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<blockquote data-quote="BladeSmith" data-source="post: 3277280" data-attributes="member: 45844"><p><strong>Prelude</strong></p><p></p><p>NOT THE STUFF OF LEGEND:</p><p></p><p><em>Gorin</em>, dwarf, leader. A devout paladin who was banished from his mountain home for teaching the ways of Mordain to outsiders, he hopes to one day regain his honor and his clan.</p><p></p><p><em>Gwendolyn</em>, Gnome. A skilled healer, her easygoing nature makes her a wonderful companion. She is drawn to adventure for the experience and the fun.</p><p></p><p><em>Amethyst</em>, elf, monk. Throwing off the shackles of tradition, she sought a deeper path. However well intentioned her quest for enlightenment began, she has lost herself in the lands un-walked by ocean dwellers.</p><p></p><p><em>Damon</em>, magic-user. He loathes the fiendish origins of his power, but loves the power itself. He struggles to maintain his control of it, lest the power rend his very soul.</p><p></p><p><em>Sethrie </em> <em>Moonmeadow</em>, Ti’ral’s sister, magic-user. Naturally skilled with magic, she loves learning anything and everything. The wizard to whom she is apprenticed insists that only so much learning can come from books, and that true knowledge comes with experience. It is at his urging that she begins this adventure.</p><p></p><p><em>Ti’ral Moonmeadow</em>, Sethrie’s sister, rogue. The only thing sharper than her blade is her tongue. Her elfish grace enhances her formidable talents at stealth and acquisition. </p><p></p><p><em>Crunch Half-Orc</em>, descendant of One-Ear. His mixed heritage gives him strength unknown by normal men. He dislikes fighting, but once engaged will dispatch his enemies with skill and efficiency.</p><p></p><p><em>Janie Lorebringer</em>, Halfling, druid. An ancient prophesy spoke of a girl born with a lightning bolt mark who would return lost knowledge to the world. Janie bears that mark on her left shoulder. </p><p></p><p>THESE EIGHT HAVE THE POWER TO SAVE THE WORLD, IF THEY CAN FIND IT WITHIN THEMSELVES.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Prelude:</p><p></p><p>To call Diamond Lake a muddy little smudge on the edge of the map is probably a compliment the town doesn’t deserve. The crystalline waters of the lake from which the town derived its name have long since turned into a brownish polluted sludge. Diamond Lake is a town wholly devoted to mining, and the entertainment of miners when they aren’t mining. It is in this grimy city of immorality that we set the stage for our adventure.</p><p></p><p>14 years ago – City of Rastor – Deep in the Lortmil Mountains</p><p></p><p> Gorin sat quietly, waiting in anticipation. He was in the Great Hall, the only cavern large enough to hold the majority of his clan. The hall was as quiet as any room filled with several thousand stomping dwarven boots could be. High in the alcove, a door opened and the leaders of the council walked forward to address the crowd. Gorin looked into the eyes of those leaders, and his heart sank. He knew the answer they were about to give.</p><p> </p><p>“Gorin of the Stronghammer Clan, Stand and face your accusers,” came the voice of Celene, High Priestess of Mordain and current Head of the Council. “You stand accused of heresy. We have heard the arguments from both sides and are prepared to deliver our judgment. You taught the ways of Mordain, God of the Dwarves, to outsiders. This is FACT. By the laws of our people, this heresy is punishable by death. This is FACT. However, this council is not blind to the service you have done to the church. You are henceforth stripped of all rank and privilege and BANISHED from our lands. You may walk from these mountains with your life and your shame, but know this. If you ever return, we will throw you off the highest peaks, Oath Breaker.”</p><p></p><p> The old dwarf beside Gorin put his hand on the exiles shoulder. “I’m sorry friend,” Dain whispered. “Your family’s armor will be hidden for you near the springtime herding grounds. I fear that you will need its protection in the lands of exile.”</p><p></p><p>10 years ago – City of Diamond Lake</p><p></p><p>A young elf by the name of Ti’ral quietly approached another young elf gently drawing in the sand. Sethrie, who was none the wiser of her sister stealthily sneaking up on her, was thoroughly enjoying the breeze blowing lazily about the garden. Ti’ral stood behind her for a moment, enjoying the game, before suddenly reaching out and grabbing her by the shoulder and whispering “Gotcha” in her ear. Sethrie shrieked out a yell and spun around in alarm. The magic coursed through her unbidden or called for and lashed out at her assailant in a flash of lavender light. Ti’ral stood dumbfounded as a swatch of her dark brown hair turned a violent shade of purple. “Wow, I didn’t know you could do magic Sethrie. Do it again.” Sethrie looked down at her hands as though they belonged to some strange creature and not herself. “I didn’t know I could do it either,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.</p><p></p><p>Allustan Neff, a friendly wizard and the smartest man in Diamond Lake, observed the scene from atop his horse. He had felt the tingle of magic and paused to observe the girls. A grin stole across his face. “This is good,” he thought to himself, “I’ve been meaning to hire an apprentice, and it seems as though one has been provided for me.” Less than an hour later he had a note penned up and delivered to the Moonmeadow residence. Sethrie began her lessons soon after.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="BladeSmith, post: 3277280, member: 45844"] [b]Prelude[/b] NOT THE STUFF OF LEGEND: [I]Gorin[/I], dwarf, leader. A devout paladin who was banished from his mountain home for teaching the ways of Mordain to outsiders, he hopes to one day regain his honor and his clan. [I]Gwendolyn[/I], Gnome. A skilled healer, her easygoing nature makes her a wonderful companion. She is drawn to adventure for the experience and the fun. [I]Amethyst[/I], elf, monk. Throwing off the shackles of tradition, she sought a deeper path. However well intentioned her quest for enlightenment began, she has lost herself in the lands un-walked by ocean dwellers. [I]Damon[/I], magic-user. He loathes the fiendish origins of his power, but loves the power itself. He struggles to maintain his control of it, lest the power rend his very soul. [I]Sethrie [/I] [I]Moonmeadow[/I], Ti’ral’s sister, magic-user. Naturally skilled with magic, she loves learning anything and everything. The wizard to whom she is apprenticed insists that only so much learning can come from books, and that true knowledge comes with experience. It is at his urging that she begins this adventure. [I]Ti’ral Moonmeadow[/I], Sethrie’s sister, rogue. The only thing sharper than her blade is her tongue. Her elfish grace enhances her formidable talents at stealth and acquisition. [I]Crunch Half-Orc[/I], descendant of One-Ear. His mixed heritage gives him strength unknown by normal men. He dislikes fighting, but once engaged will dispatch his enemies with skill and efficiency. [I]Janie Lorebringer[/I], Halfling, druid. An ancient prophesy spoke of a girl born with a lightning bolt mark who would return lost knowledge to the world. Janie bears that mark on her left shoulder. THESE EIGHT HAVE THE POWER TO SAVE THE WORLD, IF THEY CAN FIND IT WITHIN THEMSELVES. Prelude: To call Diamond Lake a muddy little smudge on the edge of the map is probably a compliment the town doesn’t deserve. The crystalline waters of the lake from which the town derived its name have long since turned into a brownish polluted sludge. Diamond Lake is a town wholly devoted to mining, and the entertainment of miners when they aren’t mining. It is in this grimy city of immorality that we set the stage for our adventure. 14 years ago – City of Rastor – Deep in the Lortmil Mountains Gorin sat quietly, waiting in anticipation. He was in the Great Hall, the only cavern large enough to hold the majority of his clan. The hall was as quiet as any room filled with several thousand stomping dwarven boots could be. High in the alcove, a door opened and the leaders of the council walked forward to address the crowd. Gorin looked into the eyes of those leaders, and his heart sank. He knew the answer they were about to give. “Gorin of the Stronghammer Clan, Stand and face your accusers,” came the voice of Celene, High Priestess of Mordain and current Head of the Council. “You stand accused of heresy. We have heard the arguments from both sides and are prepared to deliver our judgment. You taught the ways of Mordain, God of the Dwarves, to outsiders. This is FACT. By the laws of our people, this heresy is punishable by death. This is FACT. However, this council is not blind to the service you have done to the church. You are henceforth stripped of all rank and privilege and BANISHED from our lands. You may walk from these mountains with your life and your shame, but know this. If you ever return, we will throw you off the highest peaks, Oath Breaker.” The old dwarf beside Gorin put his hand on the exiles shoulder. “I’m sorry friend,” Dain whispered. “Your family’s armor will be hidden for you near the springtime herding grounds. I fear that you will need its protection in the lands of exile.” 10 years ago – City of Diamond Lake A young elf by the name of Ti’ral quietly approached another young elf gently drawing in the sand. Sethrie, who was none the wiser of her sister stealthily sneaking up on her, was thoroughly enjoying the breeze blowing lazily about the garden. Ti’ral stood behind her for a moment, enjoying the game, before suddenly reaching out and grabbing her by the shoulder and whispering “Gotcha” in her ear. Sethrie shrieked out a yell and spun around in alarm. The magic coursed through her unbidden or called for and lashed out at her assailant in a flash of lavender light. Ti’ral stood dumbfounded as a swatch of her dark brown hair turned a violent shade of purple. “Wow, I didn’t know you could do magic Sethrie. Do it again.” Sethrie looked down at her hands as though they belonged to some strange creature and not herself. “I didn’t know I could do it either,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. Allustan Neff, a friendly wizard and the smartest man in Diamond Lake, observed the scene from atop his horse. He had felt the tingle of magic and paused to observe the girls. A grin stole across his face. “This is good,” he thought to himself, “I’ve been meaning to hire an apprentice, and it seems as though one has been provided for me.” Less than an hour later he had a note penned up and delivered to the Moonmeadow residence. Sethrie began her lessons soon after. [/QUOTE]
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