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Location: Oppressed in Alturang (or St. Paul MN, samething)
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A man in deep black robes approaches and calmly evaluates the situation. "I am Calamar the Dark," he says and it is soon obvious why. He pulls the hood back from his head to reveal a stalk of thick whitish/silver haid rooted into a jet black scalp. If it were not for his human ears, one would think him a drow.
Too much talk on the other ones, here is Calamar the Dark, a first level mage. He will come along, although, he may need some looking after, but you have to start somewhere.
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Wizard's First Rule: People are stupid People are stupid; given proper motivation, almost anyone will believe almost anything. Because people are stupid, they will believe a lie because they want to believe it’s true, or because they are afraid it might be true.
The Gnome is standing on a stool behind the table. That makes him about sitting height to humans. He watches everyone enter with cold brown eyes. Not mean, but calculating. While his clothes are silk he does not wear any jewelry save a signet ring. He motions for those who enter to sit.
"Well met. I am Kevlin Donoros Lord of Bryth Mannor. I am requesting your services because my honor demands that I slay the beast known as Old Crooked Tooth. According to my research it is a large albino crocodile that lives in the abandoned water works below the city. As you may know the underground is quite dangerous. It is filled with all forms of vile vermin both beast and the kind that walk upright. Thus, I am willing to pay each of you 50 gold ennies. Half up front, half when I have the head of Old Tooth."
Kevlin takes out two maps. One of the city of Orussus that has a dozen red marks on it. The other one is a sketch of the sewers. He brushes his blonde hair aside and motions to the city map.
"As you can see I have plotted where the creature has supposedly attacked. I believe with this information we should be able to locate its lair fairly quickly. I have also aquired a key to the gate that will give us access to the tunnels."
OOC: If Kevlin seems kind of cheap, he is. He didn't get where he is now through generosity. That said you all will have 'salvage' rights to whatever you find down there. Any rouges or rangers who want to join can. Kevlin might not be as prepared as he thinks he is.
If anyone has bardic skills, Knowledge: Local, or Knowledge: Nobility let me know and I will roll your check.
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Calamar the Dark pauses for a moment, his tightly chisled features a mask of no emotion. He reflect inwords for a moment and then speaks.
"I would know more about this sewer that you would have me trapse through. What other kinds of threats can I expect other than this " Old Crooked Tooth" albino crocodile?
Are there any gangs who hide out down there?
Any other cretures I should be made aware of?
Are you to come with?
Why does your honor demand that you kill this Croc?
Ooc, Damn, I knew I should have taken Robillard, he has all of the good diplomacy crap, any chance he is from another plane, I have knowledge planes, lol? Uh, is anyone else coming other than me? I am a first level mage, I can't solo a house fly.
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Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of dragons sing thee to thy rest Ernest Gary Gygax (July 27, 1938 – March 4, 2008) www.dragonroots.net
So, you don't want a Digital Initiative? Do green brains got you down? Then Dragon Roots is the mail order magazine for you. Only at www.dragonroots.net
Wizard's First Rule: People are stupid People are stupid; given proper motivation, almost anyone will believe almost anything. Because people are stupid, they will believe a lie because they want to believe it’s true, or because they are afraid it might be true.
"I would know more about this sewer that you would have me trapse through. What other kinds of threats can I expect other than this " Old Crooked Tooth" albino crocodile?
Are there any gangs who hide out down there?
Any other cretures I should be made aware of?
"Honestly, if I knew what to expect I wouldn't be hiring you."
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Are you to come with?
"That is correct."
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Why does your honor demand that you kill this Croc?
His face twitches. Kevlin almost seems to blush for a moment before regaining his composure, "I would rather not discuss it as it is rather personal. Suffice to say that I promised someone that I would bring a trophy. A creature such as Old Tooth would make a worthy gift."
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Ooc, Damn, I knew I should have taken Robillard, he has all of the good diplomacy crap, any chance he is from another plane, I have knowledge planes, lol? Uh, is anyone else coming other than me? I am a first level mage, I can't solo a house fly.
OOC: Nope, no planar stuff. I certainly hope some more people join. If not we will have the chanter pull and you can nuke.
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Calamar the Dark gathers his thoughts as he looks at the man. He has weaseld out of some of his questions and this makes Calamar feel uneasy about trusting this man.
"Sir, you seem to have forgotten to answer a question or two. I am sure it is the heat, it can cause such thing," said Calamar, giving the man a way wout in dignity, "I understand that this is a personal situation for yourself, but my life is personal to me, I would know more about why I am to risk my life to help save your honor kind sir? For the small wage you are to pay, it is the least you can do.
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Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of dragons sing thee to thy rest Ernest Gary Gygax (July 27, 1938 – March 4, 2008) www.dragonroots.net
So, you don't want a Digital Initiative? Do green brains got you down? Then Dragon Roots is the mail order magazine for you. Only at www.dragonroots.net
Wizard's First Rule: People are stupid People are stupid; given proper motivation, almost anyone will believe almost anything. Because people are stupid, they will believe a lie because they want to believe it’s true, or because they are afraid it might be true.
"Sir, you seem to have forgotten to answer a question or two. I am sure it is the heat, it can cause such thing," said Calamar, giving the man a way wout in dignity, "I understand that this is a personal situation for yourself, but my life is personal to me, I would know more about why I am to risk my life to help save your honor kind sir? For the small wage you are to pay, it is the least you can do.
"If you must know it is for my love. I plan to pledge my burning passion to her and prove I am a worthy suitor. Brave, rich, and good looking...what more would a woman want?"
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Lady Fant will appear shortly, with perhaps a third in tow. Just a little going on in the tavern proper first. And Rocco, that makes two of us sorry Robillard didn't come along. That could have been entertaining.
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"Well," replied Calamar the Dark in a nonchalant manner, "I have heard of better reasons, but I will not let you die for so foolish a thing as love. Be it in my power to aid you I will. I suggest that I rest a bit to re arrange my spells to our advantage. I can summon aid from another plane (monster summoning I) but I fea that the creature would not be able to compete. I think the best would be to memorize a ray that can sap there creatures strength, what do you think?" OOC, cool, this is my first PBP, well, not including the one I started with a different character, don't worry, I can keep up, I check them at least twice a day. Calamar the Darks spell book contains the following 1st level spells: Ray of enfeeblement, comprehend languages, Cause fear, shield, Mage Armor, silent image and monster summoning 1. Right now he has Ray of enfeeblement and monster summoning 1 memorized. Summoning is not very useful against a Croc, but I think the Ray would be. If you are wondering, I picked Wizard over Sorcerer for the feats and skills points for the high INT.
Thomas Hobbes, I would have loved to play Robillard, I had fun role-playing him, but he is lacking something and I think that psionics is the key, it will give him some fun role-playing skills in Diplomacy but also give him some power too, something to do other than sit and stare. So until Creamsteak finishes an adventure so I can rebuild Robillard and play him in a psionic game, I think he will have to sit on the side line . Perhaps I will keep his spirit alive in the Inn of the Red Dragon until then though , the Lady Fant will not be safe from his advances .
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Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of dragons sing thee to thy rest Ernest Gary Gygax (July 27, 1938 – March 4, 2008) www.dragonroots.net
So, you don't want a Digital Initiative? Do green brains got you down? Then Dragon Roots is the mail order magazine for you. Only at www.dragonroots.net
Wizard's First Rule: People are stupid People are stupid; given proper motivation, almost anyone will believe almost anything. Because people are stupid, they will believe a lie because they want to believe it’s true, or because they are afraid it might be true.
An aristocratic looking woman in well tailored, if practical, clothing and carrying a masterfully made sword at her side enters, followed by a short, dark-haired man.
"Good day," she says in a measured tone. "I am Lady Fant of Lionel, and this is Nielan Tal. We understand you seek companions for a hunting expidition."
Knowledge: Nobility +7.
__________________ “Taxation is very much like dairy farming. The task is to extract the maximum amount of milk with the minimum amount of moo. And I'm afraid to say, that these days, all I'm getting is moo.”
CAIN RICHTER the halfling scurries into the back room after Lady Fant.
Cain is a young halfling with long brown hair held in a ponytail and a goatee. He wears sturdy green clothes with a stiff leather breastplate. He carries a shortsword at his waist, tied to his belt by a lanyard.
He gives Lady Fant a perfunctory bow. "I overheard you mention a job, so I followed. Hope you don't mind, My lady."
He looks around the room and sees the gnome standing on the stool behind the table. He presumes this is the employer. He bows to Kevlin as well. "You are assembling a band? Hopefully I am not too late. Can you use a lock and trap worker?"
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"Greetings fellow adventurer, My name is Calamar the Dark," said the Dark skinned man as he pulled his hood over his head once again. The air began to dim slightly and an ominous feeling of dread creep through the night sky.
"I think that we may have need of your services little one," he continued, "however, you will forgive me if I don't shake your hand to seal the deal, I have known one to many halflings in my days. No hard feeling of course," he said, trying to hide his disdain.
OOC, never can trust a halfling
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Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of dragons sing thee to thy rest Ernest Gary Gygax (July 27, 1938 – March 4, 2008) www.dragonroots.net
So, you don't want a Digital Initiative? Do green brains got you down? Then Dragon Roots is the mail order magazine for you. Only at www.dragonroots.net
Wizard's First Rule: People are stupid People are stupid; given proper motivation, almost anyone will believe almost anything. Because people are stupid, they will believe a lie because they want to believe it’s true, or because they are afraid it might be true.
OOC: I'm not sure if this thread is still open for players to join. If not, please tell me to delete this post. Thanx"
Everyone can see an armored dwarf carrying a large shield approaching, the symbol of Grendath clearly crafted into the face of his shield. Those with keen eyes can see that he has a huge grin on his face, and seems to be exited for some reason.
"Did someone said adventure? How can you have a good one without a cleric of Grendath in your party?" The dwarf speaks while laughing loudly for no apparent reason. If there is something funny about that statement, well, he isn't telling.
"I think that we may have need of your services little one," he continued, "however, you will forgive me if I don't shake your hand to seal the deal, I have known one to many halflings in my days. No hard feeling of course," he said, trying to hide his disdain.
"This job will go easier if we are all cordial." Cain holds out his hand to Calamar. "Now shake my hand and we'll be friends." He smiles with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. "If you don't then we'll be enemies."
"Did someone said adventure? How can you have a good one without a cleric of Grendath in your party?"
Fant opens her mouth to offer an instinctual rebuke- You assume we're here to have fun- when things start to get tense between two of the others in the back room.
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"I think that we may have need of your services little one," Calamar continued, "however, you will forgive me if I don't shake your hand to seal the deal, I have known one to many halflings in my days. No hard feeling of course," he said, trying to hide his disdain.
"This job will go easier if we are all cordial." Cain holds out his hand to Calamar. "Now shake my hand and we'll be friends." He smiles with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. "If you don't then we'll be enemies."
Fant's hands begin to ball into fists, which she hides by clasping them behind her back and pacing away from the group before doing an about-face near her employer. "Behave yourselves, you two," she all but snaps. "I expect a certain level of professionalism, and I'm sure Lord Donoros does as well." She directs this last equally to the Dwarf follower of that frivolous and erratic god, the wizard who apparently can't differentiate between halflings and the halfling who doesn't have a thick enough skin to work with the wizard. Nielan, who has demonstrated at least some degree of discipline, is spared. Why, in the name of all the Gods above the elephant, can't I find an orderly, disciplined group of adventurers who concentrate soley on getting the job done? She composes herself a little. If this job goes as swimmingly as the last one, Iernath take you all she thinks darkly.
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Donoros clears his throat, "Yes, that will due. Here is your advance. We shall meet here tomarrow morning and start then. Any other questions?" He takes out five bags and gives one to each.
OOC: Yes, I had meant for Kevlins explaination to be heard by all when everyone was here so its a little out of order.
Lady Fant of Lionel knowledge check is a success (12+7=19 vs DC17):Your character has heard of 'Lord' Donoros. While technically he is a landowner and thus able to use that title he is not a blue blood. He was not born of a noble family. He was in fact born a commoner. Kevlin served as a mercenary wizard for some time before becoming a junior partner of the Southern Cross Trading Company. It is a very prosperous organization whose influence streches from here to the Tower of Fire. He used his wealth to buy Bryth Mannor from a noble family that had fallen on hard times. Suffice to say he is the butt of many jokes in court. Due to his ties they tolerate him at best.
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"I will not be threatened into a false friendship little one," said Calamar, "if you would have my friendship, then earn in, if you would make a mockery of me, then have my wrath. If kindly asked and insisted I would have shaken your hand in friendship, but now you have threatened me, tell me why I should now trust you?" He finished as is body was a pillar of no emotion.
"I only but need to buy two Alchemy bags and then I am ready, let us begin." OOc, memorizing two ray of enfeeblments and the same 0 level spells I have listed on my character sheet.
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Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of dragons sing thee to thy rest Ernest Gary Gygax (July 27, 1938 – March 4, 2008) www.dragonroots.net
So, you don't want a Digital Initiative? Do green brains got you down? Then Dragon Roots is the mail order magazine for you. Only at www.dragonroots.net
Wizard's First Rule: People are stupid People are stupid; given proper motivation, almost anyone will believe almost anything. Because people are stupid, they will believe a lie because they want to believe it’s true, or because they are afraid it might be true.
ooc: Goblin King, Are you saying that we will just continue as if everyone heard Kevlin's description? Sounds good to me.
Regarding this confrontation between Calamar and Cain: I'm not upset personally. I understand Rocco is RPing his character's low charisma. Of course being rude sometimes has consequences. I'm RPing my character too. My character has a low wisdom (impulsive, temper) plus I wouldn't let anyone talk to me like that in real life, so I don't see why my character would take it in a heroic fantasy game. Both of our characters are brand new, so neither of us has anything invested. It shouldn't be a big deal if one of them gets killed.
Goblin King: Do you mind if they fight before the planned adventure? If so, we could just schedule a duel afterwards and find a referee for it.
Cain stares at his hand, still not shaken. He continues to hold it out towards Calamar. He turns and smiles at Kevlin, and takes the offered bag with his other hand. He stows it in his pocket. Cain is very pleased that his first customer is also normal-sized like himself. His family warned him about the doublings (halfling word for human) of the wider world, and it now seems to have been warranted. Still, the Lady Fant and the others don't seem so bad.
"Thank you, your lordship." Cain says to Kevlin. "I'm afraid only one of us" he points with his handshake-hand to Calamar "may be back in the morning. Whichever of us it is will return the other's advance."
To Calamar he says "Those who make a mockery deserve wrath? You mocked me, but all I ask is the simple courtesy of a handshake. Ask nicely? Very well. Pretty please, with sugar on top, shake my hand or I will kill you."