Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness
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				Title: <strong>Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 06:02:39</strong>
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				Throughout the last week each one of you have been approached by a messenger of the royal army. Each one dressed in armor and armed with the ceremonial swords that the Dancra military carries and each one handing you a crest and a note before going on his way. In this note you recognize the signed name as Galdwin, the highest ranking military official in the kingdom and it reads as follows.<br><br><em>Hello, <br><br>I have heard of your exploits around our kingdom and a situation has come to my attention that could use your expertise as well as the expertise of others whom you will later meet. I request that you join me at the Green Griffon Inn to discuss this business. If you present this crest to the owner and give him your name you will be shown to a room and enjoy whatever manner of refreshments that the innkeeper may supply till all of my guests and myself arrive. <br><br>Sincerly, <br>Galdwin Argenei the 8th</em><br><br>The Green Griffon inn is a wealthy inn located in the Merchant district of Dancra's Capital city, Selpheron. It caters to mostly nobles, military officers, and city officials but the owner takes in all manner of patrons no matter what their status in the city is. Inside the inn one finds all manner of tables with comfortable, cushioned chairs and couches positioned so that each table has some manner of privacy to it but there is also a live band playing orchestral instruments that give a peaceful feel to the establishment. <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bayushi</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 00:36:49</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Nialyssa.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Nialyssa</strong></span></span><br><hr>Lyssa read over the parchment once more, and shrugged. This seemed to be the place, the Green Griffon.<br><br>The short little figure was decked out in a long white robe cinched at the waist by a white leather belt, mostly obscured by the long white cloak that hid her frame and face both, a hood shadowing the impish smile on her cute little face.<br><br>Stepping inside, the gleaming white robe seeming to dazzle in the taproom's dim interior, Lyssa glanced about her, looking for whomever she was here to meet. She reached up and drew her hood back; and thankfully, this time, her hair stayed back and down as she preferred it. Growing her hair out had been the best idea she'd had since deciding to join the Goddess' clergy.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 09:50:30</strong>
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				Not long after, a tall figure swathed in sable traveler's clothes swoops into the inn. His presence is forbidding; the belts of pouches about his waist and his manner mark him as a mage, or at least as a charlatan pretending to be one.<br><br>He keeps his cloak's cowl raised high to conceal his visage as he scans the room, taking note of the odd, pristine-robed gnome girl in particular, but speaking to no one as he makes his way across the room to present the barkeep-- presumably the owner, and, if not him, to retrieve the owner instead-- with the crest he was given. Perhaps he is in a hurry. Perhaps he is curious about the assignment. Perhaps he does not care for the music, or for the company, or even both. Whatever the reason, though, the man wastes no time.
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 18:06:51</strong>
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				The man that comes after is just as tall with Platinum blue hair, and a blue cape. He's wearing chainmail armor and sports a few pouches as well. His piercing green e4yes scan the room as he knocks the dust off his boots and walks over to an unocupied table in the back. He pulls out the letter and rereads it for a few minutes before he stands and goes to find the innkeeper as well.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 00:57:53</strong>
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				Over by the bar there was a large painting hanging up. The picture showed a dwarf with deep brown hair, a short beard, and a full head of hair dressed in the finest suit one might ever see. Below the painting there is a small plaque titled "Grog Hammerhome, founder and owner." <br><br>The same man, or at least the spitting image of the man in the painting, was on the floor. Dressed in a fine green tunic, brown trousers, and black polished boots. He was carrying drinks and food, conversing with patrons, and delivering a personal touch to each person
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				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 01:14:17</strong>
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				The cloaked mage waits for the dwarf to finish emptying the trays he currently carries before approaching him.<br><br>"Excuse me, Master Hammerhome. I was given a missive not long ago, and told to show you this crest. I trust you have a better understanding of the situation than I."<br><br>Reaching into his cloak, he produces the letter, and the crest for the owner's inspection.
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 06:04:45</strong>
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				Walking in comes well, a human woman fairly non-descript in leather armor and explorers clothes with a instrument case comes in pullling down her head.<br><br>"Galdwin Argenei the 8th said you would take care of me in this letter so who here is taking care of this business, I'm Miriam by the fine art on the wall I take it this handsome dwarf is the Innmaster.," Miriam courtsies.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 07:02:24</strong>
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				The Man with Platinum blue hair waits till after the others have spoken then silently holds out the same crest as them.
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				Post by: <strong>Bayushi</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 15:51:58</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Nialyssa</strong></span></span></div><hr><br>Nialyssa blinked as suddenly the quiet little Inn got much busier, all with people displaying letters with a seal just like the one she had.<br><br>"Oh... good sir, I seem to have the same letter as they all seem to have," the tiny little priestess perked up, smiling impishly. Drawing out the letter from a pocket hidden inside her cloak, she unrolled it and displayed it for the Innkeeper, "I'm not sure why I'm here, sir, but here I am."</td><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Nialyssa.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 05:33:27</strong>
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				The older dwarf seems surprised at the sudden swamping of patrons that required his assistance. He took a moment to take one of the missives and look over it, taking his time to verify it before looking at each of the other missives in turn. After a moment he nods slowly "Right, right. Give me a few moments to get another waitress on the floor and I'll see to you lot m'self." he said with a bit of pride. <br><br>He gave the missives back to each person before walking over to the bar to talk with his bartender as well as remove the old apron he wore over his suit. Everyone can see the two share some words with each other, and see him point back at the group a few times. After the conversation seemed to be done he came back to the group sweeping his hand low toward the stairs. "If'n ya all come with me Ill take you to the suite that he rented out fer yer meeting." <br><br>He turned and began walking toward the stairs looking back to make sure each one was following him before leading them upstairs and into the furthest room down the hall on the right side. Once there he pulled out an old key ring made of brass and fiddled with a few keys before unlocking the door and opening it for everyone. <br><br>The door opened up into the finest of rooms with an old blue carpet laid out on the floor and with cushioned chairs and couches arranged in a semi circle with a knee oak table in the center. There were other rooms but the doors were closed to each one. "Im afraid that the good sir hasn't arrived yet but he left instructions that I should take care of ya in the meantime. So ya all can make yerselves at home, and if I can get ya anything to sate your hunger or thirst just let me know now and Ill go get it. My Inn's known for being able to sate just about anything a patron could want."
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 06:25:46</strong>
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				The man with the Platinum Blue hair spoke up. "Some wine would be nice, along with some hot Tea and whatever good meal you would suggest." He nods at the dwarf before stepping into the room and heading to a chaie near a window. He turns the chair to face the window and sits down in it.
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				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 07:50:48</strong>
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				"Tea will be sufficient, thank you."<br><br>The mage takes a seat with neither doors nor windows to its back, though he does not seem at ease just yet, despite the cushioned nature of the chair, quietly observing the others called to service.
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				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 16:31:16</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/RacesNClasses_Gallery/112935.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wildfire</strong></span><hr>A tall brunette girl walks into the room, holding a letter herself.&nbsp; "I was told by the barkeep to come up here..." looking around at the other guests.<br><br>As she walked into the room, one can see her clothes are very natural-looking, with lots of leather and drab cloth, her brown hair hangs down free or in braids.<br><br>"It would appear others recieved summons as well," she observed, taking a seat herself.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>Bayushi</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 10:21:23</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Nialyssa.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Nialyssa</strong></span></span><br><hr><br>Nia shrugged at the dwarf, "Some cold water if possible, sir!"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=45590.msg2213252#msg2213252">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 08-09-2009, 16:31:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It would appear others recieved summons as well," she observed, taking a seat herself.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Nialyssa smiled up at the taller woman and chirped up, "Yup! Looks like all these folks and I did. And you too, I guess... come sit here with me," the chirpy little woman patted the empty chair next to hers. The woman looked strong, and she was pretty. Lyssa liked pretty women, but always felt self-conscious when in their presence, given her petite stature.<br><br>She had to be the smallest human around, as she'd never known another adult human to be as small as she.&nbsp; There'd been talk that maybe there was blood of a gnome or dwarf within her, but she knew that her parents had never lain with any others but each other.<br><br>Waiting for the woman to decide on where to sit, Lyssa's chirpy voice perked up again, "Oh, sorry! I'm Nialyssa! What's your name?"</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 18:52:48</strong>
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				<strong>Wildfire</strong><br><br>"Yes, wine and some pastries, please," taking a cushy chair next to the small girl.&nbsp; Sure, as a druid she appreciated cool, clean water, but she lives on that, roast, stew, and wild plants every day.&nbsp; She could still appreciate some luxury while she's here.<br><br>"You can call me Wildfire.&nbsp; Just one of those names you pick up..." she barely explains.&nbsp; "It's a pleasure, Nialyssa," as she sinks into the softness, smiling quietly to herself.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 04:46:36</strong>
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				The owner took a few moments to repeat the orders, putting them fresh in his mind before he turned to leave. "Alright well ya all make yerselves at home and get to know each other since it sounds like you'll be workin together. I'll go get yer orders."<br><br>It would not be till several minutes later that he would return with a large platter in his arms and with one of the serving girls carrying a number of drinks. They each take their time setting things out, presenting pastries, roasted pheasant, and several loafs of warm bread to eat. The girl likewise lays out a variety of drinks including a teapot with several different flavors of tea bags, human wine, water, and finally some dwarven spirits. Once everything is laid out the woman leaves but the owner stays nearby, ready to pour drinks, fill more orders, and offer conversation.<br><br>OOC: Please take as much time as you like to have your characters talk amongst yourselves. Get to know one another, speculate on why you've been called her or where your employer is, whatever you like. I sent a PM to Callie yesterday informing him about the open slot so Ill have to give him a day or two for his character creation process. Unless he tells me he isnt interested
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				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 06:45:05</strong>
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				The mage arches an eyebrow at the "name" the human woman offers, appraising her carefully, perhaps a little distrustfully. Finally, though, he gives them all his name, his voice clear and crisp, however brief he is.<br><br>"Elric Athenis."<br><br>If he cares to say more than that, he makes no indication, instead simply standing and retrieving for himself a cup of tea before returning to his seat, observing the room and its other inhabitants.
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				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 15:39:06</strong>
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				<strong>Wildfire</strong><br><br>"So, what is your name?" nodding to the main in chain while leaning forward to grab a pastry and glass of wine, "And does anyone care to speculate why this Galdwin summoned us?&nbsp; I'm told he's quite the important military official.&nbsp; As far as I'm concerned, well, I'm just a naturalist and woman of the forest."
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				Post by: <strong>Bayushi</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 18:16:59</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Nialyssa</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=45590.msg2225691#msg2225691">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 12-09-2009, 15:39:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And does anyone care to speculate why this Galdwin summoned us?&nbsp; I'm told he's quite the important military official.&nbsp; As far as I'm concerned, well, I'm just a naturalist and woman of the forest."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Nialyssa chirped up in a mock-serious voice, "Buck up, Soldier! You're being drafted!"<br><br>The little priestess punctuated this with a small fit of giggling, before looking up with shining eyes. "Sorry... I couldn't help it. The sisters at the the temple are always so serious, ya know? It's kind of nice being around normal people for once. Especially pretty ones like you, Miss... and you, sir, wooo... never seen such a pretty guy," she said as she turned her eyes to the platinum-haired Paladin. "I'm convinced that the goddess has smiled upon you, sir."<br></td><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Nialyssa.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 18:41:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=45590.msg2225691#msg2225691">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 12-09-2009, 15:39:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Wildfire</strong><br><br>"So, what is your name?" nodding to the main in chain while leaning forward to grab a pastry and glass of wine,</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Andreas, or Whitefire either one is fine." is all the man in chainmail says as he takes a glass of wine and some food and begins to eat quietly..
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				Post by: <strong>indarkestknight</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 19:08:36</strong>
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				"In all likelihood, a military endeavor he cannot send his troops on."<br><br>The mage speaks quietly, pausing as he sips his tea. He keeps his cowl up, for now. No need to bother the little one with his scars.<br><br>"I myself am a mage, and Master Andreas would appear to be a warrior of some kind. Given your name, Mistress Wildfire, and correct me if I am wrong, you, too, know some magic, likely of the pyromantic variety. Mistress Nialyssa, I can only speculate on given what you've said so far, but I might imagine you to be a devotee of a god or goddess. Given the heavy presence of magic users in our group, one might conclude that whatever it is we're being sent to deal with may well be of a magical nature, though, without the Commander here, obviously this is only conjecture."
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				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 04:15:41</strong>
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				<strong>Wildfire</strong><br><br>Wildfire blinked at the small woman for a moment before chuckling at her joke.&nbsp; "Well, thank you Nialyssa.&nbsp; You're a beautiful young woman yourself.&nbsp; And you would be correct about me, Master Athenis.&nbsp; While I may revere all of nature, fire is one particular force that has struck me in particular."<br><br>Pondering a moment, munching on a pastry, "So, a small group of experts sent on a surgical strike?&nbsp; That would make sense...&nbsp; I don't have a keen interest in politics, especially international, but I suppose I can listen."
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 03:46:52</strong>
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				It wasnt long after the festivities began before the door to the room opened again. A large man, just an inch or two taller then six feet with a barrel like chest and broad shoulders entered. He was dressed in ornate armor with a long hooded cloak hanging over his shoulders. At his left hip hung a broad bladed sword with three purple gems set into the cross guard. He was probably fifty years old, if not older with a trimmed black beard and his hair was cut short both with a touch of gray starting to form. <br><br>He took a moment to survey the scene before walking forward and taking a seat at the table. "I am Galdwin Arnegi, and I apologize for being so late." he said as he reached for the spirits laid upon the table earlier. He spoke in a commanding voice yet friendly at the same time. He didn't wait before pouring himself a drink and looking over their faces again. "So, I'm at somewhat of a loss as to how to proceed. I am usually used to going into straight business but I know some people in your lines of work prefer pleasantries. How would you all like to proceed?"
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				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 07:09:25</strong>
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				<strong>Wildfire</strong><br><br>Looking around speculatively, she swallows her food and clears her throat, trying to be more civilized than she's used to.&nbsp; "Well, I believe we can only speculate as to why we were summoned here, and I think we would all like at least the briefest explanation of your business," placing the fruit pastry on a plate before her.
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				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 07:14:33</strong>
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				"Pleasantries are nice, but sometimes getting down to business nessesitates the forgetting of pleasantries." The platinum blue haird man replies from his chair.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 04:48:23</strong>
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				He nodded in response to both of them as he pulled off the brown leather gloves from his hands and set them on the table. His hands had calluses on them and his knuckles were covered with fine gray hairs. Before answering them he drank down about half of the tankard of spirits before setting it to the side, looking at the dwarf and nodding. Without words the owner refilled his tankard before moving to refill the glasses of the others in the room. <br><br>The older man smiled and set his hands on the edge of the table, thinking about how to go over his request. "There's a merchant who I deal with to get supplies for our soldiers and I've not been able to contact him for about two weeks now. Three days ago I visited his home and his wife and little girl informed me that he has not been home since he made a trip up north to the Raker Asylum. Its a place where we send people with mental deficiancies that make it impossible for them to exist in ordinary society. This is not a military affair so I can not send soldiers without good cause, yet Im concerned since he has been gone for so long. What I would like is for you all to travel north to the Asylum, pick up his trail, find him, and then report back to me. Im willing to offer you each a hundred gold pieces upon his return and fifty pieces up front to spend on whatever supplies you might need to get there."
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				Post by: <strong>Bayushi</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 06:59:22</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Nialyssa.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Nialyssa</strong></span></span><br><hr>"An asylum... for people with mental deficiencies?" Nialyssa was appalled. "Don't you at least bring them to the temples first, to see if the gods can help them?"<br><br>"What was he taking up there, sir?" Nialyssa asked. "If it's a secret, well, it might be proper for us to know, since we're going up there to find out what's going on with your man?"<br><br>Nialyssa was worried that something improper was happening up at this Raker Asylum, and that may have caused the merchant's disappearance. Maybe the merchant learned of something he shouldn't have, and was accosted for it?<br><br>A giddy feeling welling up inside her, she had to fight to keep herself quiet now and let the man answer. She loved a good conspiracy, something to help crack and let her use her mind for other than daily mundane tasks. Some told her that she was too much like a crazy gnome conspiracy theorist who lived a day's walk from her temple. They were probably just telling her that because she was short, and because she enjoyed investigating conspiracies. She was no gnome, that was for sure.</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 18:19:30</strong>
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				<strong>Wildfire</strong><br><br>"Hmm, just find this mercant and report back?&nbsp; That sounds pretty simple."<br><br>He could just have a broken wagon, or taking a side-trip, or any other delay.&nbsp; Or killed by bandits.&nbsp; That would also be quite simple to report back on.<br><br>"I'm sure he's a legitimate businessman," and if not, what does it matter to me, "and I'm willing to go up and find him."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 04:57:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Few clerics lack the faith to perform miracles like healing. We always try, but often trying to find someone to work their magic on a ciminal is not enough. It's a regretful practice but a neccessary one if it means keeping hardworking and law abiding citizens safe." He reached over to take his tankard, bringing it up to his lips to take a slow drink, savoring the taste and burn of the spirits for several moments. "What I know is that Oren was taking supplies up to the Asylum which he does once a month. Things like food, casks of ale, lamp oil, and such. He's a supplier for not only our military but many businesses and official positions like the city watch and the asylum. He's been there probably a few dozen times by now and it usually takes him a few days to return but he has never been gone this long. Even with the snow and winds picking up this time of year he should have been back by now. Thus my concern."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 03:59:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After drinking down the rest of the tankard he put a small pouch on the table, a clearly audible jingle of coins sounding as it was set down. "Well it seems all your questions are answered. Consider this your advance, fifty gold pieces to purchase any supplies you might need to get the job done. My best advice for getting there is to take the road that follows the snake river northward into the mountains. It should only be a five day walk. You'll find the asylum only a few hundred yards from the river. When you have completed the job come to my estate within the crown district. If you show the letter of invitation I gave you the local militia and my staff should let you in. One final word of warning though, since its approaching winter most of our lands predetor's are preparing for hibernation but all the same please be careful. "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 05:11:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man with the platinum blue hair and chainmail nods. "I shall investigate certainly. I hope the others are with me in this endavor for many hands make light work."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 02:29:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Wildfire</strong><br><br>"Yes, I believe I can join you on this venture.&nbsp; And while most animals are getting ready for the long slow winter ahead, it is true a few desperate ones could be looking at anything as a potential meal.&nbsp; I shall endeavor to convince them otherwise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 16:49:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The large man nodded slowly before standing and placing a few gems on a plate before nodding at the innkeeper. "Then its settled, I hope to see you all in the near future. I will be returning to my home but if you would like to stay and enjoy the pleasantries Mr. Hammerhome will see to you." <br><br>The rest of the night is filled with good food, fine drinks, and conversation as the Innkeeper see's to your every whim. Keeping each glass filled to the brink and providing conversation that's humorous as well as philosophical. Even when the final hour comes and the patrons begin to leave he gives each one of you a fine room to stay in<br><br>The next day you are set with the task and meet at the city gates in the morning. Snow falls slowly down to the earth, covering the ground in a blanket of pure white and thick white clouds cover the sky. Travelers, trade caravans, and merchants make their way in and out of the gates. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 03:00:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a heavy cloak wrapped around, Wildfire's seems bulkier than before, with a thick hide filling out her form.&nbsp; A wooden shield hangs over her back, and a short spear rests in the crook of her elbow as her gloved hands hold the cloak closed against the air.<br><br>"Mmm, I would certainly spoil fast living in town, with a warm room and hot meal every day.&nbsp; It's certainly time for me to get back to the real world," she observes to no one in particular.&nbsp; She had stayed up late in the common room, enjoying the fire, drink, and company, trading stories and discussing regional concerns with whomever was traveling through town.&nbsp; It was also with great relish that she enjoyed her private room, enjoying the novelty of sleeping in the buff with soft warm sheets, instead of in a self-made shelter.&nbsp; Comfort and company were usually sparse for her, and she took her fill in town when she had the chance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 18:51:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man with Platinum blue hair walks up a few moments later in a travelers cloak, and wearing a backpack over his chainmail. Underneath can be seen wither garments for traveling in the cold.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 02:09:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On the second day of travel as you walk along the curved road far between civilizations. The snow still falls that day though its no more then perhaps a quarter of an inch every hour. After passing an old covered bridge along one of the rivers many off shooting creeks your pleasantly peaceful walk is disturbed as a pair of large cat like beasts jump from the bushes, eyeing you all with hungry looks and slobbering jaws. Their matted fur is a deep gray showing the naturally thick coat that animals see during winter <br><br>OOC: Feel free to roll your initiative results as well as post up your first actions. There is no surprise round to speak of this time
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 02:25:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having seen animal sign around, Wildfire is fingering her spear at the ready.&nbsp; At the first snarl, she spins and throws, but too quickly, the weapon flying wildly over their heads.&nbsp; Grunting in annoyance, she draws her scimitar and shield, readying herself for their inevitable attack.<br><br>Initiative&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Throw spear<br>Result: 20&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Result: 2<br>Total: 22&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Total: 4
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayushi</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 03:15:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Nialyssa.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Nialyssa</strong></span></span><br><hr>Blinking in shock, Lyssa seemed a bit slow to react, (At 2009-10-21 19:48:54, Nialyssa (uid: 34) rolls: 1d20 Result: 8 (http://dicebot.php?r=11343) for initiative) but began to pray softly yet melodically to Shelyn, calling upon the goddess to grant her a guardian (casting Summon Monster I (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/summonMonsterI.htm) with the small Priestess beseeching the aid of a Celestial Badger (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/monsters/badger.htm), a fierce and determined beast of the cold woodlands in which the adventurers traveled.</td></tr></tbody></table>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 20:40:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man with Platinum Blue hair draws his Longsword and shield, going into a crouch to meet the charge of the big cats.<br><br>Roll Result: Andreas rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: Iniative<br>Result: 13, <br>Total: 13<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 00:32:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With battle engaged the creatures charge the lot of you, jaws wide and looks of hunger plain for all to see. The one that had not spoken much up to this point, the mage was the target of the lead. The great beast leaping onto his body and jaws clamping tightly around his neck before the sound of bones breaking and the sight of blood spattered across the ground. In an instant life was taken from him<br><br>The other beast appraoches and the skin of its face seems to roll backwards revealing the mass of muscle beneath as it lets out a terrifying howl that peirces your very soul. <br><br><br><br>OOC: Enemy Initiative is 5 and Glab's character is dead<br><br>Everyone please roll will saves DC 13. Anyone failing becomes Frightened
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 02:48:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing the mage taken down without so much as a word, his throat ripped out in a bloody mess was not the best introduction.&nbsp; When the beast's companion approached, its flesh rippling unnaturally, it was more than Wildfire could take.&nbsp; She had never seen an animal like this, and immediately looked about, ready to run.<br><br>Roll Result: Wildfire rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br>Comment: Will save vs fear<br>Result: 4, <br>Total: 9
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 07:38:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roll Result: Andreas rolled: 1d20, adding 4to the total<br>Comment: Will save<br>Result: 17, <br>Total: 21<br><br>The man with Platinum blue hair was no stranger to grisly death and bloodshed. He stood his ground firmly and with resolute determination bolstered by faith in what he must do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 16:31:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Spinning from the cat, Wildfire sprints away, brushing past the others with a yelp.&nbsp; Her eyes wild, she simply runs, breathless and unseeing.<br><br>[20x4=80 ft away]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayushi</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 04:14:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Fear Check: At 2009-11-08 21:04:48, Nialyssa (uid: 34) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 22 (http://dicebot.php?r=11582))<br><br>Nialyssa was horrified at their companion's sudden and horrific demise, then smiled as she heard the creature of the woodlands she'd called upon for aid.<br><br>Her eyes widened as she noted that it was a heavenly(Celestial) variation of Badger, and directed it to attack.<br>(Celestial Badger Initiative check At 2009-11-08 21:08:07, Nialyssa (uid: 34) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 14 (http://dicebot.php?r=11583))<br><br>The badger growled and jumped at the beast, fangs snapping at its throat as it shrieked angrily.<br>(At 2009-11-08 21:11:17, Nialyssa (uid: 34) rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 9 (http://dicebot.php?r=11584))<br><br>It then clawed at the beast, snarling in its fury.<br>(At 2009-11-08 21:12:46, Nialyssa (uid: 34) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 5 (http://dicebot.php?r=11585))<br>(and)<br>(At 2009-11-08 21:13:35, Nialyssa (uid: 34) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 11 (http://dicebot.php?r=11586))<br><br>((I don't know if any of that hits(pretty much only the last claw roll *could* hit))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-11-2009, 23:26:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wildfire ends up running away at the fastest speed she can manage yet the other two remain against the fearsome threat. As the summoned badger growls and lets out a flurry of attacks it finds the its opponents are far to agile this time, missing compeletly. <br><br>The beast that made the killing blow reaches down, gripping its kill by the shoulder and begins to run away, dashing into the bushes and beyond. Apparantly ready to feed on its fresh kill and unwilling to fight more. However the other stays, intent on getting its own kill as it rear up and aims its jaws toward Andreas, clamping down on his shoulder. Luckily for him his arm stops the beasts teeth from sinking in and causing any damage yet he does feel the pinch
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 04:54:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Wildfire heard even more yowling behind her, and didn't even look back as she ran.&nbsp; Some part of her was disappointed that she'd leave the others behind, but she couldn't help the terror that drove her legs forward.&nbsp; She didn't even have the sense of mind to rationalize her fear to herself, it was just mind-numbing, with flashes of a fleshless face, and teeth sinking into soft, wet flesh.&nbsp; She panted and ran harder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 17:07:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Platinum haired man grins as the animal bites down on his arm and the armor stops it. Then he stabs the animal in the gut with his sword.<br><br>(Need to know modifiers. The last GM post to me, where the thing attacks makes me think the animal is still latched on and therefore it gets no dex modifier to its defense.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 07:52:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC: No modifiers, I thought I made it clear that the armor just blocked the damage. No ac modifiers, no attack penalty, no attack of opportunity. or anything like that...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bayushi</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 09:59:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/Nialyssa.jpg)</td><td><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Nialyssa</strong></span></span><br><hr>Nialyssa grimaced at the thought of the wound the tall platinum-haired man would have when this was over.<br><br>She had a thought, and murmured softly, "Forgive me, Lady, but I must."<br><br>Nialyssa slapped her hand to the beast's side, given that it was latched onto the man's arm and shoulder, then called upon her goddess' power, channeling a spell into the beast, inflicting a light wound (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/inflictLightWounds.htm).<br>(Touch 'attack' roll: 1d20+0: 19+0=19)<br>(Inflict Light Wounds damage roll: 1d8+1: 5+1=6)<br><br>Meanwhile, the angry extra-planar Badger renewed its assault, clawing and biting at the large beast, snarling in its fury.<br>(Claw 1 attack roll: 1d20+4: 20+4=24. Critical confirmation roll: 1d20+4: 18+4=22)<br>(Claw critical damage roll: 1d2-1: (2-1)x2=2)<br>(Claw 2 attack roll: 1d20+4: 20+4=24. Critical confirmation roll: 1d20+4: 20+4=24)<br>(Claw critical damage roll: 1d2-1: (2-1)x2=2)<br>(Bite attack roll: 1d20-1: 17-1=16)<br>(Bite damage roll: 1d3-1: 2-1=1)<br><br>((OOC: Danged badger got some lucky dice! Too bad he does dick all for damage. &gt;.&lt;))</td></tr></tbody></table>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 17:26:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=45590.msg2511525#msg2511525">Quote from: Waiting under the Mistletoe on 03-12-2009, 07:52:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">OOC: No modifiers, I thought I made it clear that the armor just blocked the damage. No ac modifiers, no attack penalty, no attack of opportunity. or anything like that...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>(Ok making attack now)<br><br>The PLatinum haired man is unfortunatly off balance by the big can and his attack misses<br><br>Roll Result: Paladin rolled: 1d20, adding 4to the total<br>Comment: <br>Result: 6, <br>Total: 10<br><br>(BTW when you give descriptions like you did on the cat having it bite the armor and then don't post that it jumps back any sane and normal person would give modifiers to the player but whatever.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloe Milev</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 22:47:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[I think I've been running for 2 rounds?&nbsp; Still got 1 to go...]<br><br>Wildfire, a fair distance from the fighting now, is still gripped by unnatural fear, but her mind begins the process of actually thinking again.&nbsp; <em>You've really got to stop and think.&nbsp; Just running isn't going to help!</em>&nbsp; But despite her knowledge, she just <em>can't</em> bear it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 02:33:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andreas finds the creature far to swift again as it ducks beneath the blow and then lunges forward, giving a quick snap. The creatures jaws close nipping his leg before it draws away, yet its clear from the pain and a trickle of blood that the creature made a definitive wound. <br><br>OOC: 1 damage to Andreas 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Neverwind Chronicles: Chapter 1 - Asylum of madness</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 16:52:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cindrana had enjoyed the travel companions she had encountered since she had left the scholarly halls of her family's school. She had learned that there was much of the outside world that her own training had left unaddressed. She had learned several languages, but with the exception of elvish and possibly dragonish, she had none useful ones for the art of trade. And for an Ackbar that was a sin beyond any other.<br><br>Hence, her wanderings to the lands north. She was looking for markets that the House Ackbar merchants would find profitable. This far north, she suspected, that would be the small but expensive gemstones and spices sellers if she could find something to pull the family's interest.<br><br>Of course, she reminded herself, it was her companions who made her travels interesting. She was able to earn her keep by dint of her scholarly skills and small magics, but those she traveled with made things intesting. Such as her current companion, Madoka and her discipline of mind and body. She had been thinking of how to inquire further when she spotted something ahead.<br><br>"It seems my questions will have to wait Madoka, do you see a conflict ahead?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
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