Tomb of Annihilation IC
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				Title: <strong>Tomb of Annihilation IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyku</strong> on <strong>08-11-2017, 16:12:59</strong>
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				Tomb of Annihilation<br>DM Note: Prologue<br><br><strong>Welcome to the group.&nbsp; Please everyone award your character 1 Potion of Healing (You regain 2d4 + 2 hit points when you drink this potion.)</strong><br><br>----<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Image of Baldur's Gate</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.redd.it/rnvf7duaynpy.jpg)</div></div><br>---<br><br>The World of Faerun is dying.&nbsp; Seriously... the people of the world are actually dying, explorers included.&nbsp; In a World of Magic, individuals with monetary means can typically pay for methods to resurrect themselves.&nbsp; Priests who have been prayer faithfully to their Gods still seem unable to bring back those lost, their prayers going on deaf ears.&nbsp; This has been something that has actually been striking fear through the populace of the world... and moreso Adventurers.&nbsp; What is worse... those Adventurer's who had once died but had been brought back are beginning to decay slowly as if something is demanding their very soul.<br><br>Representatives of each of your factions have been hired to scour the world for information regarding the source of this Death Curse, as it is being called.&nbsp; You all have been invited to the house of Syndra Silvane, a retired adventurer.&nbsp; A respected adventurer due to all of her past deeds, there is rumors that she is one of many adventurers who is suffering from this Death Curse that is gripping the land.&nbsp; Located within the major city of Baldur's Gate, Syndra's manor is easy to locate due to her fame.&nbsp; She has been publicly seeking brave adventurers as she states she has gained some new intel regarding the location of where the curse is originating and is willing to pay handsomely any group who will take her job for a mission most perilous.<br><br>The invitation is open for those interested with a promise of riches and of fame as well.&nbsp; Your decisions are your own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Annihilation IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>11-11-2017, 12:46:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/669a2592f286a15b87d5a63d5f56c863.jpg)</div><br><strong>Eomaer Lionblade</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1355697)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eomar strode boldly down the streets of Baldur's Gate in sturdy trigger trousers, soft leather boots, and a black lion skin cloak.&nbsp; Shirtless, the claw mark on his sun-bronzed chest was clearly visible, as were the claws that made the scar--hanging around his neck on a leather thong.&nbsp; Not many this far south new how to tell an Uthgar from another barbarian, but someone from the Silver Marches might be surprised that an obvious Uthgar--even from the largely settled Black Lion band--chose to bare a claymore across his back rather than a greataxe.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eomar surprised himself a lot too, truth be told.&nbsp; Though he was passingly anoyed at having to take up such a long quest to earn the aid of Berdusk's powerful wizards in finding his ancestral blade, Eomar was truly delighted to be doing a mission for the Harpers.&nbsp; <em>If someone had told me five years ago--or anyone who knew me--what I was today, or what I was doing, I'd have laughed in their face.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The big barbarian chuckled softly as he made his way up to an estate he'd recieved directions too and adressed the watchman, "Excuse me, neighbor.&nbsp; Is this the house of the shieldmaiden Syndra?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Annihilation IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>16-11-2017, 08:56:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/29/fc/ca/29fccab3d4de05e741759d0483bea652.jpg)</div><strong>Cera Proudmoore</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1356327)<br><br>Cera had travelled far and was relieved when Baldur's Gate finally came into view. She had been there once or twice in her life before, much preferring the quietness of the wilds over the hustle and bustle of the cities. In fact, if it wasn't for the Death Curse, Cera wouldn't have come at all but anything with that name got her attention and as she dug a little deeper to get more information, she was intrigued by the whole thing. She even managed to hunt down a person suffering from it and Cera agreed that something was not normal about him. <br><br>As a thief, she had a healthy dose of greed for the material things but if there was one thing she respected, it was Death. She had heard tales of resurrections and interventions but to her, whatever was dead, it should stay dead. The arogance of some people to defy death and cheat it was beyond her so those people suffering from it, had it coming. It was their own greed that got them into the situation they were in now and no matter how hard she tried, Cera couldn't bring herself to feel sympathy for them. <br><br>What she could feel sympathy for was the handsome reward offered by this Syndra Silvane.<br><br>Once at the city gates, she took the cloak off her shoulders and tied it around her waste. With the cloak off, everybody could see her well toned stomach and tanned bare arms. As she made her way through the city, she got the looks and had to control herself not to flirt with men while robbing them off their prized belongings. Maybe on the way out, when there would be less risk. Get caught now and she'd miss the reward for this expedition.<br><br>Her shortbow was strapped around her back and the cloak was hiding the rapier on her left hip. As she passed a commercial stall manned by two handsome looking young men, Cera raised her arms, fiddled with the tie of her high ponytail and in the process showing off her abs and smiling flirtatious at the two men. <br><br>It never ceased to amaze her how quickly people in the city got distracted. She was sure that if she wanted, she could come out of here twice as rich as she was now. But alas, such was not her goal today. She was careful who to ask directions to. Not the young males but the elder ladies. They would forget about her a lot quicker than the men and in case things went south, Cera preferred to never have been in Baldur's Gate.<br><br>Eventually she found the manor and approached the gate and the guard. <br><br>"Hello. I'm here to stop your owner from decaying. Mind letting me in?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Annihilation IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyku</strong> on <strong>16-11-2017, 13:49:56</strong>
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				The guard would bring his attention to look between the two adventurers and their timing seems perfect enough. He would give them a bit of a nod to acknowledge their presence before moving towards the manor door before walking over to the door and opening it for them.<br><br>"Lady Silvane would love to meet you both. Thank you for taking your time to come and meet with her. Let me lead you to her so that I can announce your arrival. May I have your names?"<br><br>The guard would give a genuinely friendly smile, showing that he must not be a city guard because many of them we're not paid well enough to want to smile that naturally. With the door open, he would walk in and wait for them to enter.<br><br>The Manor was fairly well furnished. The front room it varies tapestries hanging along with a few things on display behind enclosed glass. With various trinkets to be seen, it was quite apparent that the lady of the manor was well-to-do.<br><br>Inside the manor, they can see a few guards walking on patrol and as he would lead them into the manor, one of the guards would come and replace him on watch outside. He would leave them towards a staircase and walk up it as he intended for them to follow and taking the first door on the left he would open it so that they could enter first before he would speak, announcing their arrival.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Annihilation IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>22-11-2017, 06:01:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/669a2592f286a15b87d5a63d5f56c863.jpg)</div><br><strong>Eomaer Lionblade</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1355697)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The burly barbarian glanced to the side and a little ways down at the raven haired girl who joined them.&nbsp; His eyes made a slow wander lower, admiring her sleek form and tight little waist.&nbsp; Returning to the girl's eyes, the barbarian flashed her a smile.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Addressed by the house guard, the barbarian replied, "Of course.&nbsp; My name is Eomar Lionsblade.&nbsp; Please lead the way, my good man."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Annihilation IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>01-12-2017, 18:19:18</strong>
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				<strong>Cera Proudmoore</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1356327)<br><br>A barbarian and a thief. This woman surely must have been desperate when she called for her heroes. Or maybe it was a stroke of genius. If she wanted to get something done, go for the least nonsense people in the world and one would end up with barbarians and thieves. <br><br>The man asked for her name and Cera was quick enough to answer. <br><br>"Maya... Maya Dunsfold."<br><br>She had no intentions of giving out her real name and used a name she often used if she wasn't sure if giving out her real name was a safe idea. Cera made a little bow and followed the two men up the stairs, through the house and into the room. On her little tour of the house, Cera had been paying attention to all the details, valuables and ways out and in. The manor definitely showed some weaknesses but what it lacked in one department, it made up with the guards. They obviously knew what they were doing as there was never a blind or even dark spot in their patrols. It was a pity but maybe the reward was good enough for this quest. <br><br>When they entered the room, Cera again looked around first before watching at their host. Old habits die hard. Then, after being introduced by the guard, she introduced herself again.
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