Marked by Destiny, Marked by Tragedy (Erekose13 Judging)
This is the thread for my dragonmark-themed adventure 'Marked by Destiny, Marked by Tragedy'. The maximum number of character slots is 6, recommended levels are 1-2. For all dicerolls please use Invisible Castle.
There's no hard and fast rules on how frequently I want you posting, not least of all because I'll be fairly sporadic myself in the first week of this adventure, however if it's a combat situation and you haven't responded to your call on the initiative queue after 24 hours I reserve the right to autopilot you for that turn.
Anyone who wishes to join please make a link to your sheet on the character thread in your first post. Aside from that, feel free to take as much liberty with the cab driver's personality as you like with your introductory post, she's not a major character.
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It's night time on the streets of Sharn and a surprisingly quiet one at that. The few dragonmarked citizens of upper Dura who were drawn out into the street by the... incident, have either retreated back into the safety of their homes or are watching a small pinprick of light at the base of the almost mile-long drop that borders Clifftop. Fo such a seemingly insignificant light among the spectacle that is nightime Sharn, nearly impossible to see amongst the sprawling network of everglow lanterns, they are staring awfully hard. Something is drawing the marked, though what that is is anyone's guess.
At the rim of the cliff a single skycar waits, manned by a surly looking hobgoblin woman of middling years who appears to be smoking some sort of foul-looking cigar. As you head towards her, she turns her head to you and a cloud of thick, black smoke eminates from her mouth.
"Where to stranger?"
Should you seek passage, a skycar could get you to the docks within minutes.
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Following shortly behind Arvin is the massive warforged Weapon. He looks at the tight fit and sighs, knowing it will be an adventure fitting them all. Waiting for the others to position themselves first, the warforged directs a look at Alysina and pointedly states, "And remember, I am not a 'sidekick.'"
__________________ stonegod -- LEB judge and spawn of Khyber since 2005 (Blog)
Silvanon nimbly steps quickly out of the tavern into the sky cab, shrugging off the effects of the ale.
He coughs harshly from the acrid smoke from the cigar as he enters the skycab, giving the hobgoblin woman a harsh glance. He sits down in a seat and he feels underneath his tunic for his dragonmark -- it is still quite warm to the touch, which was unusual, and growing rather uncomfortable.
He watches as several others from the tavern pile in, looking each one up and down, trying to gauge their capabilities and expertise. He thinks to himself, "Well, looks like Arvin could be a mage of some capacity, the metal man is obviously a warrior of some kind, but the others are still uncertain."
"Anyone have any insight into this mystery? My head is still swimming." He says aloud.
Brelach follows Weapon, watching the back of the warforged's dented legs. "Maybe you should get a Tin Woman to, er... 'polish you up', you know?" he grins at his own joke.
__________________ Current Campaign:The Shattered Isles Homebrew - Hammer (Minotaur Fighter 8), Kirra (Drow Rogue 8), Shedin (Dragonborn Paladin 8), Zahar (Half-Eladrin/Half Drow Bard 8), and Seahorse (Halfling Rogue 8). Currently the group is in the Feywild, trying to discover who is poisoning the drow.
Looking over the side of the Skycab as he sits down, Brelach pauses to consider Silvanon's question. The glow of his green eyes has died down just a little bit, to a more natural colour. "A specialized spell, probably. Illusion magic. Seems to involve the dragonmarks, obviously. Maybe an attempt by a kingdom to put one of the dynasties under it's thumb? Too early for speculation. In any case, it's a spell too powerful for me to hold... but I want to see it, in any case."
Brelach watches the hobgoblin pilot. "I steal spells." he says to no one in particular. "If you cast spells, and I sneak up behind you, I can take them and use them for myself. If I hit one of you, don't fight it - I can take your magic and use it myself... effectively almoset doubling the amount of spells that can be cast at any given time. It's a little trick a friend of mine showed me."
as an afterthought, Brelach tries to make a caring smile, but it just manages to look ghastly in the moonlight. "Don't worry, though - I know that most of you spellcasters are useless without magic. I, however, am not. Therefore, I won't steal too many of your spells - I'll do it only if absolutely necessary."
__________________ Current Campaign:The Shattered Isles Homebrew - Hammer (Minotaur Fighter 8), Kirra (Drow Rogue 8), Shedin (Dragonborn Paladin 8), Zahar (Half-Eladrin/Half Drow Bard 8), and Seahorse (Halfling Rogue 8). Currently the group is in the Feywild, trying to discover who is poisoning the drow.
"One, two, three, four, five. Only five? Oh right, then me. That's six--okay then, all aboard that's going aboard. Off to the docks--We've got a mystery to solve, gang! Hmmm...we should have a name for ourself. How about the Draconic Fellowship? The Draconic Fellowship and the Mystery of Destiny's Ripple--that sounds like a good name."
"Hmm, in that case we'd better start saving up coupons. I bet all the good names are expensive," Alysina suggests, "Now, once we get there, think we should go talk to Yolanda's brother first or do some scouting? I'd say 'Let's split up gang!', but then I think we should stick together in case we come across the source of the disturbance and it isn't friendly...Anything that can cause such a widespread and visceral effect with illusions is very powerful.
__________________ "That's so far over the line between genius and madness, it passed all the way through Cthulhuville and normalcy and all the way back to brilliance!"--MoogleEmpMog
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Weapon resisted a sigh. The soft ones subsisted on food and talking. That was his experience anyway. If the soft ones only had a finite number of breaths before expiration, then some burned through them quickly. Arvin, at least, seemed to conserve his breath.
While the others chatted, Weapon settled himself in to watch the ride.
__________________ stonegod -- LEB judge and spawn of Khyber since 2005 (Blog)
Brelach rolls his eyes at Alysina's chatter, but bites his tongue. As people talk about finding the brother of this woman, Brelach shakes his head. "We head straight to the source, I think. I can find that easily enough, even if we didn't have more than a few dragonmarked already looking in that direction. We get there, take a look at this magical effect, take whatever notes we can, and then we can help this woman's brother... whatever his name was."
"After all," he says, to no one in particular. "It's not like she PAID us to find her brother, or anything. If we find him, that's wonderful, it really is. If we don't..." Brelach shrugs.
__________________ Current Campaign:The Shattered Isles Homebrew - Hammer (Minotaur Fighter 8), Kirra (Drow Rogue 8), Shedin (Dragonborn Paladin 8), Zahar (Half-Eladrin/Half Drow Bard 8), and Seahorse (Halfling Rogue 8). Currently the group is in the Feywild, trying to discover who is poisoning the drow.
Brelach turns towards Silvanon and nods his head. "it's nice to have someone who has a head on his shoulders." Afterwards, he stares over the side of the cab, looking down at the city below.
__________________ Current Campaign:The Shattered Isles Homebrew - Hammer (Minotaur Fighter 8), Kirra (Drow Rogue 8), Shedin (Dragonborn Paladin 8), Zahar (Half-Eladrin/Half Drow Bard 8), and Seahorse (Halfling Rogue 8). Currently the group is in the Feywild, trying to discover who is poisoning the drow.
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