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Monday, 3rd September, 2012, 02:35 AM #1
Guide (Lvl 11)
IC The Thirteenth Moon: Night of the Blood MoonFormatting Notes and Posting Guidelines
Mandyran: "Just about everyone's gone home," he mutters. "Not that I blame them. A dark omen like that! I might as well close up for the night. It is nice of you to stay, Dorius," he says to the gnome sitting at the table with him, "but there is hardly anyone left. Most of them them went to hide at home I suppose. Judging by the screams I keep hearing, there are still people just catching sight of it for the first time. That," he trails off for a moment, "or something more sinister going on. Anyway, I will start locking up the doors. I'll leave one open for the rest of the folks to leave."
Dorius had never seen his mentor so graven and distraught before. Of course, even back in Zilargo thirteen was an unlucky number. The gnomes were as superstitious as any, and had their own tales about the Thirteenth Moon. Its appearance was said to herald the rise of an opposition to enlightened ideals, as well as war and famine.
Across the room, Dorius crosses eyes with his friend, Berrent. He had met with the fellow a few times starting with his first missive back to Zilargo. Berrent had received an invitation from Dorius to attend the party at the Golden Horn, for which he was grateful. He was hoping to start building up a network of friends and associates to get his reputation as an inquisitive off the ground. A gathering such as this held promise, that is, until the arrival of the Blood Moon scattered almost everyone to the wind. He was beginning to think it might be best to call it a night.
Mandyran: "You can probably take the rest of the night off too, Bront," Mandyran says to his bouncer. "There just isn't enough business tonight to justify staying open."
Brad, the changeling who was moonlighting as his half-orc persona, Bront, could not help but reflect on the fact that Mandyran was right. There was hardly a soul left in the Golden Horn. Even some of the staff had fled in abject terror when the Blood Moon appeared. It did not frighten Brad, however. Within the changeling community there was a saying about the Thirteenth Moon: "All will be righted on the rise of the lost moon." For many it was a reference to the many years of persecution changelings had suffered at the hands of Inquisitions, purges, and other misunderstandings that had plagued their race, and perhaps a strong spirit of optimism, even if it was something most considered impossible. Yet Brad could not deny his eyes. The Blood Moon hung in the sky, clear for all to see.
Alise sat at a table with some fellow students from meditation class. They had agreed to meet in advance of the start of classes to get to know each other, but there were very few of them left and the last of them were just now deciding that going home would probably be best. As the other students rose, Alise was dejectedly nursing her drink and caught Brad's eye. He had noticed the human just the other day coming to the defense of a poor girl in the streets being accosted by guards making lewd and raunchy comments. He was not sure how she had managed to do so. It was clearly not magic, but obviously something that involved more than honeyed words.
Lt. Dane: "So much for a party, eh?" the knight of the Citadel says to Vigil as the two sit alone. The other members of the King's Wands had retreated to Ambassador Towers already on Lt. Dane's orders to prepare for a potentially busy night. "I figured this would be a great place to spend the evening. Such a pity. And Mandyran was happy to have more warforged like yourself around in recognition of the evening's theme. I was hoping you'd have more chance to socialize. I know acclimating to non-combat situations has been difficult for you. Well, I had best be moving along as well. It is quite possible the King's Wands may be called upon this night to deal with some dangerous threat. Things like this always seem to bring out the madness in people. Feel free to stop by the Citadel later if you have the need." With that, Lt. Dane rises to leave.
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Monday, 3rd September, 2012, 03:11 AM #2
Acolyte (Lvl 2)
Dorius takes a moment to take in the scene for before answering Mandyran. So many strangers, so many potential sources... "I know I should be scared like everyone else, Mandyran, but I can't help but see this is strange celestial occurrence as the perfect subject for my first big scoop! Excuse me, would you?"
Crossing the room to Berrent's table, Dorius hails the human and asks "Berrent, old buddy, how would you feel about being quoted in the Korranberg Chronicle as an eye-witness to this century's premier celestial event? All you need to do is provide me with your keen-eyed observations. Why don't you start with where you were when you first noticed the rise of the blood-red thirteenth moon?" Dorius produces a worn, leather-bound notebook and a sharpened stick of graphite from his vest, ready to record.
Monday, 3rd September, 2012, 04:24 PM #3
Defender (Lvl 8)
Brad as the burly half-orc Bront heads over to Alise's table. I'd prefer to be in human form for this, but you work with what's at hand. As he's working tonight, he's clad in his scale mail and his greatsword clinks at his back.
"Hi. I'm sure you don't remember me but I think I've seen you before. You help people, don't you? This moon, it means change but that's not always bad."
Monday, 3rd September, 2012, 09:01 PM #4
Guide (Lvl 11)
Knowledge DCs regarding the Thirteenth Moon
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Monday, 3rd September, 2012, 11:00 PM #5
Scout (Lvl 6)
Alise looks up startled at the burly half-orc, wondering where she could have possibly met someone like him without noticing.
"Oh, Hello. I just try to be a good person that's all. Do the right thing, that's what the Host would want us to do. As for change, the moon, I know change doesn't have to be bad, but in my experience..." she goes silent for a moment. "No, it's not always bad. But we have to take charge of destiny, I think, make choices that keep it from being bad. My father showed me that."
Tuesday, 4th September, 2012, 02:58 AM #6
Waghalter (Lvl 7)
"It's exciting, isn't it, Dorius?" Berrent says. "Okay, so I was here, in the Golden Horn, when I heard the screams outside. So of course I ran outside. Everyone was looking up, like tourists or something. Then I saw the moon. It's a blood drop on black mirror just floating up there. I can understand why everyone was so scared. I sure was when I first saw it. But then I realized there's not much it can do up there in the night sky. If anything, it's a sign of exciting times. Something like that doesn't happen without something big coming soon."
He takes a drink and looks at Dorius. "That good?"
Tuesday, 4th September, 2012, 03:11 AM #7
Guide (Lvl 11)
Mandyran moves about the tavern shuttering the windows and closing doors, but as he makes it to the main entryway, he is startled by a lone figure who staggers into the room. The individual is cloaked and his features are masked, but the trail of blood he leaves as he hobbles several steps inward are clearly evident. He grasps a hold of Mandyran with his right hand, which is stained from blood while his left hand clutches his side in pain. He appears to be suffering from terrible wounds.
Lone Figure: "The mark..." he coughs, spurting blood and holding tightly to Mandyran, "Death has returned..."
With that, the elf collapses on the floor, and a pool of blood begins to flow around his torso beneath him. Mandyran kneels down hurriedly and tries to staunch the flow of blood with his hands using the elf's cloak.
Mandyran: "Is there a healer in the house?" he cries.OOC
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Tuesday, 4th September, 2012, 03:35 AM #8
Waghalter (Lvl 7)
"Whoa! What happened?" Berrent rushes to the door and looks out for whoever stabbed the elf. He also looks for the direction the trail of blood comes from. His hand is on his rapier and his eyes dart about.
Tuesday, 4th September, 2012, 04:32 AM #9
Acolyte (Lvl 2)
OOC: Dorius' skill checks for Thirteenth Moon knowledge
Tuesday, 4th September, 2012, 04:40 AM #10
Magsman (Lvl 14)
Vigil nods to the parting lieutenant. "Your company gives Vigil clarity. May the Light shine upon you."
Vigil becomes eerily inert, save for his head which occassionaly pivots from side to side as he scans the tavern. He focuses on snippets of conversation as he tries to understand the chaos of the revelers.
Upon hearing the mention of the Blood Moon, he reaches into his mind to find any relevant information about... well, about information.
Vigil is an introvert by nature, uncomfortable with cordial social interaction. The Order of the Silver Flame... there are rules to follow, rituals to be observed and properly obeyed. He does not know how to relate to the raw and unpredictable emotions of people.
With the entrance of the wounded elf, Vigil suddenly swings his legs about and stands. "Vigil will assist," he says loudly. He pushes his way through the crowd and prepares a healing litany, calling to the Light to share its life energy with the casualty.
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