jollyninja
First Post
it was raining in sharn, if you can believe it. hmph, always seems to rain in the tower city, like some long dead druid particularly fond of the stuff decided to take it upon himself to give the goblins a bath, heh..my home though and let someone complain 'bout it to vehemently and i'll give em an earful........ of steel friend. 'nuff 'bout me though, you weren't askin 'bout me now were ya? good answer friend, let me tell you 'bout the ones you were askin after. Archibald Feather? some call him a swashbuckler, some a dirty thief, truth lies, in the middle somewhere i guess, i'd say mister Feather is whatever he needs to be not to end up in the obituaries of the local rags and has a great time doin it.Baz? strange one that, didn't join the group until after an untimely death, advantageous for whoever he's workin for though. like i said he comes in later and i'm startin at the beginning. tracy? oh, you mean the cleaner, don't pinch that one pal unless you want to feel what it's like having the dust kicked off your head slowly. 1? well it's either the only warforged with a clue how the world works, or the war did something bad to it, real bad. others have drifted in and out of the story pal but these are the ones you asked me 'bout so i'll start with the dirt on them.
story starts with 1. yeah i know don't it allways? another joke like that and i'll end the danger to my patience that you are becoming. anyway, fresh off the forge 15 years ago, 1 finds itself in the breland millitary serving as a grunt. it is the only warforged in the unit and it's somethin keen to look at pal, shiniest damned warforged ya ever saw, but heavy and slow. built to last, it was. if it can get through the trial by fire that is wartime field training. it's unit is traveling through a mountian pass somewhere and the whole unit gets wiped out by an avalanche. thing is it doesn't die, not even knocked unconsious, bent near to the point of breaking and in pain the likes of which you and i probably can't fathom but not dead.
fifteen years later, tracy and a friend of her's spot a leg sticking out of some rubble at the bottom of a chasm. being a kind sort and some kinda priest or somethin, she heads down to help out. they dig it out and find that it aint dead, or even unconsious. it's a bit of a loudmouth and it keeps spoutin off bout some kinda machine god constantly. wierdest thing 'bout it though pal is the symbol on it's forehead, kinda like a one in a circle, all platinum from who knows where that by records i've heard of wouldn't o' been there afore he went under the rock. then 'e starts castin spells, healin' i mean reparin 'imself up rightly. tracy and her bud are on their way to sharn and since their newfound companion seems kinda confused and the like, they take it with. now, tracy's a looker but i'm told this bud weren't close with 'er that way. pretty sure she aint real fond o' men for some reason. mighta been growin up in a monastery full of 'em but i aint the sort to go askin straight out like.
they make their way to the tower city and of course, bein' adventurin types, stink up my favorite watterin hole. you're in it pal, if you can't remember the name, your problems are, i'm just guessin' 'ere, more extensive then i thought. tracy's an odd one pal, she's got a bit o' the touch o' the gods. i'm talkin the whole host loves this one. problem, she aint just 'bout cleanin up problems with 'er fists, she's bout usin a broom, mop, cloth or whatever's available. she cleans whenever she's not busy. was 'er job back at the monastery i'm told and she takes it seriouslike. if you feel like gettin hurt, go grab the mop outta 'er hands. heh.. thinks by cleanin the physical atmosphere, she can clean the spiritual one at the same time. clean up sharn hon? to many dead or empty souls here for one little lady to handle. still, nice to see someone like that come through here once in awhile, someone who still cares.
same time, goeffry the paladin o' the silver flame shows up here for the first time. decked out in 'is shiny armor, lookin like the silver flame took a dump and it started walkin 'round callin itself "geoffry" and actin like it too. bein adventurin types, the tracy crew hooks up with geoffry and calls it an evening. next day their allready lookin for somethin to do. they check the local rag and find some possible prospects, they set out to find a job. i heard a rumor that they approached a marked house for a direct contract second day in the big city, need some big helms these folks i'll tell ya. Thing is archibald's lookin for work in all the same places these folks have been and havin not much more luck findin honest work that pays in the city and doesn't ask for a reffrence. funny thing is they get it in their heads that he's followin 'em and nearly get into a bladed encounter with 'im 'fore they sort it out and join up.
they decide to check out one that don't pay but has it's heart in the right place. a kidnapping, to low for the watch to take care of or contract out even. desperate woman just wants her kid found, dead or alive like, just to know. no cash to pay for it. they go talk to the lady and find out that it's goblins that took the kid. she gets up in the middle o' the night to get a drink and nearly gets killed 'erself. they knock 'er over and run out with the kid, less then 4 months old. they check out the area and 1 looks for magic. it finds that there is magic on the woman. it shares the info with the group and they get suspicious of 'er real quick like. start grillin 'er 'fore they realise 'gain that she's the victim. they head for some o' archie's contacts. one of whom is sittin behind ya pal, DON'T LOOK! Reggie don't like people lookin at 'im since some recent events put 'im a bit on edge. they get put onto a half orc bar owner a bit further down more likely to have the knowin o' what they want. also owes Reggie some cash so they come in first as a reminder that reggie wants 'is cash and second to ask the questions they have. they begin their descent into the lower levels, not under mind, not yet but low, like on the ground. where's that ale you was talkin' 'bout earlier, need to wet my whistle 'fore i can continue.
story starts with 1. yeah i know don't it allways? another joke like that and i'll end the danger to my patience that you are becoming. anyway, fresh off the forge 15 years ago, 1 finds itself in the breland millitary serving as a grunt. it is the only warforged in the unit and it's somethin keen to look at pal, shiniest damned warforged ya ever saw, but heavy and slow. built to last, it was. if it can get through the trial by fire that is wartime field training. it's unit is traveling through a mountian pass somewhere and the whole unit gets wiped out by an avalanche. thing is it doesn't die, not even knocked unconsious, bent near to the point of breaking and in pain the likes of which you and i probably can't fathom but not dead.
fifteen years later, tracy and a friend of her's spot a leg sticking out of some rubble at the bottom of a chasm. being a kind sort and some kinda priest or somethin, she heads down to help out. they dig it out and find that it aint dead, or even unconsious. it's a bit of a loudmouth and it keeps spoutin off bout some kinda machine god constantly. wierdest thing 'bout it though pal is the symbol on it's forehead, kinda like a one in a circle, all platinum from who knows where that by records i've heard of wouldn't o' been there afore he went under the rock. then 'e starts castin spells, healin' i mean reparin 'imself up rightly. tracy and her bud are on their way to sharn and since their newfound companion seems kinda confused and the like, they take it with. now, tracy's a looker but i'm told this bud weren't close with 'er that way. pretty sure she aint real fond o' men for some reason. mighta been growin up in a monastery full of 'em but i aint the sort to go askin straight out like.
they make their way to the tower city and of course, bein' adventurin types, stink up my favorite watterin hole. you're in it pal, if you can't remember the name, your problems are, i'm just guessin' 'ere, more extensive then i thought. tracy's an odd one pal, she's got a bit o' the touch o' the gods. i'm talkin the whole host loves this one. problem, she aint just 'bout cleanin up problems with 'er fists, she's bout usin a broom, mop, cloth or whatever's available. she cleans whenever she's not busy. was 'er job back at the monastery i'm told and she takes it seriouslike. if you feel like gettin hurt, go grab the mop outta 'er hands. heh.. thinks by cleanin the physical atmosphere, she can clean the spiritual one at the same time. clean up sharn hon? to many dead or empty souls here for one little lady to handle. still, nice to see someone like that come through here once in awhile, someone who still cares.
same time, goeffry the paladin o' the silver flame shows up here for the first time. decked out in 'is shiny armor, lookin like the silver flame took a dump and it started walkin 'round callin itself "geoffry" and actin like it too. bein adventurin types, the tracy crew hooks up with geoffry and calls it an evening. next day their allready lookin for somethin to do. they check the local rag and find some possible prospects, they set out to find a job. i heard a rumor that they approached a marked house for a direct contract second day in the big city, need some big helms these folks i'll tell ya. Thing is archibald's lookin for work in all the same places these folks have been and havin not much more luck findin honest work that pays in the city and doesn't ask for a reffrence. funny thing is they get it in their heads that he's followin 'em and nearly get into a bladed encounter with 'im 'fore they sort it out and join up.
they decide to check out one that don't pay but has it's heart in the right place. a kidnapping, to low for the watch to take care of or contract out even. desperate woman just wants her kid found, dead or alive like, just to know. no cash to pay for it. they go talk to the lady and find out that it's goblins that took the kid. she gets up in the middle o' the night to get a drink and nearly gets killed 'erself. they knock 'er over and run out with the kid, less then 4 months old. they check out the area and 1 looks for magic. it finds that there is magic on the woman. it shares the info with the group and they get suspicious of 'er real quick like. start grillin 'er 'fore they realise 'gain that she's the victim. they head for some o' archie's contacts. one of whom is sittin behind ya pal, DON'T LOOK! Reggie don't like people lookin at 'im since some recent events put 'im a bit on edge. they get put onto a half orc bar owner a bit further down more likely to have the knowin o' what they want. also owes Reggie some cash so they come in first as a reminder that reggie wants 'is cash and second to ask the questions they have. they begin their descent into the lower levels, not under mind, not yet but low, like on the ground. where's that ale you was talkin' 'bout earlier, need to wet my whistle 'fore i can continue.
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