he knew to be there. It was the only way in all the Kingdom to get across the Great White River that roared across the north. The same ferry his father had crossed with the Legion all those years ago. He had never returned. And now it was Conners turn to cross that ferry and find him. <br><br>Conner nudged his horse onwards and made his way along the dirt rode towards the town. A few outlying farms and homesteads dotted the side of the road, the newer ones spreading further and further away from the safety of Tetrarchs walls. The area had not seen battle or invasion in countless years and the threat from Wildmen and bandits had drastically dwindled as Tetrarch had grown. The caravans - what few they were - that journeyed the road were&nbsp; large and well protected by armed guards. <br><br>His armor and sword would suggest he was a man of moderate wealth. A well off mercenary, by first glance. And that was all he warranted as he passed through the gates and into the town of Tetrarch. It certainly helped that he had spent considerable time as a mercenary and his once shiny armor was worn and&nbsp; battered. His time as a mercenary had also honed his senses. As soon as he passed through the gates, he immediately took note of the number of guards, their armor and weapons, and possible exits and alleyways around the gate. <br><br>He immediately began looking for an inn. There were only two to choose from so he took the first he came across. Conner stabled his horse and gathered his belongings before heading into the Inn. The White Froth Inn, as it was called, was moderately busy as lunch time rolled around. Conner could certainly use a drink and a room for the night could be useful. He made sure his shield was covered up by the sheepskin he had wrapped around it - people didn't always take kindly to his family crest when it was revealed. The O'Fearghail name had become synonymous with bad omens ever since his father had led the Lost Legion to its doom.<br><br>Being the afternoon, the White Froth Inn was bustling with activity. The smells and sounds assaulted his nose and he felt right at home. He smiled softly and moved to an empty table, quickly catching the attention of a tavern Wench he brought him a mug of ale. <br><br>"I haven't seen ye here before, new to town?" The girl says, bending over as she set its down on the table to offer him a generous glimpse of her cleavage that was almost spilling out her top.<br><br>"Aye. Just arrived." Conner responds with practiced ease. But he was nervous, edgy, and while he normally would jump at the chance to have such a girl warm his bed for the night, his mind was a little occupied. "Heading North, so this a stop." He offers her a small smile.<br><br>"North?" She responds, straightening with a chuckle. "Well, this is as far North as one can go, silly boy!"<br><br>He glared up at her. "No, its not. I follow the Legion." He responds with a little edge to his voice. He had been called a 'boy' before but that had been years ago. He was certainly no boy anymore. <br><br>Her face changed with his abrupt tone but then lightened "The Legion?" She responds. "The Lost Legion? Its a shame that another soul will be lost to the wilds." He responds, clucking her tongue, her demeanor softening. "I'd try and talk sense into you but its never worked before. But if you want one good last night, I'll only charge ye half the price since it'll be yer last one." She finishes, batting her eye lashes before twirling away, sauntering her hips side to side as she moved. It wasn't long before her attentions were focused on her next customer. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Lost Legion] Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nessy</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 00:26:23</strong>
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				<em>Elisa Moon</em><br><br>Elisa traveled the road least traveled, or at least that was how the saying went. What she actually did was keep moving. Staying in a location too long would allow others to get to know her, and she was not comfortable with that. It didn’t help that she essentially had no place of origin and had spent her youth, but not her childhood, traveling with gypsies who were not often well received or even allowed in towns. At the moment, she didn’t have a horse, having only afforded an old animal a few months ago which she promptly lost.&nbsp; Traveling on foot was preferable, for now. A mount could not be stolen if it was not possessed in the first place. Everything she had or needed was on her person, including her weapons.<br><br>She was sitting at the bar when some out of place looking man entered the tavern. He was out of place because he looked like he might have money and actually be going somewhere. This place, according to the rumors, was not on route to anywhere but the end of a the road sort of destination. Elisa gave him a glance, easily overhearing some conversation about going North. North was where the wilds were, although in her experience, the wilds often meant little more or less than a location some lord had not claimed as their right to tax yet, an expanse of land beyond the immediate repercussions of the civilized world. From the way the bar wench was throwing herself at him and talking, this particular destination of his sounded dangerous having claimed lives before.<br><br>Out curiosity, and because her drink, just cider really, was almost empty she spoke to him. “Following dead often leads to the same fate, or so the old women would say at night when everyone is trying not to be afraid of the dark.&nbsp; Don’t drink the ale; I’ve seen them water that down. The mead looks well enough for what it is.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Lost Legion] Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 02:08:25</strong>
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				<em>Shadow</em><br><br>Allanon flitted through the shadows, whisper quiet. Ever since he had come to this place he very rarely showed his face during the day. His target tonight was a well off mercenary looking type. Just wondered into town. The newcomer was a very keen observer, having almost caught Allanon in a spot of least shadow. No matter, the only mission tonight is reconnaissance. Is this another adventurer in search of glory, or someone with a purpose?<br><br>He slipped around the corner of the other tavern and watched the man disappear into the brighter of the two inns. He counted to seven, then made his own way to the door. He slipped into the smoke, noise, and heat. Slinking along the wall while watching one of the more brave maids ending her... conversation with the man. Not soon had she disappeared from view, when he himself came under the very same scrutiny. "Sorry, my lady, but tonight is a night I would best be left to drink and not women." One look from him and she was ready to agree.<br><br>A glance back confirmed the mark was still seated and had now been called out by another woman, although this one seemed to be made of some of the same sinew as himself. Trouble. Allanon slithered along the wall before seating himself close, but still slightly out of the way. Maybe he could glean some intelligence from loose pieces of talk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Lost Legion] Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phantasmatical</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 06:19:16</strong>
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				<em>Mirramar</em><br><br>"That's another eight! Hagan, I believe that's three drinks you owe me! I hate to have a debt, so let's say that one goes to Japheth, and I'll claim one of the remaining two now. Another hand?"<br><br>The voice, preceded by a single frustrated slap of Hagan's meaty hand on the table, belonged to a smiling, bearded man wearing a pale blue headscarf. Mirramar already had one empty mug before him, previously filled with ale, and had half a place of bread and cheese yet to eat - won from a previous game. It was their own fault really. He had warned them that this game was his favorite, but they'd insisted on playing nonetheless. Or rather, a cocky young local man named Matthias had insisted on playing, and everyone had gone along with him. Mirramar was not far and away the best player here, but he was shrewd in the way he played.<br><br>Not a single one of them had enough coin to gamble, not in earnest, anyway. So instead they bartered. Mirramar had lost a handful of tiny spiral shells to Matthias, but in the end the young man had repaid him with a meal and three drinks so far. The ale was a bit watery, but then, Mirramar could seldom afford a drink at an inn that didn't water down their ale. Anyway he preferred places like this. He wasn't apt to get stares for trying to start up a game of cards like this - and he certainly wouldn't have been able to win over a group by parting them with their pocket change. Working men were much less apt to get angry over losing what little they had than were the richer folk. It was paradoxical, but there it was. Now though, it was time to see if he could earn a bed for the night.<br><br>"Now, which of you is wily enough to make a bet with me?" He asked, looking among the three other men currently seated at the table. Others were watching, but these men had been in the game the longest. "Caleb, surely you will." The young man, no older than fifteen and red about the face with ale he had not yet developed a tolerance for, smiled. "What d'you bet, Mir?" he asked, leaning forward onto the table. Mirramar slid his mug of ale to the center of the table, waiting until Hagan had grudgingly called for it to be refilled. Then he reached up, untying the scarf wrapped about his head, and laid it over top of the now-full glass. "I wager the price of a night's stay here. Not a room; just a spot by the hearth." It was cheap accommodations, and Caleb nodded slowly. Mir had chosen well; Caleb lived on a farm nearly a mile outside the town, and a spot by the hearth would be welcome rather than having to walk home in the dark. "This is my wager. I'll bet you that I can drain this mug of ale without ever touching the scarf - and furthermore I'll bet you can't." Caleb snorted. "Of course I can't. Y'can't get to it if it's under the scarf!" Mir shrugged, but said nothing. Caleb stared at him, and Mir could see the curiosity in his eyes. "A'right. This I got to see. Do it." Mir smiled. "Do you want to try?" Caleb shook his head. "S'not possible."<br><br>Mir grinned, raised both hands slightly, and slid under the table. Scrabbling noises echoed from underneath, followed by quiet slurping sounds, and after a few seconds he reemerged wiping his lips on a sleeve. "Well, pick it up!" he called, gesturing toward the scarf. Looking confused, Caleb picked up the scarf, revealing the still-full mug of ale - which Mirramar promptly picked up and began to drink, draining the mug in a matter of seconds. When he slammed it down on the table again, it was with a triumphant expression. "I never touched the scarf!" he called out. Caleb just stared at the mug, seeming momentarily dumbfounded, then burst out laughing along with all the others. Mir laughed as well, slapping him good-naturedly on the back. "Hagan, give Caleb my remaining drink. It's the least I can do, as this young lad has just given me a warm place to sleep for the night."<br><br>With that won, he begged out of the game for the time being. He gave his spot to another, moving to sit backward on a different chair, plate of bread and cheese in one hand and his scarf once again tied about his head. He liked this town, really. There were good people here, though it had thus far been hard for him to get much work. He chewed a piece of the only-slightly-stale bread, glancing briefly toward the door as it opened, admitting a young man in armor. He wasn't the only one watching; most people in the inn were locals at present; tradesmen who felt no need to go about with weapons. But Mir wasn't looking at that. He had his eyes on the lad's face - though he looked away after a brief moment. He knew the boy, though he'd all but forgotten the dream until just now. He was too far away to hear any conversation the boy might be having, but it wasn't too important.<br><br>Not long after him, another man came in, this one turning to slink along the wall in a decidedly questionable fashion. Mir watched him for a moment, expression curious, but then looked away, his attention drawn back to the game at hand once again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Lost Legion] Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 03:43:44</strong>
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				<em>Conner O'Fearghail</em><br><br>Conner looked up when the girl approached his table and spoke up. She had apparently been eavesdropping on his conversation. She had also apparently been paying attention to his order of choice. She was young - certainly younger then the tavern wench - but beyond that he couldn't really tell anything about her. Well, other then the fact that she probably had some secrets. People didn't come to Tetrarch unless they had to. Which meant she'd probably killed some one, stolen something, or a whole number of other crimes. He'd have to be wary in here, he realized. This town was like no other.<br><br>The movement of a man dressed in black distracted him momentarily. Clearly a man with something to hide, though slithering along the wall in a tavern would draw notice easily to ones self. Conner quickly pushed the man out of mind and turned back to the girl.<br><br>"Watered ale is not a bad thing when you plan on drinking a lot of it and don't want to deal with its consequences in the morning." He responds, sitting back in the booth. "And I am no stranger to death."
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				Post by: <strong>Nessy</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 08:12:34</strong>
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				Elisa smirked briefly. "Well I suppose if you wanted to buy ale and water it down, that would be your choice. If you are purchasing ale, I would think most men, maybe even women, would at least expect to get what they paid for. As for being a stranger to death, well unless you are a ghost, and judging from the reactions of others, you are not a ghost, then I would say you are stranger enough to him for me." She finished her cider. He seemed momentarily distracted by something though she was not exactly sure what. It had been at least a full year since she stopped looking over her shoulder so such discretion, though not exactly left unnoticed by her, were not frequently searched for. "Why would you seek the legion? You seem young enough and with enough coin to your name to actually have a future of some kind? There have been many songs and tales told about those men, and none of them end well, some with jest, others with anger but mostly there are ballads of sorrow, sorrow by those they left behind."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Lost Legion] Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 04:39:52</strong>
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				*Allanon, sipping on a drink that somehow became his, listens to the conversation intently, waiting for his moment to enter in with some kind of offer of partnership. His less than stealthy entrance should have brought a slight amount of attention to himself. Enough to turn any other attention away as he lightened a couple of purses along the way. The money would sweeten the deal with a promise of more if needed. Allanon knows that not only the patrons watch him tonight, so he won't be able to wait long. Still some information before the initiation of the plan is always nice.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Lost Legion] Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 13:50:11</strong>
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				Her question was prying, very prying. How best to answer? Taking a swig of the watered-down ale allowed him a few moments respite to collect his words for an answer. He would have to tell her the truth though he could omit mentioning details. "I seek my Father, who served with the Legion. He took with him the Families Sword that has been passed down from Generation to Generation. By right, it is mine to inherit upon his passing. If he is not alive then it is my duty to reclaim this Sword and bring it home to the Family he left behind. I would also like to discover once and for all what happened to the Legion, given its effect on my life as a child."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Lost Legion] Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nessy</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 05:18:26</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=115720.msg5104820#msg5104820">Quote from: MagicalPen on 23-08-2011, 13:50:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Her question was prying, very prying. How best to answer? Taking a swig of the watered-down ale allowed him a few moments respite to collect his words for an answer. He would have to tell her the truth though he could omit mentioning details. "I seek my Father, who served with the Legion. He took with him the Families Sword that has been passed down from Generation to Generation. By right, it is mine to inherit upon his passing. If he is not alive then it is my duty to reclaim this Sword and bring it home to the Family he left behind. I would also like to discover once and for all what happened to the Legion, given its effect on my life as a child."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Ive seen and held a lot of swords over the year. There aren't too many men who would die for one." It was more than the sword. She realized that of course even if such honor was something as foreign to her as a fine silk dress. "There is no telling what is in that forest. A lone man will never make it far. Even the most skill warrior will fall too clever and greedy bandits." Show her a bandi, and she knew he would be greedy but she stated the trait just the same. "Mysteries, now those can be interesting.&nbsp; The best songs and dances and music are created from the unknown, or at least the perception of lacking knowledge." She finished her drink and turned to him. "Your father have name?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Lost Legion] Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 01:59:15</strong>
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				Conner was starting to feel a little uncomfortable around this girl. Her questions were starting to press a little too deeply for him to be comfortable with. His jaw locked at the mention of what his family name was. He had learned over the years to hide it. People still used it and the 13th as a form of curse, spitting on the ground at its mention. He wasn't about to reveal so much here to this unknown, in this tavern full of eavesdroppers.<br><br>"You would not understand the bond between father and first born son, nor the significance of reclaiming a families sword that has been passed down for generations." He responds curtly. "I search for my father and his sword on the morrow, at the firt crack of dawn once the Ferry starts up." He finishes his mug. "I will not be deterred by wives tales of dark mysterious monsters and I have slain my share of bandits not to fear them anymore."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Lost Legion] Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 01:47:44</strong>
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				*Allanon could see the man take some offense and rebuff the woman. At his comment of eaves droppers, he knew the man must be a wary one. Time to make his move. At the mention of the ferry, Allanon slowly stood and walked over to the table. He leaned on the chair that the woman had occupied, paying her no heed.*<br>"If it is the ferry you wait on, I can arrange a quicker departure. I was about to head into the land of the 13th myself. Not much left for a merchant to find here, besides robbery and death. I figure I might find some kind of riches from a Lost Legion, say family heirlooms that such as yourself search for. I'm sure families would pay to have such items recovered."<br>*He smiled and puffed his chest out, playing the haughty part to the best of his ability.*<br>"Of course I would need protection on such a journey and seeing as you yourself are on the way there. I might as well join you. besides, my "influence" in the area might be of immense benefit."<br>*He stood patiently with a smile and waited out a tolerable silence before spreading his hands and showing the coin he had.*<br>"The ferry will leave soon I can assure you, but you must let me know when you wish to leave."
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