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Post by Manticore on Oct 17, 2006 17:04:41 GMT -5
'Agh, that was clear as muck,' Jonelim grumbled, under his breath. It seemed a general rule that all powerful beings must speak in riddles and half-truths. Even a 'speak with dead' spell was fraught with problems when mischievous spirits played merry hob with the rules. The dead had little else to do.
He looked around at the motley crew that had assembled; a scruffy druid with verbal diarrhoeia, a muscular strong arm; a pixyish elf beggar girl and a scurvy knave. Not the stuff to inspire legends and light the torch of heroism, hah.
'May I introduce myself?' he said in a hollow voice, interrupted by a fit of coughing. 'I am Jonelim Korsh.'
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Post by shigoki on Oct 18, 2006 16:06:40 GMT -5
In Alek opinion, this 'adventurers' complained to much, being a tiefling makes life give you few options, they had been given something criptical, GIVE, and even if he wished he could understand it better it was more than what he was used to get in one month. Thing that also worried him, she KNEW about him, from where does he comes from, or just pretends it.. thing that is hard to be as he wasnt famous, his prints hidden by the work of many that despite his kind.
"What ever." He turned to go up, higger than he had made it that day, something was going on on the roof of this towers and he needed to see for himself.
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Post by browwiw on Oct 19, 2006 1:56:02 GMT -5
"Well, so much for 'what creature walks upon four feet in the morning, upon two at noon, and upon three at night', eh?" Koyle chuckled to his new companions as they exited the sphinx's sanctum.
'May I introduce myself?' he said in a hollow voice, interrupted by a fit of coughing. 'I am Jonelim Korsh.'
"Well met, my croupy friend. I am Koyle, the Bastard of House ir'Karth. At least, that was how my late lord father's lady wife always introduced me to guests. You may all refer to me to Koyle or Bastard as you wish. I've answered to both all my life."
He held out his hand to Jonelim, but his eyes made much more contact with the young elf maid.
=-=-=-=-= Energy: 9/9 Health: 3/3
Action 1: 3 into Social Skills [- charm/persuasion]
Energy: 6/9 Health: 3/3
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Post by pgholland on Oct 19, 2006 8:56:08 GMT -5
"A prophecy?" Snerak gave a chuckle as he petted his wolf companion, "The only prophecy i see is the one that these infernal places you call cities are destroying the land, and the life within it." The wolf brushed it's sleek silver-grey fur against his leg as it tilted it's head to insist its ears were scrathced. Snerak didn't believe in this prophecy nonsense, especially when it meant he was going to be forced to stay in this foresaken city any longer than he needed to be.
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Post by GhostKnight on Oct 19, 2006 23:18:27 GMT -5
"People are like that, never think, only destroy"
Brizza looks like talking to herself again, she listens to the others without even looking to them. She tries to do some normal behavior by at least look at them. She looks at the outsider with a little distrust, the druid and his companion with a little jealousy, the elf had this unknown aura, then she looked at the human warrior and when their eyes meet she looked to the floor in a shyish way while covering her eyes with the remains of the hat she wears.
"And... what would bring you to the Adventurers’ Guild? ... by the way... you can call me Brizza"
Her slender hand still trying to keep the hat in the place.
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Post by Manticore on Oct 20, 2006 16:35:36 GMT -5
'Don't worry (hak! koff!)- it's not contagious,' Jonelim said, quite cheerfully.
He watched Koyle's perusal of the young maiden with amusement. Jonelim was not a duellist in the great arena of romance; the lure of power was a greater and more satisfying obsession for him, but he was aware of how the game was played, and there was indeed something in the life and vigour of this strongly-thewed young human that was quite charming. He wondered if this Koyle would be able to ensnare the timid Brizza. It reminded Jonelim of Zedenko's old manservant, Yago, who had been enamoured of an old fishwife. It was such a terrible shame when they had to take Yago to pieces for the spare parts...
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Post by dorkknight23 on Oct 24, 2006 10:57:24 GMT -5
OOC: I'll give you guys the option to decide to follow Flamewind's prophecy, or to just have it happen. If no more responses happen, I'll post this Friday.
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Post by Manticore on Oct 25, 2006 5:24:11 GMT -5
Jonelim was more intrigued with Flamewind's prophecy than he would ever admit. He had heard that those who tried to thwart prophecies often ended up fulfilling them, in surprising ways, and Jonelim decided that rather than waste time dithering he would climb the tallest peak and see what the fuss was all about. At least then he could say that he was doing it of his own free will.
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Post by GhostKnight on Oct 27, 2006 14:59:26 GMT -5
"Are any of you gentlemen going to see this, so called, prophesy" - Spoke Brizza softly, still trying to avoid the before mentioned eyes on her with her worn out hat.
"I am curious about it" - she accepted - "But if we were called to it, it would be better for all of us to go. Well... that in case this Flamewind foresaw all of us together, but there is still the possibility that we were chosen randomly, er... what do you think?"
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Post by browwiw on Oct 28, 2006 4:01:56 GMT -5
"I know little of prophecy. Indeed, mine own foresight falls somewhat short of that crossbowman's bolt. But, I have always had a nose for gold and smell a fat purse at our trails end."
"Our meeting may indeed be writ in the stars or a sphinx's scheming felicity. I prefer to believe that I forge my own destiny. If we should continue together, then let it be of our own choosing! My lord father once told me that you should never travel with man who would not share meat and mead with you. Here, let us swear a pact of companionship."
Koyle pulled the wine skin from his belt and uncorked its stopper. He drank deep, wiped his lips on his tunic sleeve, and held out the skin for the others.
"Mayhaps not the finest vintage of red, but sweet enough to swear oaths on."
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Post by Manticore on Oct 28, 2006 17:41:19 GMT -5
'I hope you don't mind if I abstain,' said Jonelim in a wheezy voice. 'Wouldn't want to pass on any disease to you others. It's best to be careful. But I agree, sir Koyle. If we are to forced into this prophetic path then it is best that we choose to do so while we still have free will. After all, a quest of this import is bound to have a suitable reward.'
After that speech he coughed for quite a while, heaving up a lump of cat fur and looking sheepish. 'Ugh... I wondered where that had got to.' Then he put it back in his reagents bag.
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Post by pgholland on Oct 30, 2006 17:12:28 GMT -5
Snerak scowled, "If i must be trapped in this forsaken city i guess it might as well be on a crazed beast's mission. However the less time i have to spend with these foul smells," he gave a glance to some of the others with him, "And these, barely living things," the wizard drew his ire then, "I and my companion may become... aggrevated to say the least."
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Post by dorkknight23 on Oct 31, 2006 13:17:40 GMT -5
Up the stairs, up and out, as high as you can go in Sharn, which means the Skyway. You have to chip in a few silvers for a skycoach, but the hovering carriage, driven by flying owls, is a safe and efficient way of reaching the floating refuge of the wealthiest citizens of the City of Towers.
The district has the best of the best in Sharn: fine dining, exotic restaurants, expensive trades and services of the highest caliber. It is almost silent, with servants scurrying from mansions and shops, and noblemen roll by silently on flying mounts or.
You observe. You have done as Flamewind said, to go as far up in the city as you could. And the wealth shows it. You get a taste of the upscale business, which you cannot afford.
Koyle’s glance in particular is caught by a beautiful redheaded woman in a tight red crushed velvet dress. The diamond cut in the center reveals her ample assets.
The silence is shattered. Out of the pristine alleyways leap four armed Halflings, dressed in the tribal garb of the Talenta plains, whistling and armed with their spears and boomerangs. The small predatory dinosaurs they’re riding growl hungrily. One of them lands on top of the woman and holds her down.
“What’s going on over there?!”
“Guards, guards!”
What do you do?
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Post by Manticore on Oct 31, 2006 13:59:08 GMT -5
Jonelim immediately dismissed the ongoing assault as none of his business. Then his slit eyes narrowed. Was this what the Sphynx had sent them to see? They couldn't afford to ignore anything in this nonsense prophecy. He sighed as Koyle's lascivious eye rolled longingly down the wench's shapely figure. The human never knew how to keep his mind on business.
That gave him an idea. He cleared his mind and searched for the proper reagents and words to cast the 'Cause Fear' spell, repeatedly. A quite powerful, and useful, spell... but it would drain him deeply. But not before he spread fear through the minds of those four fat little savages!
'You want to help her; do it, human!' he spat, roughly as the proper passages of his spell book were recalled to his mind, soon to be expunged by the power of magickry.
JONELIM KORSH__________ Health: 2/2 Energy: 4/10
ACTIONS_________ Magic (with Intelligence Bonus): 6 - Cast 'Cause Fear' (+1 situational modifier due to Necromantic speciality).
MODIFIERS__________ Elf Magical Defence (+1) Immunity to sleep Darkvision (1)
EQUIPMENT_________ Reagents Bag, A few measly coins, Gnarly stick, Robes,
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Post by pgholland on Oct 31, 2006 16:26:37 GMT -5
Snerak was appaled at the wanton mistreatment of animals in this city. The giant owl was one of the most majestic of all creatures, and for tehm to be used this way was horrific. More city, this one occupying the space in which the birds should have been able to live. A magical marvel certainly, but a cosmopolitan monster also. The halflings leapt out, calling upon more animals, more animals to abuse no doubt. He would not stand for this. "Skelios, attack!" he commanded pointing at one of the halflings as he drew his quarterstaff and walked at him, readying himself for combat.
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Action 1: Animal Training 1 (To order Skelios to attack) Action 2: Close Combat 2 +1 from quarterstaff to defence
Defence: +1 Armour +3 Close Combat= 4
H:3 E:6
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