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<blockquote data-quote="Breezly" data-source="post: 1293682" data-attributes="member: 12847"><p><strong>Post 010104 – The Shadow of Midwinter, 1372DR</strong></p><p></p><p>As the festival continues, you lose yourselves in the merriment and activity of those in the Market. Bards are singing all of the crowd favorites, there is dancing in the streets. The smiles of the merchants and patrons speak of cordial trading. The smells of the food mingles through the crowds attracting the hungry to the source. All is well with the city of Silverymoon.</p><p></p><p>You feel the chill almost before it is upon you. Fear, its icy cold grip reaches into your very soul causing you to cringe and shiver. A long shadow is cast over the Market and the songs are replaced by the screams of the terrified. The shadow passes and soon its source comes into view, and you now know the source of your fear. From out of a nightmare comes the very real terror of an ancient dragon, casting its shadow over the city. Terror grips you and you want to run, but find you lack the strength. You want to scream but there is no breath in your lungs. You want to look away, but find that you cannot take your eyes away. The green scales of the dragon shimmer in the daylight as it turns above the city, as if to show the citizens of Silverymoon its true power. Never in your life have you seen such a creature of immense size and power. From the streets bolts of lighting and fire shoot up towards the creature. The Knights in Silver regain some of their composure and start to rally in the market, forming up in their battle formations.</p><p></p><p>The dragon completes its turn over Silverymoon, the wind generated by its passing over ripples through the Market, tents, flags and clothing all fill with the strong breeze. Circling lower, the dragon finally unfurls its wings and slows, perching at the apex of the Moonbridge. Utter terror fills you as the huge dragon scans the city. Once again magical attacks are launched at the creature as fire, lighting and other offensive spells blast at the dragon from all points throughout the city. A concentration of magical energy is launched from the area of the magical colleges, but, as with the other magic, it disperses as it reaches the dragon. Mockingly, the creature laughs as the attacks slow and then finally cease. Its deep laughter speaks of countless ages of life; its voice holds such power to keep you frozen where you stand.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Lime">“Fools. You cannot harm me with your useless magic. I could destroy you if I deemed and level this city to the very ground. Long have I slept in the shadow of you meaningless wretches. Long have I watched you from my domain. Your pitiful magic and your foolish sense of safety thinking your Wards could keep me out. Did you think you were safe from me? From Garlyntraxil? Your useless boring lives should be forfeit to me.”</span></p><p></p><p>The dragon Garlyntraxil pauses momentarily to sweep a small contingent of Knights in Silver off the Monbridge. With a pass of is great tail the Knights are easily pushed away from the Dragon. You can see their silver forms plunge the 60 feet from the bridge into the River Rauvin below.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Lime">“Had I want to destroy this city I could easily remove you from the maps of Faerun. But that would be so unchallenging. You bore me and I long for something more entertaining. So, I offer you this one chance for survival, one chance to save the fate of Silverymoon from certain death. A little sport, if you will, some entertainment for me.”</span></p><p></p><p>With that, the dragon lifts its great arm above his head and sweeps it across its body. Streaks of green light fly out of its hands and move towards the Market. Fearing for their lives, the people of the Market scatter to seek shelter, but you find that your legs cannot move. The lights flash with a bright green brilliance, as they get closer to you. As the lights hit the ground you hear a loud clink as if the lights were made of glass. Green orbs form from the light as they continue to bounce along the ground. Some of the green orbs bounce of tents, or walls or other people, but each shape continues to move closer to each of you. As the orbs close in, you put up your hands defensively; almost trying to avoid whatever secrets they hold. Almost as one, each of you catches one of the orbs in your hand. Looking at them, they are no larger than a human fist. The swirling green mist within the orbs moves about a dark, dragon like eye at the center. After a few seconds, a bright flash emanates from the orbs and you lose your vision momentarily. When you vision returns you seen a deep green bracer affixed to your right arms. In the center of each of the bracers is the green orb, the dark center appearing to be looking at you. You try to remove the bracer, but you cannot find a clasp or any means of removing it from your arm. Your attention is drawn back to the Moonbridge as the dragon speaks.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Lime">“You who now bear the Eye of Garlyntraxil now hold the fate of Silverymoon. You will learn of your task at first light tomorrow. Should you fail in what I lay before you, your lives and those of the city of Silverymoon shall be forfeit. With my eye, know that I see all and know all. You cannot escape this fate.”</span></p><p></p><p>With that, the dragon unfurls its wings and lifts off the Moonbridge. Sweeping low over the Market, the green dragon passes close over your heads. The feeling returns to your legs and the fear is lifted. It is then you realize that you are standing alone in the Market. Looking around you see six others with the same stunned look on their faces, the same bracer affixed to their right arm.</p><p></p><p>From the lower streets of the Market a contingent of Knights in Silver move towards you. The contingent stops in the center of the market and looks at each of you. <span style="color: RoyalBlue">“I am Sernius Alathar, Commander of the Knights in Silver. The High Lady Alustriel requests an audience with you. Will you accompany me?” </span> The last sounds more like a command then an order.</p><p></p><p>What do you do?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Breezly, post: 1293682, member: 12847"] [b]Post 010104 – The Shadow of Midwinter, 1372DR[/b] As the festival continues, you lose yourselves in the merriment and activity of those in the Market. Bards are singing all of the crowd favorites, there is dancing in the streets. The smiles of the merchants and patrons speak of cordial trading. The smells of the food mingles through the crowds attracting the hungry to the source. All is well with the city of Silverymoon. You feel the chill almost before it is upon you. Fear, its icy cold grip reaches into your very soul causing you to cringe and shiver. A long shadow is cast over the Market and the songs are replaced by the screams of the terrified. The shadow passes and soon its source comes into view, and you now know the source of your fear. From out of a nightmare comes the very real terror of an ancient dragon, casting its shadow over the city. Terror grips you and you want to run, but find you lack the strength. You want to scream but there is no breath in your lungs. You want to look away, but find that you cannot take your eyes away. The green scales of the dragon shimmer in the daylight as it turns above the city, as if to show the citizens of Silverymoon its true power. Never in your life have you seen such a creature of immense size and power. From the streets bolts of lighting and fire shoot up towards the creature. The Knights in Silver regain some of their composure and start to rally in the market, forming up in their battle formations. The dragon completes its turn over Silverymoon, the wind generated by its passing over ripples through the Market, tents, flags and clothing all fill with the strong breeze. Circling lower, the dragon finally unfurls its wings and slows, perching at the apex of the Moonbridge. Utter terror fills you as the huge dragon scans the city. Once again magical attacks are launched at the creature as fire, lighting and other offensive spells blast at the dragon from all points throughout the city. A concentration of magical energy is launched from the area of the magical colleges, but, as with the other magic, it disperses as it reaches the dragon. Mockingly, the creature laughs as the attacks slow and then finally cease. Its deep laughter speaks of countless ages of life; its voice holds such power to keep you frozen where you stand. [COLOR=Lime]“Fools. You cannot harm me with your useless magic. I could destroy you if I deemed and level this city to the very ground. Long have I slept in the shadow of you meaningless wretches. Long have I watched you from my domain. Your pitiful magic and your foolish sense of safety thinking your Wards could keep me out. Did you think you were safe from me? From Garlyntraxil? Your useless boring lives should be forfeit to me.”[/COLOR] The dragon Garlyntraxil pauses momentarily to sweep a small contingent of Knights in Silver off the Monbridge. With a pass of is great tail the Knights are easily pushed away from the Dragon. You can see their silver forms plunge the 60 feet from the bridge into the River Rauvin below. [COLOR=Lime]“Had I want to destroy this city I could easily remove you from the maps of Faerun. But that would be so unchallenging. You bore me and I long for something more entertaining. So, I offer you this one chance for survival, one chance to save the fate of Silverymoon from certain death. A little sport, if you will, some entertainment for me.”[/COLOR] With that, the dragon lifts its great arm above his head and sweeps it across its body. Streaks of green light fly out of its hands and move towards the Market. Fearing for their lives, the people of the Market scatter to seek shelter, but you find that your legs cannot move. The lights flash with a bright green brilliance, as they get closer to you. As the lights hit the ground you hear a loud clink as if the lights were made of glass. Green orbs form from the light as they continue to bounce along the ground. Some of the green orbs bounce of tents, or walls or other people, but each shape continues to move closer to each of you. As the orbs close in, you put up your hands defensively; almost trying to avoid whatever secrets they hold. Almost as one, each of you catches one of the orbs in your hand. Looking at them, they are no larger than a human fist. The swirling green mist within the orbs moves about a dark, dragon like eye at the center. After a few seconds, a bright flash emanates from the orbs and you lose your vision momentarily. When you vision returns you seen a deep green bracer affixed to your right arms. In the center of each of the bracers is the green orb, the dark center appearing to be looking at you. You try to remove the bracer, but you cannot find a clasp or any means of removing it from your arm. Your attention is drawn back to the Moonbridge as the dragon speaks. [COLOR=Lime]“You who now bear the Eye of Garlyntraxil now hold the fate of Silverymoon. You will learn of your task at first light tomorrow. Should you fail in what I lay before you, your lives and those of the city of Silverymoon shall be forfeit. With my eye, know that I see all and know all. You cannot escape this fate.”[/COLOR] With that, the dragon unfurls its wings and lifts off the Moonbridge. Sweeping low over the Market, the green dragon passes close over your heads. The feeling returns to your legs and the fear is lifted. It is then you realize that you are standing alone in the Market. Looking around you see six others with the same stunned look on their faces, the same bracer affixed to their right arm. From the lower streets of the Market a contingent of Knights in Silver move towards you. The contingent stops in the center of the market and looks at each of you. [COLOR=RoyalBlue]“I am Sernius Alathar, Commander of the Knights in Silver. The High Lady Alustriel requests an audience with you. Will you accompany me?” [/COLOR] The last sounds more like a command then an order. What do you do? [/QUOTE]
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