Ghostknight
First Post
DM Note
See here for info on timekeeping in Tumil and the Calendar
Sychella/ Gor - Day 13 Month of the Sword, 1789 AI
You are sitting in the tavern after having arrived in Tumil with a larger caravan. Not having much to do until the formalaties are completed and trading can start, you get to look around the tavern, filled mainly with humans and orcs with a splattering of other races.
Business is brisk and service seems to be excellent - for others! Everything seems to take just a bit of extra time to get to your table, although whether it is the minotaur or drow that is causing the problem is not readily discernable. A;though at least in the busy tavern you are left relatively alone with most choosing indirect routes to avoid your table.
A member of the city militia enters, looks around, and heads towards your table. Giving a brief salute to Sychella he quickly addresses you
"Sychella of House Kemir, Master of Tumil, requests your attendance at his residence. Your bodyguard is welcome to join you if you desire. If you would be so kind as to join him tonight at bell four."
(It is currently 10 gong)
As he finishes speaking to you he goes to the innkeeper and then walks over to a man seated in the corner.
Argentus Whitesoul - Day 10 Month of the Sword, 1789 AI
Argent you haven't posted a history for Argentus so I am taking some liberty with him
Time has been a blur. You remember the casting, the Celestial Chorus' last instructions
"You are our vanguard. Go and see if you can help those below beset by the forces of evil. Let us hope that you can be more succesful than those who went before."
The last syllables of magic were uttered, you felt yourself stretched, unravelled, your last sight the candles in the ritual circle, and then silence, darkness.
You awaken in a small office. Standing before you is kin. Not a full celestial, but definitely one with the blood. He looks at you. Surprised. Looking to his right is another one with celstial blood, but far back in his ancestry, being one of this plane now.
"Welcome brother, we are glad to see you, but I wonder at how you came to be trapped in a scroll. One recently found by a scavenging party. Please, relax and make yourself comfortable. Once you feel comfortable perhaps you will tell us what it is you are here for."
Farlor - Day 13 Month of the Sword, 1789 AI
You recently arrived in Tumil. Wandering across the land, hiding from patrols you joined up with a caravan shortly before they reached the outside pickets of the city. The guards questioned you closely, but your aura of peace and the divination magics they employed convinced them that it would be safe to let you into the city.
You have wandered through the city for a few days, and find yourself back at the tavern where the innkeeper has provided you with food each day and allowed you to sleep in the common room in exchange for your calming presence.
You are sitting in a corner, nursing a drink when you see a member of the city guard addressing a drow and a minotaur. When he finishes speaking to them he heads over to the innkeeper, has a brief conversation with him and walks over to you and salute.
"Farlor, of the Brothers of the Open Hand, Gehrohg, Master of Tumil, requests your attendance at his residence. If you would be so kind as to join him tonight at bell four."
Racid Stonefist -Day 13 Month of the Sword, 1789 AI
For a change you have been confined to barracks - another fight in the tavern being added to the tally. Much to the despair of your seniors in the army being confined to barracks does not seem to be helping to curb some of your worse behavior and they are looking to find some way to control some of your worse issues, you arean useful soldier and they would rather not kick you out of the army just yet.
As you sit contemplating the rather bleak walls of the barracks the sergeant walks in. Looking at you he quickly speaks
"Racid, it seems that Gerogh has an use for you. He wants you at his house tonight at bell four. Try not to get into any fights with the other guests, it is not the tavern."
See here for info on timekeeping in Tumil and the Calendar
Sychella/ Gor - Day 13 Month of the Sword, 1789 AI
You are sitting in the tavern after having arrived in Tumil with a larger caravan. Not having much to do until the formalaties are completed and trading can start, you get to look around the tavern, filled mainly with humans and orcs with a splattering of other races.
Business is brisk and service seems to be excellent - for others! Everything seems to take just a bit of extra time to get to your table, although whether it is the minotaur or drow that is causing the problem is not readily discernable. A;though at least in the busy tavern you are left relatively alone with most choosing indirect routes to avoid your table.
A member of the city militia enters, looks around, and heads towards your table. Giving a brief salute to Sychella he quickly addresses you
"Sychella of House Kemir, Master of Tumil, requests your attendance at his residence. Your bodyguard is welcome to join you if you desire. If you would be so kind as to join him tonight at bell four."
(It is currently 10 gong)
As he finishes speaking to you he goes to the innkeeper and then walks over to a man seated in the corner.
Argentus Whitesoul - Day 10 Month of the Sword, 1789 AI
Argent you haven't posted a history for Argentus so I am taking some liberty with him
Time has been a blur. You remember the casting, the Celestial Chorus' last instructions
"You are our vanguard. Go and see if you can help those below beset by the forces of evil. Let us hope that you can be more succesful than those who went before."
The last syllables of magic were uttered, you felt yourself stretched, unravelled, your last sight the candles in the ritual circle, and then silence, darkness.
You awaken in a small office. Standing before you is kin. Not a full celestial, but definitely one with the blood. He looks at you. Surprised. Looking to his right is another one with celstial blood, but far back in his ancestry, being one of this plane now.
"Welcome brother, we are glad to see you, but I wonder at how you came to be trapped in a scroll. One recently found by a scavenging party. Please, relax and make yourself comfortable. Once you feel comfortable perhaps you will tell us what it is you are here for."
Farlor - Day 13 Month of the Sword, 1789 AI
You recently arrived in Tumil. Wandering across the land, hiding from patrols you joined up with a caravan shortly before they reached the outside pickets of the city. The guards questioned you closely, but your aura of peace and the divination magics they employed convinced them that it would be safe to let you into the city.
You have wandered through the city for a few days, and find yourself back at the tavern where the innkeeper has provided you with food each day and allowed you to sleep in the common room in exchange for your calming presence.
You are sitting in a corner, nursing a drink when you see a member of the city guard addressing a drow and a minotaur. When he finishes speaking to them he heads over to the innkeeper, has a brief conversation with him and walks over to you and salute.
"Farlor, of the Brothers of the Open Hand, Gehrohg, Master of Tumil, requests your attendance at his residence. If you would be so kind as to join him tonight at bell four."
Racid Stonefist -Day 13 Month of the Sword, 1789 AI
For a change you have been confined to barracks - another fight in the tavern being added to the tally. Much to the despair of your seniors in the army being confined to barracks does not seem to be helping to curb some of your worse behavior and they are looking to find some way to control some of your worse issues, you arean useful soldier and they would rather not kick you out of the army just yet.
As you sit contemplating the rather bleak walls of the barracks the sergeant walks in. Looking at you he quickly speaks
"Racid, it seems that Gerogh has an use for you. He wants you at his house tonight at bell four. Try not to get into any fights with the other guests, it is not the tavern."
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