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<blockquote data-quote="Seravin" data-source="post: 729971" data-attributes="member: 6783"><p><strong>The past through today</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>What has gone on:</strong></p><p><em>~232 years ago</em></p><p><em>Near the village of Harrow, just past the Corlean pass, the combined Imperial Forces readied themselves for yet another attack by the barbarian hordes. The Shtaran Empire had expanded to this point over fifty years ago, yet the native tribes still persisted in trying to eradicate the imperial colonists. It fell to the Imperial Army to protect this village. </em></p><p><em>The odds were grim but the Imperial Mages had a plan. With the aid of some artifacts in their possession as well as a couple spells, they could teleport a contingent of soldiers behind the enemy after the battle was joined. The unexpected flanking maneuver would certainly shatter the native forces and render the area safer for many decades.</em></p><p><em>Sadly, a traitor-mage with dreams of power sabotages the effort. A key wizard is assassinated as well as two of the commander’s aides – putting the magical burden on a relatively inexperienced journeyman. The contingent, the entire chapter of the Sundering Sword, is indeed teleported – but they are scattered randomly across three hundred miles of hostile terrain. Some, like Kellron, are never heard from again.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>~170 years ago</em></p><p><em>Due to various intrigues from a variety of groups, magic is outlawed in the Empire. The Imperial Mages are disbanded. However, the mages have their own redoubt, The Library, located in a mountain fastness. They go into exile there whilst the Empire tries to ignore them.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>~62 years ago</em></p><p><em>Magic is once again legal to use in the Empire and the wizards of the Library setup embassies in the larger cities.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>3 months ago</em></p><p><em>A minor craftsman, by name of Dariv Tjerdon, finds a book describing certain rituals that could grant him power and wealth. Believing the world owes him a living, and a comfortable one at that, he has no care what some of the rituals entail. Nor does he question the mysterious circumstances in which he gained the book. Within a week he has more wealth then he has ever seen before and is introduced and apprenticed to a renegade-wizard.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>2 months ago</em></p><p><em>Kestral, A young woman of a minor family, uncomfortable with her life in the southern Duchy of Relk decides to leave her adoptive parents and get away. Needing money, she offers to carry missives and small packages to any place north of her home. Over the next several weeks she eventually makes her way to the Imperial Capital of Kalta. She never looks back.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>At about the same time, Jallarzi, a woman of elfin and human parentage comes into her own in the village of Eferdu. Her mother’s line traces six wizards of note across eight generations. Young Jallarzi finds that her family could trace seven – if she can find the training. Leaving home Jallarzi decides that it is now time to find herself and determine what she wants to do with her life.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>After weeks of spending much gold, Dariv draws unwanted attention to himself. Ashimar, a small-time thief raids Dariv’s apartment stealing a small amount of wealth and a very interesting book that seems to call to him.</em></p><p><em>The next night, a creature that looks like a demonic child attacks Ashimar. Ashimar barely survives and flees northward with the book and a hideous scar on his chest. Sensing the power of the book, Ashamir begins to study, hoping that there will be something in there that will help save his life.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>3 weeks ago</em></p><p><em>Rumor has it that a party of mercenaries, commissioned by the Lordan Trading House, has discovered a lost dwarven ruin apparently inhabited by orcs; the first orc tribe seen south of the mountains in over two hundred years.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>2 weeks ago</em></p><p><em>Kestrel accepts a commission from the Library to ferry a small message to their embassy in the town of Blasingdale.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>1 week ago</em></p><p><em>Kellron, having seen the mages start their casting, steels himself for the rough jolt he’s told to expect. There’s a flash of light and a ‘presence’. ‘A darkness has started to form, yet so far in the depths that none may find it yet.’ Says an infinitely patient voice. ‘Generations from now it will cover the landscape unless someone is willing to take up the sword. We ask you to leave here, your home, to awaken in the time of your great, great, grandchildren. Your order here is lost and scattered. Accepting this task will ensure that there will be some survivor of your chapter to stand firm. Will you do so? Your family will be cared for.’</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Kellron hesitates only a moment as regret overcomes him. ‘Give them my love.’ Is all that he asks. Moments later he is thrown to the ground as harsh reality grabs hold of his senses again. Looking up at the stars he sees that he’s south of mountains. North of him he can see the walls of a town or small city, with foothills starting not far from there. With a prayer and a sigh, he checks his weapon and shield and makes his way to this new place.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>That same night, an itinerant minstrel who styles himself ‘Panther’, a bastard-child of human and elfin blood, performs before his first audience on the streets of the city of Blasingdale. He manages to make a few silver coins and is invited to play at the inn just across the street.</em></p><p></p><p></p><p><strong>Day 1</strong>, Late-Spring (May) – Blasingdale, near the South Gate.</p><p>It was quiet in the early morning at the Blue Standard Inn while the handful of guests in the common room took breakfast. There were only four guests in the room, each sitting apart and minding their own business. None of them were obviously merchants.</p><p></p><p> Without a doubt the most striking of them was a flamboyant looking young man, dressed in black leather and a wild mane of brown hair. A cursory glance of his slightly-too-large gray eyes and his just-too-long ears peeking up through his hair showed that elfin blood was somewhere in his parentage. Despite his mode of dress, Panther had a devilish look in his eyes and looked more like a boy ready to steal a pie off the window then a man looking to cause trouble. Next to him was the harp he had used to earn his bread and room the night before. If he hurried he would be able to set up on the street corner on the main thoroughfare and make a fair amount of coin.</p><p></p><p>The next most striking amongst the small group was the young woman sitting across the room from Panther. Her body and face declared to all that she was a young woman in the prime of her life, yet her long hair was the color of snow. A closer look at her face and her violet eyes hinted at her half-elfin parentage though and quickly explained the odd hair and eye color in one so young. Despite being a young woman all alone, the serving wench treated Jallarzi with a surprising amount of diffidence. One of the girls had seen the young woman use magic to clean her room.</p><p></p><p>Between the two of them, his back to the wall and eye to the door, sat Ashimar, seemingly a dark mirror to Panther’s lively manner. Sharing a similar build, the young human presented a contrast to the wandering minstrel. A hunted look guarded his eyes and he kept track of every movement. Ashimar was plainly someone who had lived on the streets – and was spooked by what he saw.</p><p></p><p>Finally there was the dark haired gentleman sitting in the corner. He had been staying at the inn for a week now and while quiet, he was unfailing courteous. He sported the thick frame of someone use to wearing something far heavier then clothing, and the sword at his side had the worn and nicked look of something well used, like a craftsman’s tools. Kellron was still astounded at the changes that had occurred, and wondered briefly if the elfin folk felt the same way when they looked back over the years. Granted, the empire was as strong as ever, and even laid a tentative claim all the way to the Northern Shore. But magic had been abandoned for almost a full century and only lately permitted within the borders again.</p><p></p><p>Jallarzi’s sharp ears hear something that sounds suspiciously like a spoken spell coming from the open window nearby. When she turns to look she gets a good look at a dark-haired man with pinched features finishing the final gestures of a spell.</p><p>Brimstone fills the air moments later and three large, black rats with burning red eyes materialize in the center of the common room. Ever wary, Ashimar is already in motion, drawing his rapier to attack the rat closest to him.</p><p></p><p>Whether from heroism, basic goodness, or curiosity, Kellron, Jallarzi, and Panther all decide to help this unknown stranger. With their help the fight is short. Like Ashimar, Panther also wields a rapier; while Kellron shows that he has a more than passing familiarity with the military longsword at hi side. And Jallarzi impresses them all with bolts of raw magic.</p><p></p><p> Introductions are made and Ashimar thanks these people for helping him, letting them know the attack was probably directed at him. Jallarzi’s description of the man confirms it. The menacing nature of the rats convinces Kellron that something has to be done. Tired of running and with potential allies, Ashimar decides to go after this sorcerer. Jallarzi and Panther also agree to accompany them for their own reasons (power and curiosity respectively).</p><p></p><p>A short investigation gives them a small lead in finding this mysterious man. A man of the description they are looking for has been seen entering the South Gate in the morning and leaving by the gate in the evening. Thinking about it the group decides to head south knowing that there are some abandoned farms down the road a ways. Sure enough, a few hours travel brings them upon an abandoned farmhouse that seems in reasonable condition. A quick search reveals the place is housing a transient of some sort. They decide to lay in wait.</p><p></p><p>Many hours later the man they are looking for arrives. Tired, the party rushes him. The fight is brief and the man is quickly overwhelmed and killed, managing to only summon a cloud of fog. Kellron realizes that his actions were precipitous and resolves to ask more questions first. The sorcerer was undoubtedly guilty – but he was laid down without a word in edgewise.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Seravin, post: 729971, member: 6783"] [b]The past through today[/b] [B]What has gone on:[/B] [I]~232 years ago Near the village of Harrow, just past the Corlean pass, the combined Imperial Forces readied themselves for yet another attack by the barbarian hordes. The Shtaran Empire had expanded to this point over fifty years ago, yet the native tribes still persisted in trying to eradicate the imperial colonists. It fell to the Imperial Army to protect this village. The odds were grim but the Imperial Mages had a plan. With the aid of some artifacts in their possession as well as a couple spells, they could teleport a contingent of soldiers behind the enemy after the battle was joined. The unexpected flanking maneuver would certainly shatter the native forces and render the area safer for many decades. Sadly, a traitor-mage with dreams of power sabotages the effort. A key wizard is assassinated as well as two of the commander’s aides – putting the magical burden on a relatively inexperienced journeyman. The contingent, the entire chapter of the Sundering Sword, is indeed teleported – but they are scattered randomly across three hundred miles of hostile terrain. Some, like Kellron, are never heard from again. ~170 years ago Due to various intrigues from a variety of groups, magic is outlawed in the Empire. The Imperial Mages are disbanded. However, the mages have their own redoubt, The Library, located in a mountain fastness. They go into exile there whilst the Empire tries to ignore them. ~62 years ago Magic is once again legal to use in the Empire and the wizards of the Library setup embassies in the larger cities. 3 months ago A minor craftsman, by name of Dariv Tjerdon, finds a book describing certain rituals that could grant him power and wealth. Believing the world owes him a living, and a comfortable one at that, he has no care what some of the rituals entail. Nor does he question the mysterious circumstances in which he gained the book. Within a week he has more wealth then he has ever seen before and is introduced and apprenticed to a renegade-wizard. 2 months ago Kestral, A young woman of a minor family, uncomfortable with her life in the southern Duchy of Relk decides to leave her adoptive parents and get away. Needing money, she offers to carry missives and small packages to any place north of her home. Over the next several weeks she eventually makes her way to the Imperial Capital of Kalta. She never looks back. At about the same time, Jallarzi, a woman of elfin and human parentage comes into her own in the village of Eferdu. Her mother’s line traces six wizards of note across eight generations. Young Jallarzi finds that her family could trace seven – if she can find the training. Leaving home Jallarzi decides that it is now time to find herself and determine what she wants to do with her life. After weeks of spending much gold, Dariv draws unwanted attention to himself. Ashimar, a small-time thief raids Dariv’s apartment stealing a small amount of wealth and a very interesting book that seems to call to him. The next night, a creature that looks like a demonic child attacks Ashimar. Ashimar barely survives and flees northward with the book and a hideous scar on his chest. Sensing the power of the book, Ashamir begins to study, hoping that there will be something in there that will help save his life. 3 weeks ago Rumor has it that a party of mercenaries, commissioned by the Lordan Trading House, has discovered a lost dwarven ruin apparently inhabited by orcs; the first orc tribe seen south of the mountains in over two hundred years. 2 weeks ago Kestrel accepts a commission from the Library to ferry a small message to their embassy in the town of Blasingdale. 1 week ago Kellron, having seen the mages start their casting, steels himself for the rough jolt he’s told to expect. There’s a flash of light and a ‘presence’. ‘A darkness has started to form, yet so far in the depths that none may find it yet.’ Says an infinitely patient voice. ‘Generations from now it will cover the landscape unless someone is willing to take up the sword. We ask you to leave here, your home, to awaken in the time of your great, great, grandchildren. Your order here is lost and scattered. Accepting this task will ensure that there will be some survivor of your chapter to stand firm. Will you do so? Your family will be cared for.’ Kellron hesitates only a moment as regret overcomes him. ‘Give them my love.’ Is all that he asks. Moments later he is thrown to the ground as harsh reality grabs hold of his senses again. Looking up at the stars he sees that he’s south of mountains. North of him he can see the walls of a town or small city, with foothills starting not far from there. With a prayer and a sigh, he checks his weapon and shield and makes his way to this new place. That same night, an itinerant minstrel who styles himself ‘Panther’, a bastard-child of human and elfin blood, performs before his first audience on the streets of the city of Blasingdale. He manages to make a few silver coins and is invited to play at the inn just across the street.[/I] [B]Day 1[/B], Late-Spring (May) – Blasingdale, near the South Gate. It was quiet in the early morning at the Blue Standard Inn while the handful of guests in the common room took breakfast. There were only four guests in the room, each sitting apart and minding their own business. None of them were obviously merchants. Without a doubt the most striking of them was a flamboyant looking young man, dressed in black leather and a wild mane of brown hair. A cursory glance of his slightly-too-large gray eyes and his just-too-long ears peeking up through his hair showed that elfin blood was somewhere in his parentage. Despite his mode of dress, Panther had a devilish look in his eyes and looked more like a boy ready to steal a pie off the window then a man looking to cause trouble. Next to him was the harp he had used to earn his bread and room the night before. If he hurried he would be able to set up on the street corner on the main thoroughfare and make a fair amount of coin. The next most striking amongst the small group was the young woman sitting across the room from Panther. Her body and face declared to all that she was a young woman in the prime of her life, yet her long hair was the color of snow. A closer look at her face and her violet eyes hinted at her half-elfin parentage though and quickly explained the odd hair and eye color in one so young. Despite being a young woman all alone, the serving wench treated Jallarzi with a surprising amount of diffidence. One of the girls had seen the young woman use magic to clean her room. Between the two of them, his back to the wall and eye to the door, sat Ashimar, seemingly a dark mirror to Panther’s lively manner. Sharing a similar build, the young human presented a contrast to the wandering minstrel. A hunted look guarded his eyes and he kept track of every movement. Ashimar was plainly someone who had lived on the streets – and was spooked by what he saw. Finally there was the dark haired gentleman sitting in the corner. He had been staying at the inn for a week now and while quiet, he was unfailing courteous. He sported the thick frame of someone use to wearing something far heavier then clothing, and the sword at his side had the worn and nicked look of something well used, like a craftsman’s tools. Kellron was still astounded at the changes that had occurred, and wondered briefly if the elfin folk felt the same way when they looked back over the years. Granted, the empire was as strong as ever, and even laid a tentative claim all the way to the Northern Shore. But magic had been abandoned for almost a full century and only lately permitted within the borders again. Jallarzi’s sharp ears hear something that sounds suspiciously like a spoken spell coming from the open window nearby. When she turns to look she gets a good look at a dark-haired man with pinched features finishing the final gestures of a spell. Brimstone fills the air moments later and three large, black rats with burning red eyes materialize in the center of the common room. Ever wary, Ashimar is already in motion, drawing his rapier to attack the rat closest to him. Whether from heroism, basic goodness, or curiosity, Kellron, Jallarzi, and Panther all decide to help this unknown stranger. With their help the fight is short. Like Ashimar, Panther also wields a rapier; while Kellron shows that he has a more than passing familiarity with the military longsword at hi side. And Jallarzi impresses them all with bolts of raw magic. Introductions are made and Ashimar thanks these people for helping him, letting them know the attack was probably directed at him. Jallarzi’s description of the man confirms it. The menacing nature of the rats convinces Kellron that something has to be done. Tired of running and with potential allies, Ashimar decides to go after this sorcerer. Jallarzi and Panther also agree to accompany them for their own reasons (power and curiosity respectively). A short investigation gives them a small lead in finding this mysterious man. A man of the description they are looking for has been seen entering the South Gate in the morning and leaving by the gate in the evening. Thinking about it the group decides to head south knowing that there are some abandoned farms down the road a ways. Sure enough, a few hours travel brings them upon an abandoned farmhouse that seems in reasonable condition. A quick search reveals the place is housing a transient of some sort. They decide to lay in wait. Many hours later the man they are looking for arrives. Tired, the party rushes him. The fight is brief and the man is quickly overwhelmed and killed, managing to only summon a cloud of fog. Kellron realizes that his actions were precipitous and resolves to ask more questions first. The sorcerer was undoubtedly guilty – but he was laid down without a word in edgewise. [/QUOTE]
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