ByteRynn
First Post
-1/14/998 YK
Faolan sat peering at the stars, reading what they had to tell him. After several hours he rose, went inside the inn in northern Breland he had been staying and told the owner, “I will be leaving tomorrow. In one hour’s time, a new traveling companion will be coming and he will tell me where I must go next.”
One hour later, a warforged, carved from dark wood and stone entered the building. He requested a stable for his weary companion, a creature he called Razor Fang, and asked the inn keeper if he could sit in the common room while his beast rested, for he was traveling to Sharn, and it was a long walk. Faolan, noting his next destination, sat next to the warforged and introduced himself.
“My name is Willow.” Replied the man of wood and stone and steel.
-3/31/998 YK
Thea walked into the Clifftop Guild knowing that her last job would need to be the last one she tried all by herself. One trip into Dorasharn and one run-in with crazed zealot warforged was quite enough, thanks. Gox had done well to recommend Clifftop, as most of the denizens of the common room looked quite capable. In one corner, a number of adventurers were huddled around a table, watching a big man tell an astounding tale. Thea walked boldly up to the man when he was finished with his story and said, “Tell me another one big guy.”
-4/2/998 YK
“I swear, this map is to a tomb full of ancient artifacts. It hasn’t been looted-no chance. You just have to get there, break in, take all of the stuff, and bring me a cup. One little chalice that looks like this.” The half-elf woman handed a map and a drawn picture to the human woman and the half-giant man sitting across from her.
“100 platinum on return of the chalice?” Duneslayer asked.
“100 platinum on return of the chalice.” replied Leslin, the half-elf.
“We’ll need some help getting there.” Thea commented to her companion after leaving the tavern. “The two of us might have trouble getting across the country to the mountain tombs in the southwest.”
Duneslayer thought for a moment. “Two new guys wandered into the guild yesterday. Nature types. Let’s see what they are up to.”
-4/15/998 YK
Deep inside the golblinoid crypts in far southwestern Breland, the three adventurers, Duneslayer, Faolan, and Willow, took the opportunity of waiting for their fourth member to return from scouting ahead to rest. The fighting on the way down here had been harsh. Twisted animated corpses of long-dead goblins and hobgoblins didn't die easily, and the guardian golems they had set hadn't fallen without some effort either. According to their map, they should be in the crypt's treasure vaults soon...as soon as Thea showed up with a scouting report, anyway.
Thea climbed out of the well. “The damned shaft stops well short of the bottom and opens up. I couldn’t see walls nor floor from where it opened up. You’ll have to help me down by rope.”
With rope tied squarely around her waist, Thea is lowered by Duneslayer and Willow, with Faolan peering down the well, watching for signs of trouble.
Thea feels the side of the shaft open up, and becomes uneasy with the idea of nothingness surrounding her. Using her torch, she looks around for anything that might give her a clue as to where she is.
Thea:[sblock]Listen and SPock Check, plus any active spells you'd have up.[/sblock]
Everyone else: [sblock]Listen check plus any active spells you'd have up.[/sblock]
Faolan sat peering at the stars, reading what they had to tell him. After several hours he rose, went inside the inn in northern Breland he had been staying and told the owner, “I will be leaving tomorrow. In one hour’s time, a new traveling companion will be coming and he will tell me where I must go next.”
One hour later, a warforged, carved from dark wood and stone entered the building. He requested a stable for his weary companion, a creature he called Razor Fang, and asked the inn keeper if he could sit in the common room while his beast rested, for he was traveling to Sharn, and it was a long walk. Faolan, noting his next destination, sat next to the warforged and introduced himself.
“My name is Willow.” Replied the man of wood and stone and steel.
-3/31/998 YK
Thea walked into the Clifftop Guild knowing that her last job would need to be the last one she tried all by herself. One trip into Dorasharn and one run-in with crazed zealot warforged was quite enough, thanks. Gox had done well to recommend Clifftop, as most of the denizens of the common room looked quite capable. In one corner, a number of adventurers were huddled around a table, watching a big man tell an astounding tale. Thea walked boldly up to the man when he was finished with his story and said, “Tell me another one big guy.”
-4/2/998 YK
“I swear, this map is to a tomb full of ancient artifacts. It hasn’t been looted-no chance. You just have to get there, break in, take all of the stuff, and bring me a cup. One little chalice that looks like this.” The half-elf woman handed a map and a drawn picture to the human woman and the half-giant man sitting across from her.
“100 platinum on return of the chalice?” Duneslayer asked.
“100 platinum on return of the chalice.” replied Leslin, the half-elf.
“We’ll need some help getting there.” Thea commented to her companion after leaving the tavern. “The two of us might have trouble getting across the country to the mountain tombs in the southwest.”
Duneslayer thought for a moment. “Two new guys wandered into the guild yesterday. Nature types. Let’s see what they are up to.”
-4/15/998 YK
Deep inside the golblinoid crypts in far southwestern Breland, the three adventurers, Duneslayer, Faolan, and Willow, took the opportunity of waiting for their fourth member to return from scouting ahead to rest. The fighting on the way down here had been harsh. Twisted animated corpses of long-dead goblins and hobgoblins didn't die easily, and the guardian golems they had set hadn't fallen without some effort either. According to their map, they should be in the crypt's treasure vaults soon...as soon as Thea showed up with a scouting report, anyway.
Thea climbed out of the well. “The damned shaft stops well short of the bottom and opens up. I couldn’t see walls nor floor from where it opened up. You’ll have to help me down by rope.”
With rope tied squarely around her waist, Thea is lowered by Duneslayer and Willow, with Faolan peering down the well, watching for signs of trouble.
Thea feels the side of the shaft open up, and becomes uneasy with the idea of nothingness surrounding her. Using her torch, she looks around for anything that might give her a clue as to where she is.
Thea:[sblock]Listen and SPock Check, plus any active spells you'd have up.[/sblock]
Everyone else: [sblock]Listen check plus any active spells you'd have up.[/sblock]
