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| Topic Started: Nov 14 2009, 04:34 PM (913 Views) | |
| Onyx | Nov 14 2009, 04:34 PM Post #1 |
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Update Numero Uno: O-GOD, don’t read this one, since your character was like 2500 miles away. So here’s a basic rundown of what happened last week. The precise order of these events might be a bit wrong, but the idea is there. During all of this, Martus Ebinor (Dix’s character) was meditating, wearing a robe that covered his entire body. Everyone boarded the ship, and discovered that by pure coincidence (to make it easier for the GM, not to represent manipulations), you had all booked passage on the same Airship, the same room, the same flight. Holy poonanner. Since you hadn’t seen each other in like 5 years or so, you decided to greet each other with silence. “Hello brother.” “Hi, I’m gonna go meditate.” As you were boarding the ship, most of the other patrons ignored the shit out of you. One or two were rude, like Pater Hellekanus (the sentient skeleton warrior from Karrnath). Another patron, whose name you guys never found out, was a charming and clumsy as crap old man who had lost his scroll. Lorsanna Ebinor (Stat’s character) agreed to help him look for it, followed him into his room to assist, and was promptly hit on by the old man. He wanted some action. She said, “DE-NIED!” and hurt his feelings. During this time, Ja’al (Acid’s character) went snooping around and broke into the food storage room. As Lorsanna was leaving Creepy Old Man’s room, she was met with a wealthy patron named Alistair d’Cannith, who immediately assumed she was a cheap whore because she was leaving Creepy Old Man’s room. Lorsanna blew him off. Alistair d’Cannith back toward the Engineering Room of the ship, and began breaking into it. Ja’al, being a badass and rolling natural 20’s, totally heard the dude’s footsteps coming and looked through the keyhole to see the guy breaking into the Engineering Room. He snuck up on the guy, initiated a conversation, and struck a good business deal with the dude. Later, at dinner time, the three characters went to the lower class dining room. After about 20 minutes, they realized that not only had no one come to serve them food, but no on else was down in the peasent dining room PERIOD. All the other lower class people were servants upstairs serving their masters. The characters went upstairs just in time to catch the tail end of a brewing argument between the guards of Archbishop Voalryiu (an important dude from Thrane that some of the characters know) and the guards of Wultram ir’Furnau (an important Karrnathi general). The guards were hating on each other over a religious dispute, and the Archbishop stopped it from turning to bloodshed. Wultram didn’t do anything but smirk like an asshole the whole time. The other wealthy people that were up there that y’all saw (and had been introduced to briefly) were Haydith ir’Wynarn, who looked like very young Karrnathi Royalty, Marganna Krudaker, a professor/wizard from Arcanix (big wizard school in Aundair, super famous). Also present was an Elven belly-dancer chick from House Phiarlan, Arix d’Lyrandar (the captain) and a douchebag braggart dungeon robber dude. The group slipped on back to the bar room and demanded food on behalf of the Archbishop from Jinxo, the Halfling bartender. Jinxo promptly produced food and the proof of where he got his name. The group took the food back to the peasent dining room, making sure to be disrespectful and rude along the way. After they had eaten, Ja’al (Acid) went snooping around to the rooms where the Karrnathi and Thranish guards were staying and planted plenty of evidence to help fuel the fires of the feud between those two, while also securing better clothing for his sister. That night, everyone wakes in the middle of the night to hear loud thundering and crashing. It’s raining really hard outside, though some of the thunder sounded like it was coming from within the hallway. The next morning, when everyone goes up to the upper class dining room, the characters notice that Creepy Old Man and one of the Thranish Guards are absent. More food is grabbed via Jinxo, and braggart douchebag is at it again. Ja’al adds dirty ales to the Archbishop’s tab and places them in front of the Archbishop claiming that Wultram ir’Furnau sent them over. While the characters are there and talking to various parties, Jinxo begins carrying food down to Old Man’s quarters, and promptly returns with lots of tripping and clanging to announce that Old Man is dead. The Captain puts the characters in charge of the murder investigation, claiming that they are the only “neutral” people present. The characters went to investigate, and promptly renamed Old Man… His new name was Morning Wood. It was their job to figure out why Morning Wood got whacked. Upon investigating Morning Wood’s quarters, it was discovered that he had been writing vigorously on some scrolls as he died. He had been writing them in his full formal attire with green velvet robes, a silver belt, and a big necklace with a giant emerald hanging from it. Most of his scrolls were fanatical propaganda about how Karrnath is the best, Karrnath should kill everyone else, and Karrnath should start conquering shit again. GO KARRNATH!! One of the scrolls, planted there earlier by Ja’al, talked about Onatar (one of the Sovereign Host gods) being a Blue Dragon. Other writings (including the one that he was writing as he died) was all about how the world was lying to him. Paranoid shit. At the end, it concluded with “I can only discern two possible translations for this prophecy: The first is that ‘If the Golden Dragon fails on its maiden voyage, then ___?___’ and the second is ‘If the grand-daugher of King Kaius III is murdered, then the Phoenix will awaken.’ The second possibility is purely impossible, given that King Kaius III has no children, let alone grand-children. And his wife is an Elf from Aerenal, so any children they would have would be half-elves, and royal law prevents non-humans from being formally recognized as heirs to the kingdom.” It was clear that Morning Wood had been drinking an expensive Tea from Karrnath as he died, but no evidence on the body or in the tea pointed to poison. No cause of death was discerned. When another fist-fight broke out in the dining room, Captain d’Lyrandar responded to the whacking of Morning Wood by placing the guards of both Archbishop Voalryiu and Wultram ir’Furnau under house arrest, confining them to their quarters to prevent further fights from breaking out. He was determined to prevent the ship from having a fullscale riot or war take place on it. Ja’al went and brought his deal with Alistair d’Cannith to phase 2, and got moved up to the super expensive rooms on the top floor, with giant windows, silk sheets, soft beds, and all that. And room-service meals when they wanted. Some time later, maybe soon, maybe a day or two later, Ja’al went and faked his death to Alistair, who immediately left and never bothered anyone ever again. During the phase 2 part, it was revealed that the “contraband” that Alistair was smuggling wasn’t exactly contraband, it was just graverobbing, as he had acquired several pieces of Cyran art, some of the few artifacts left from the now-dead nation. While confined to quarters, one of the Thranish guards committed suicide, leaving a note saying that he had tried to poison Wultram ir’Furnau, but had accidentally killed Morning Wood instead. He was so ashamed at having tried to assassinate some one out of anger, and even more ashamed that this had led him to kill “an innocent, wise, intelligent old man who never harmed a soul.” The note said that he had fallen so far from the precepts of the Silver Flame that his only choice now was to rid the world of his “horrible, uncivilized presence and bring to an end the source of a thousand lies and falsehood and disgraces… myself.” Again, Captain d’Lyrandar assigned the group to investigate and make sure this really was a suicide. The paladin’s corpse and glass of tea both showed signs of poisoning, and the group found all the details I just mentioned above. The characters reported that the guard was definitely a suicide, but they were unable to determine what the hell happened with Morning Wood. That as all like in the first week, and there was still a week and a half to go. During the next week and a half… we fast-forwarded to the end. So the basic rundown was that the characters stayed in their room most of the time, and just ordered room-service from Jinxo. Most of the other NPC’s avoided y’all like the plague because they didn’t want to become suspects, and didn’t want to piss you off either. Or some just didn’t seem to give a shit either way, cuz they were there to drink expensive wines and look out the window while wearing pretty jewelry. The Airship did fly over the Mournland, and was apparently up above the giant gray fog of doom. So down below it just looked like infinite gray nothing below you. During all this time, Martus (dix’s character) slowly became more and more interested in hiding. First he was hiding in the closet, and by the end of the voyage y’all rarely saw him, as he had permanently hidden himself in the food storage bay. He said he’d be fine once we landed. He was just sea-sick, that’s all. Eventually y’all landed, which is where the next game will start. You’ll be ready to disembark and join the city of New Cyre. |
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| Onyx | Nov 22 2009, 05:43 PM Post #2 |
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Ok, so I was gonna put it off until mid-week, but whatevs. The airship landed. It docked at a three or four hundred foot tall spire of metal and wood, because the Airship isn't capable of landing. Which means a long long trip down a million stairs to get to ground level. While y'all were travelling down the stairs, Ennes Dekker, the braggart douche that talks himself really tough tried to offer you the opportunity to follow him on his top secret missions to learn how to be real adventurers from him. He'd show you the ropes. You said you'd take a rain-check. So he said he'd pay you, you know, he'd hire you on as mercenaries. You said you'd take a rain-check. He let it slip that he was on a mission to hunt down a sleeper cell in the city of New Cyre. He was obviously scared out of his mind, and you left him. You got down to the ground floor where the immigration/customs office was. You registered as citizens of New Cyre and therefore as citizens of Breland. The very bored dwarf had to read you a long script about your obligations as Brelish citizens. It became clear that the situation between Breland and New Cyre was very complicated, since you basically had two crowns owning the same city. You asked around town until you found your dad's house. On the way you saw all the bizarre characteristics of New Cyre. It's like 50% nobility, since theyr'e the ones that were away on diplomatic missions when Cyre exploded, or were on vacations... The rest are soldiers who were outside the homeland when the shit hit the fan. That means the city is like 90% dudes. Some of the people there have clearly spent all their remaining cash trying to make the most beautiful house they can in response to the years of hell they just survived. Some of them have spent NOTHING on their homes, convinced that it'll all be destroyed anyway. Others have spent their entire fortunes making small houses entirely out of Adamantium, with several Warforged Guards posted at all doors, unable to let go of the seige mentality brought on by having their whole country nuked. And then there's Goblin Town, the giant ant-mound of a shanty-town where all teh city's servant classes live. Everywhere you walk, there are goblins, doing gardening work, washing windows, sifting through trash for food, and they all look at you with nothing but hate. You get to your dad's house, and once you're there... You smell the huge nasty stank of old rotting corpse. A Warforged servant answers the door. Tea-cups everywhere. Dad had been dead for 9 weeks, and Mr. Warforged was making him 3 cups of tea a day, unaware that Mr. Dad had ceased functioning. Dad's journals were full of paranoid shit about how the world is lying to him. There is falsehood everywhere, and the Prophecy is lying. Ja'al makes the body presentable. Stat's character, Wroenna, noticed that there were spelling mistakes, which is totally unlike Dad. So she looked at hwat was misspelled, and noticed that it was only words that had to do with Negation, like "Not" or "No" or "negative," or "isn't" or whatever. So she started keeping a record of the letters that are missing, or the extra letters, or the letters that are in teh wrong order. [[Then Stat fell asleep, so we didn't get to what she discovered.]] Ja'al, Acid's character, took the Warforged (which he named Warrior) to the Temple of the Sovereign Host, to arrange for a Funeral. He put Warrior in charge of setting up the details. Warrior picked all of the most statistically common funeral arrangements from all the books he had read, and ended up with something that was a weird hodgepodge of a funeral for what you do for Kings, and for peasants, and for when the dog dies, AND the battlecries you make when you slay your greatest enemy. He invited the entire city, and all the royals and nobles in the continent, and the gods, and all the dragons from Argonessen. And he said we have to invite a Demon, so that it can commit suicide to honor the fallen Mr. Dad. It starts with Open Casket, then you cremate the body, then half the ashes are put in tiny vials for all the participants to take home, then the rest of the ashes are buried beneath a new tree planted in the center of the city. Since there's a big lake in the center of the city, a massive building project to fill in the lake with soil from all the continents of Eberron will have to be undertaken. 5,003,247 guests are invited total. The Temple will inform you of the bill tomorrow. [[I'll need the group's input on just how impossibly insane the bill should be. Like 5 plat? 5000 plat? I don't know. Something so stupid it's like a small kingdom's worth of cash.]] While those two are gone, Stat's character answers a knock on the door to see a hairless, beardless Dwarf. He demands that Mr. Dad or Wroenna repay their debt to the Archbishop. She tells him to go !@#$% himself. He says that refusing to repay a debt like this will turn a patron into an enemy. She gives him the finger. Warrior and Ja'al return. Warrior starts cleaning up all the teacups. Ja'al finds out about the threat to the family taht just happened, and says he recognizes teh dwarf and will go take care of it. He takes Dix with him. We couldnt' remember Dix's character's name, so we renamed him Dix. Maybe we'll change it to DAX, just so its not like... named after you... They go asking around, find the dude, Grinmug Stoneback. There's an argument in the dude's magic supply store. Two warforged guards. All the other customers !@#$% off. Ja'al locks Grinmug in his own closet, and breaks a window, and pulls some magic trick that makes the Warforged start to leave. Dix takes the opportunity to just up and DECAPITATE one of the warforged with his Kama. The other one leaves the room and starts trying to kick all the citizens out of the courtyard. During the fight, one of the warforged had cut Dix's ear off, and took half of his hood with it. Ja'al caught a glimpse of something icky. Ja'al promised Grinmug that he'd fulfill Wroenna's debt and assassinate Haydith ir'Wynarn, one of the Karrnathi royalty. He also took the head of the warforged and threw it in the storage closet with Grinmug and then locked him in there again. Dix and Ja'al returned home, and Warrior had finished washing all the teacups. |
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| x8xid | Jan 12 2010, 07:13 PM Post #3 |
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Re-Cap (As best I can remember.) Upon returning back to the house Ja'al finished preparing the body for burial and began discussing what would be the actual arrangements with Martus and Roanna. During the final burial preparation Ja'al noticed some strange postmortem marks on the body. After letting Roanna examine the body again, she determined that he had in fact been poisoned. Of course this upset all the characters and they began another search of the house for things out of place. This time (looking more carefully) they discovered that a window had been broken and a pamphlet had been removed from father's archives. "Artificer" informed us that the missing document was, in fact, a map of the local mines. (What they were mining is yet to be revealed, and nobody we have asked seems to really know.) But, the mines ARE abandoned. Roanna put some of the puzzle together (Ja'al had bought her some time to think by getting "Artificer" out of the house.) By going through fathers journals she managed to reveal a strange code that worked in layers. In the final layers it turned out that father was interested in some secret unwritten prophecy involving "The Sleeper" and the daughter of a high diplomat [Please fill in the names Onyx, I don't have that written down.] Much of it was strange gibberish, and after Artificer revealed more of fathers nature of obtaining information it seems like the man we left behind grew very out of touch with reality. Apparently while looking for sensitive information he interrogated a large number of people. Some were let go, some were never seen again, and some worse. Cruel person or not he was still our father and he was murdered, and we believe that he was on to something big. We refuse to let the image of our father become tarnished and plan to get to the bottom of it. [Other interesting note is that he was writing about the layout of the mines making perfect symbols that had to do with the prophecy.] It was also discussed that Ja'al had taken the contract on the diplomat. It was not really decided whether or not she should be killed by our hands to pay the debt, but it was decided that she should be found and made aware of her enemies. Depending on how that played out we would make a decision. The group was leaning towards extorting her for money in exchange for protection or a counter assassination (the guy Roanna owes a debt to is a douche bag.) I have already stated that I would not hesitate to slit the mans through for insulting and using my sister. I'm also not happy that he had planned to put her in danger by sending her on an assassination mission. To me she's still my "lil' sis." To cover our asses, we sent Artificer into town to spy on Grinmug. Basically he reported that he had a fatal encounter with a goblin who seemed to know him. We are not entirely sure if he had reported to the ambassador or not, really we don't care. Judging by the writings of our father, there might be several people who are assigned to go kill this woman. After a little more prodding into the affairs of "Artificer" a familiar name popped up. The ass-hole from the boat who tried to hire us to take down the "sleeper cell" with him had apparently been captured and interrogated by father. He was threatened with his life and the life of his child. The details get a little fuzzy. We decide that it's as good a place as any to start looking for answers about what father might have been looking for and possibly what "the sleeper/cell" might be. [Artificer recreated the map of the mines, though he seemed confident and it looked spectacular we had no way of knowing how accurate it really was.] We checked the dock, that guy said to check at "The Cock and Fox." After checking there we found that the ass-hole was trying to get a party together the night before. (That we knew.) But she said the twerp was going down into the mines. Immediately we jumped to the conclusion that HE had killed our father to steal the map of the mines. The bartender said to try the brothel down the street - we decided to hit that before the mines. Unfortunately here's where I with the help of Dix screwed it up a little bit. (Actually kudos to the rest of the group for just going with it even knowing it was a HORRIBLE move.) We talked to the door man, he said that he could not tell us if the guy was in there or not. We claimed that we had information that he was spreading disease and we were there to take him in. Still, nothing. I payed like 200% to give him a message, but instantly felt like that plan would take too long as soon as the door was closed. We thought we were at a dead end and started to get desperate, and the group was starting to disagree in character about how to handle the situation. Of course Ja'al was hot tempered, while Roanna had started to rationally think it out. Martus was ready to hit the mines. Unfortunately the door man opened the door back up, he had intended to help us out (because of the bribe) but it was too late, Ja'al was worked up. Without thinking he grabbed the door man and forced him into the alley way - like a good family member Martus backed his brother up. Roanna protested but knew we wouldn't listen to reason, so she intelligently kept a lookout at the edge of the alley way and left us to our dirty work. WE FAILED. The guy was tight lipped and we asked all the wrong questions... then we got one right, we realized force was not the answer. We looked like morons... but tough morons. We explained that we were sorry, we were getting desperate and time could be running out and we told the guy the truth. After Ja'al SWALLOWED the hell out of his pride the guy gave us the info we needed (He was already at the mines.) Ja'al gave him the last of his money because he actually felt bad (even if the guy was kind of a prick.) and the group moved on. We went to the mines.... [More coming] |
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| Onyx | Jan 12 2010, 09:37 PM Post #4 |
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The fourth layer of the code that Roanna cracked reads as follows: o“After years of intense research and questioning, I can only conclude that the Prophecy I have discovered must read as follows: ‘If the grand-daughter of King Kaius III should be murdered during her visit to New Cyre, then the sleeper will awaken.’ “ Y'all also uncovered this info that seems connected to thsi prophecy (from sources you've already mentioned): 1-- King Kaius III is the king of Kharrnath, has no children or grand-children. Kharrnath is the militaristic nation to the northeast that uses undead soldiers. 2-- The diplomat in New Cyre (who was on the boat with you) is named Haydith ir'Wynarn. She is King Kaius III's younger sister. 3--She is here as an exchange of nobles that Kaius III started to ensure peace between the nations. Each empire sends a member of the royal family to live in Kharrnath, and Kharrnath's royal family sends a member to live in each of those nations. She's here to be that kind of "ambassador," but people you've asked didn't know if she was here for Breland or New Cyre. |
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| x8xid | Jan 13 2010, 07:39 PM Post #5 |
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Once in the mines we began following the tracks of "Ass-Hole" as we have renamed him. Upon venturing deep into the cave, 2 things happened. Martus warned the group that he knew an ambush was up ahead, and we had discovered a secret entrance that appeared to be undisturbed by the person we were following. Deciding to check out the door first rather than run head first into the trap, we found a room containing an onyx colored pyramid. Closer investigation revealed a wizards mark indicating that it was protected by an alarm spell. After a short debate on what to do about it we decided to sneak further down the tunnel and hope that we had a leg up on the ambush. Our attackers jumped the gun a bit and formed ranks in front of us. Our attackers were a group of Goblins who seemed (strangely) trained and a few steps up from the standard Goblin encounter. Right as we were about to do some dirty fighting we heard Ass-Hole in the back crying for his life. In a last minute effort we opted for a bit of dirty diplomacy. Talking to the leader we stated that we only wanted to interrogate him before we left them to their devices. For the most part we were being truthful, while we aren't necessarily the bad guys, we haven't been to good either. (It's becoming very clear that this group is only looking after it's OWN interests, even if they don't fall in line with the plot. But in a good way that could co-story tell it's own plot and drive a truly neutral game.) Something our groups don't do often. So after a few questions we began to realize that maybe this guy wasn't the one who had killed our father, but he seemed to know something. We also learned that he was down here with the Lady we were looking for. (We had gotten a hint before, but I didn't quite remember where we got the info.) We roughed him up a little bit (Mainly because Ja'al is a prick and apparently doesn't like liars too well.) Martus interrogated him with the baby mask a bit until Artificer decided to take a turn. Artificer was a little pissed (we kind of gave him the idea as well that this guy was responsible for his masters death.) I think he ripped part of his lip off. Yep we let that happen. Felt a little bad. The Goblin whore was getting a little edgy and noticed we were taking an interest in the girls muffled cries for help on the other side. The tension was building a little and she could probably tell we were thinking about altering the deal. Unfortunately for her, she tried to grab the Ass-Hole back - With awesome speed, the group readied for battle. Ja'al snatched up the Ass-Hole as a human shield, Martus grabbed the Goblin hag as a hostage, and Roanna readied her fire ball of death. In an attempt to use some more diplomacy, we told the goblins to give us the girl and let us leave or Martus would slit her throat. Stupid douche bags thought we were bluffing. After a small count down, Martus cut the bitches head off and threw it at one of the Goblins. They tried not to show it, but the faltered a little. Ja'al threw ass hole back behind the able handed Roanna who would keep him alive the entire fight. he begged to be untied, but we thought he would run away (Lying coward.) We dispatched the goblins in a pretty brutal fight. When it got down to two goblins, they decided to surrender. Calmly we began to ask them some questions that they didn't seem to have the information. So we threw our humanity right out the F-ing window and sliced their throats.... Yeah, we're kind of not the good guys AT ALL. But dude, we have a kind if code. It''s : "Don't F!@# with the family." We untied the chick. We found important people from the boat dead in the chamber. We found some broken War Forged. We rule. We checked the corpses for anything useful like info and coins. As a group we're going to be realistic and not grab everything we find, if something looks like really useful or valuable maybe - but were just grabbing what we can pocket since none of us are even wearing a pack. Ja'al will stop Ass-Hole's bleeding. It's Roanna's turn to do the talking. We need some questions answered. ----- Um as a group we're not sure WHAT we're supposed to be doing. I know I need a few hints myself. Like I get there's a prophecy and that people want to assassinate this chick, but right now we seem to be focused on "Who murdered dad." Not sure if that's off track or not. I guess it might get a little clearer when we let HER know about what we have found so far, but after that, not so sure. |
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| x8xid | Jan 13 2010, 07:46 PM Post #6 |
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Cleaned up the thread to make back tracking easier. Will probably do that like every game to clean out the "What food should I bring" questions, jokes and such to make the story easy to follow. From beginning to present. Oh who all is coming Saturday? |
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| Orphannedgod | Jan 13 2010, 09:23 PM Post #7 |
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This saturday not me, but the next saturday I can. |
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| thedixman2000 | Jan 13 2010, 11:09 PM Post #8 |
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I received a warning through the ear I had duct taped on. Don't know if that's relevant. I'm up for the 23rd. This weekend, probably not. |
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| x8xid | Jan 14 2010, 09:47 AM Post #9 |
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Then that's the next game I guess. |
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| Onyx | Jan 15 2010, 01:34 PM Post #10 |
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Ok, so no game this weekend. Yes game the 23rd. And the players are requesting a more directed plot, yes? |
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| thedixman2000 | Jan 15 2010, 05:53 PM Post #11 |
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I wasn't. But that would be fine, too. |
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| Onyx | Jan 15 2010, 06:53 PM Post #12 |
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Which would be your preference? Like I get that you're cool with both, but if you were picking because the GM said you had to pick, which would you pick? |
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| x8xid | Jan 15 2010, 07:18 PM Post #13 |
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I think my general lost-ness will dissolve on it's own after we talk to princes toadstool. Also who votes that's like the best sentence ever? |
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| thedixman2000 | Jan 16 2010, 09:46 AM Post #14 |
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I think it's fine the way it has been. And yes, good quote. |
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| thedixman2000 | Jan 24 2010, 02:53 AM Post #15 |
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Good stuff. |
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| Onyx | Feb 7 2010, 09:13 PM Post #16 |
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Beginning of recap. This is gonna be bare bones because I'm sick. Sorry. Totally add things in that you remember, seriously. Cuz I'm sick. We picked back up in the mines. We interrogated Haydith ir'Wynarn, who is one of the Princesses of Karrnath, the northern militaristic nation that employs the undead and seems to worship undeath. We also interrogated Ennis Dekker, also known as Asshole. You know, the douche coward. They revealed things. I donn't feel like typing that yet, so either I'll do it later whenn I feel better, or y'all can. You took them to the Palace of Prince Oargev, the KING OF NEW CYRE!! Yeah, he's like totally 15. Yep... the most pure blooded noble to survive the Day of Mourning was Prince Oargev, the fifteen year old. It was pretty obvious that he's both a skilled diplomat and in over his head. Ennis Dekker got himself disappeared by Prince Oargev for being a douche at the royal table. Little Miss Princess complimented you guys for saving her. Out of gratitude for saving her, and for taking her to HIM instead of the BRELISH crown, Prince Oargev thanked the heck out of you and asked if there was anything you needed. You said no. The Warforged accidentally insulted the anus out of some other dude who was there at teh table by paying him in Old Cyran Silver for his plate instead of taking the plate and washing it. Prince Oargev had to step in and do lots of "Please don't hate them, I'll handle it." Oargev took y'all away and seemed to think that y'all insulting Ardras d'Cannith (the dude y'all insulted by accident) was part of a civil war between parts of House Cannith. He made y'all promise that your branch of House Cannith was not going to use New Cyre as a battle arena between your branch and the other guy's branch. You promised this wasn't part of an internal House War. You left, going the long way, and stole some of Prince Oargev's super fine stable horses by telling the House Ghallanda stable master that Oargev wanted you to take the horses out for a stroll. You went to the Cock & Fox, and hired "A Group of Adventurers" to gaurd your house for the night. You offered to pay them 12 Silver each. They were excited to get their carreers as Adventurers to a good start. You set the Warforged to watching the house to see if anything strange happened, and to come get Ja'al if there were signs of violence. Finnally at like 3am, the Warforged saw that everything in the house got suddenly totally dark. It approached the house to listen. It heard a teacup break. It went and looked at the back yard, rolled a 4 billion, and noticed tracks that it shouldn't have noticed going to the left. It kept following the little signs for awhile, and finally, several houses later, ended up onn a tree reaching over a fence hanging over the House Phiarlan House of Entertainment. Can't remember the precise name, but it's totally a high class whore house, where y'all met the dude earlier who didn't seem afraid when you held a kama up to his throat. There were clear signs that whoever it was had swung down from the roof into the window. The Warforged got on the roof, and walked to the opposite side and got down. It decided to go inform Ja'al. The next game will begin when the Warforged arrives at Ja'al's door at the pub. Edited by Onyx, Feb 7 2010, 09:45 PM.
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| Orphannedgod | Feb 8 2010, 04:15 PM Post #17 |
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*IS A WARFORGED, NINJA LIKE, TRACKING BEAST OF DOOM* |
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| Onyx | Feb 9 2010, 12:00 PM Post #18 |
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Oh, and while you interrogated the Princess and the Douchebag, the Warforged and the Wizard also investigated the big black pyramid. |
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| x8xid | Feb 9 2010, 07:53 PM Post #19 |
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The Warforged has already given me the info already. He's recharging in my room until sunrise. |
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| Onyx | Feb 9 2010, 08:43 PM Post #20 |
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Oh, okeedokee. |
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