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Piratecat
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posted 07-30-2001 08:44 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Welcome to NeMoren's Vault. I'm running the Fiery Dragon module (written by James Bell) for the iconic characters.. the characters from the PHB, DMG and Psionics Handbook. This involves both the "first stringers" (Jozan, Mialee, Lidda, Tordek, Regdar, et al) and the "second stringers" who only appear once or twice (Kerwyn and Eberk, for example), forcing them to try even harder for WotC and fan recognition.

In general, I as DM will try to post twice a day during the week. That isn't always going to happen, of course. The cut-off for player actions is 11am and 9pm CT (the time that the boards are on.) If you haven't designated actions by then, your character takes what actions I deem fit for the situation. (If you post late, but I haven't posted yet, then you're fine.) If you are going to be gone for a time and want to tell me a particular mode of action (aggressive, defensive, support, etc.) that's just fine as well.

I'll roll all dice. Sometimes I'll roll dice for you and never tell you (such as a failed listen check.) You can always ask me to roll a skill check for you.

Lastly, this particular thread is for the iconic game only. I will start a companion thread for observer comments, rules issues/questions, and good stuff like that.

Okay, everyone ready? To adventure!

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- Piratecat
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"A cat that good, you don't eat all at once."

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Regdar
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posted 07-30-2001 08:47 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Regdar   Click Here to Email Regdar     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Regdar is ready small man in red robes. Regdar has had Regdars fill of ale and whores for the time being.

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I'm not Iconic, I'm Ironic!
Regdars House of Ale and Whores

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Mialee
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posted 07-30-2001 08:59 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Mialee     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
In the names of the high elf-elders, I am ready to continue my quest for knowledge. Onward!

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"Ugh, a spider!"
~Mialee

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Piratecat
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posted 07-30-2001 09:04 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
You're crowded into a small drawing room in the late Baron's mansion. It's crowded in here; the Mayor had obviously expected a smaller group when he summoned you here to Weston, because you're packed shoulder to shoulder with both friends and strangers. There are two or three dwarves, humans, an elf, a gnome, half-elves, and even a halfling balanced on a chair arm so that she can see. They had put out refreshments, but those are almost completely gone at this point, as the mayor had insisted on waiting until everyone arrived before starting. He still looks worried, like he's waiting for someone.

Some of you know the others because they've been friends since your youth. For some of you, you've been adventuring companions together. And some of you are complete strangers to the others. But one odd thing is consistent; as you look around the room, you realize that most (if not all) of the people there are clutching silver keys like your own.

Some of you have had the key since birth, given to them by their parents. Some of you bought the key in an odd second-hand antiquities shop, nestled in to a side street of nearby Hollobrae. But for whatever the reason, it looks like everyone has one; just moments ago, the Mayor's half-elven friend named Aniel threw out a gnome who tried to show up without a key. Aniel is the same woman who tracked you down, examined your key, and invited you here; you get the feeling that she is extremely competent.

"Ahem," says Mayor Varnsen. "AHEM! Ah, thank you. My, what a.. crowd. The late Baron NeMoren's wishes were more complicated than I had anticipated." He adjusts his spectacles. "Nevertheless, I think all of you are here now, and if you aren't no doubt the others will arrive shortly. Let's get started." He looks ruefully over towards the remains of his buffet table, in front of which a tall male fighter stands, chewing loudly with a drink in his hand.

"Servants are bringing chairs into the room. Will you all please sit down? And once you do, please hold up your key and identify yourself so that the others might know you. That might save time later, as I read the will." He smiles a wintery smile, adjusts his spectacles again, and jiggles a leather document case in his other hand.

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Lidda
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posted 07-30-2001 09:49 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Lidda     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Lidda hops down off the chair arm* and sidles up next to Mialee

Did you get your key from WotC? 'Cause I didn't get my key from WotC, and if you didn't, then how did Mr. Bell know about our keys?

And who in Monte's name is Ne'Moran?

Lidda, with an absent minded unawareness, plucks from a pouch at her belt some teeny little cookies and begins nibbling on one.

This is all very strange if you ask me... and who are all these other wierdoes? It's like a convention of circus freaks in here... hey... wait a sec... that guy said will... will's mean money...

Lidda pushes her way through the crowd, dodging and weaving and running under legs and leaps into one of the prime position seats. With a dextrous motion she pulls a small booster chair from her backpack and sits down, her attention fully focused on the Mayor.

*Metagame assumption, seeing as I'm the only halfling in the group

OOC: I kinda took some liberties here but since the only background info we have is what you just posted, I figured it'd be ok.

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Oh ok, fine... I go up the hole, what do I see? Another damn ghoul I'll bet...

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Mialee
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posted 07-30-2001 09:50 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Mialee     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
sits, holds up key

I am Mialee, a spellweaver and keeper of arcane knowledge. I'm familiar with several of you, including this motley bunch sitting in front and the little one dodging your footsteps.

gestures to Jozan, Lidda, Tordek, Regdar, and the rest

I'd rather not say how I came upon this key until I know what its meaning is here.

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"Ugh, a spider!"
~Mialee

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Lidda
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posted 07-30-2001 10:04 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Lidda     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Lidda fumbles around her person and begins to act in a frantic manner. With a look of anguish at the mayor she becomes panicked and starts turning all her pockets inside out. In her rush to find something she unbalances herself on the stool and with waving arms falls backwards onto the floor with a *thump*. Her head then shoots back into view sporting an excited grin and next to it, in her little hand, is a silver key.

Lidda and key here Mr. Money-Distributer Person Sir!

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Regdar
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posted 07-30-2001 10:08 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Regdar   Click Here to Email Regdar     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Looking from the buffet table, chewing loudly and gulping ale

Wouldn't happen to have some whores to go with this ale would you? A couple of tall blonds with huge racks? No, didn't think so.

Before you stands Regdar, champion of good, slayer of beast, killer of men, maimer of the many, lover of women and master of the greatsword.

Looking from the ale cup in one hand to the leg of mutton in the other, a look of stern concentration on Regdars face, Regdar drops the mutton and holds up the silver key.

Regdar got this from this whore in Greyhawk city, Regdar thinks her name was... ah that's not important, was a gift from her for receiving Regdars greatness.

Going back to his mutton

Regdar sees that everyone is here, please someone speak before Jozan says something about Pelor and his cod piece.


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I'm not Iconic, I'm Ironic!
Regdars House of Ale and Whores

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Lidda
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posted 07-30-2001 10:20 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Lidda     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
quote:
Originally posted by Regdar:
Regdar got this from this whore in Greyhawk city, Regdar thinks her name was... ah that's not important, was a gift ffrom her for receiving Regdars greatness.

Reg! Whattid I tellya 'bout objectifying women? Use the proper word or I'll Coup de Grace you when it's my watch; and I'll use my Sneak Attack bonus as well!

They're sex-workers, NOT whores. I swear, sometimes I think the girdle burning and the lasherettes never revolutionized women's rights with "men" like you around...

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Piratecat
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posted 07-30-2001 10:44 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
The mayor wrinkles his eyes. "Mialee, Spell Weaver and Keeper of Arcane Knowledge.. check. Lidda, acrobatic.. Monte and Wotcee?" He scratches his nose, blissfully unaware of his true situation. "You halflings have unusual Gods, Miss Lidda. But I have you down. And Regdar, Champion of Good.. I think we'll just leave it there. Ahem. Who is next?"

Aniel, who is blond, colors at Regdar's comment.

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Vadania
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posted 07-30-2001 10:47 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Vadania   Click Here to Email Vadania     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
*Vadania fishes in her bag till she pulls out a brightly pollished silver key*

Hi, My name is Vadania. I am a member of the order of the Druids. I've had this key for the longest time, several years at least. Don't remeber where I got it, I've just kept it. Must be worthwhile for something, right?

*turning to Regdar* I've said it before, but it bears repeating. Your a pig.

*Gives a slight smile to Alhandra* Morning.

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Eberk
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posted 07-30-2001 10:51 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Eberk   Click Here to Email Eberk     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Eberk stands. He proudly shows his key to the others.

"I am Eberk of Moradin. This key was passed to me by the Abbess of the Anvil Rock Abbey upon my ordination into the Order of the Hammer."

"She said that it would unlock the mysteries of ascension into higher levels of Moradin's grace."

Eberk punctuates his story with a nod, and makes the Sign of the Soul Smith in honor of his late mentor.

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"I am the Hammer of Moradin! Doom Awaits! Gnarr!"

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Jozan of Pelor
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posted 07-30-2001 11:05 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Jozan of Pelor     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
A Medium sized man with dark hair and several golden images of Pelor’s fiery visage about his person stands at the far end of the buffet table. He has a leather bound book and lots of pieces of paper in his hands--he seems to be frantically writing something, using the book as a reference. His fingers liberally spread mutton grease over the works. Those who are crowded up nearby hear him mumble, “Brew Potion??? Pelor’s Ashes! What earthly good would that be in a fight??!!”

Then he glances up guiltily and notices the Mayor’s questioning glance. Papers fall to the floor as he pulls himself into a proud stance.

“Ahem, ahem. Jozan of Pelor here, devoted to the will of the Shining Lord in all its varying and magnificent manifestations, etc.

My key,”he says, giving Redgar a sharp glance and patting his pockets (causing more papers to spill from his hands), “My key, which I have right here, never fear, was given to my great, great grandfather by an avatar of Pelor himself,and has been passed down from father to son ever since!”

Here he drops all his paperwork, gives the mayor a reassuring grin, and digs frantically into more pockets.

After an embarrassing few moments, he suddenly waves a tarnished silver key in the air. “Right here, as I said, you see!” He displays it proudly to those crowded beside him, obviously expecting them to be impressed. “A gift from the Burning Lord himself, Dad said--I never let it leave my person!”


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"In an adventuring party, the Cleric is everybody's friend."

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-Tordek-
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posted 07-31-2001 02:04 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for -Tordek-   Click Here to Email -Tordek-     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
THe always surly dwarven fighter held the bright silver key up. 'I be Tordek. Now lets het this started eh? I don't got all day!' He grumbled. If you looked surly up in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Torden next to it.

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'Kerwyn
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posted 07-31-2001 05:19 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for 'Kerwyn     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
The dark-clad human, whom most of you didn't seem to recognize and who sat down at one of the seats in the back, stands up, holding a like silver key with two fingers.

Well met, fellow keyholders, I'm Kerwyn, adventurer, unraveler of secrets.

I received this silvery key on one of my journeys... I actually have forgotten, where.

With a slightly disturbed look on his face he sits back down and nervously begins to move the key through his fingers.

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Kerwyn

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A spikey-haired, vaguely Asian-looking human wearing what must be magical pants, since they are apparently composed of nothing but leather straps and don't seem like they should really work as pants, stands up

(to himself) Ow, that pinches.

I am Hennet, sorceror by birth, freedom-fighter and adventurer by choice. This key is one of the few connections I have to my father and I am eager to hear it's story.

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Regdar
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posted 07-31-2001 08:12 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Regdar   Click Here to Email Regdar     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Regdar looks to Lidda with a shrug.

There's a difference? Little one do you need more cotton wads?

setting down a mug of ale in front of Tordek and Emberk with loud thumps of the mugs. Regdar turns to Aniel with a smile and a wink.

OOC: Still waiting for the others to pipe in.

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Piratecat
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posted 07-31-2001 10:09 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
NOTE: do you play an iconic but feel you missed the boat? There's still time to join the group! Post, silver key in hand, and for a time you can rejoin the team. No problem!

- PC

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Devis
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posted 07-31-2001 10:29 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Devis     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
*Stands up with a bow and a flourish*

"I am here! I have come through flood and fire, through war and pestilence, led on only by my knowledge of what is right, and by the shining light of Pelor's codpiece." *Gestures at Jozan.* "And I, too, have a key.. given to me as a heart token by a beautiful, beautiful girl." *Looks at Mialee.* "But not as beautiful as you! Rworrrrr!"

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Piratecat
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posted 07-31-2001 10:42 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Mayor Varnsen clears his throat. "Well, then, is that everyone? Yes?" He levels a glare at Aniel. "I thought that.. well, no matter. The rest of you must leave the room, please. If any of you find your keys quickly and speak up about it, you will be included in whatever is detailed within." He taps the leather document holder. "If not, alas, but tell me if you find one."

With grumblings, patted pockets, and murmuring a number of adventurers stand up and file out of the room. One, a beautiful woman some of you recognize as a paladin, says clearly "I was sure it was here! I'll be back! Alhandra will join you, never fear!"

The door shuts, and the ruckus drops to a faint murmur. Glancing through the window, Regdar notices several adventurers sparring on the mansion's front lawn.

"Very good. In my hands I hold the last Will and Testament of Baron Paytro NeMoran, the former lord of this region and resident of this mansion, dead these three years. He left two documents in my care; first, a letter addressed to me, asking that I find every owner of a specific type of silver key, and gather them together in this room for the reading of his will; and second, his will itself, unopened to this day.

"It has not been easy finding the owner of every silver key! My gifted friend Aniel and I have been searching for three years now!" He glances at Aniel. "Although judging by that crowd, she has been overly enthusiastic. As I said, no matter. To the matter at hand."

He opens the leather case and lifts a weathered, sealed scroll. "Before I open this, any questions?"

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Ma'Varketh
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posted 07-31-2001 10:56 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Ma'Varketh     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
(OOC: sorry this is late. Didn't check the boards last night since they were down all day)

The stern, tattood woman stops at the door. She glances toward the exit, then turns back to face the mayor. She draws a key from a belt pouch.

"I have a key, as well. It is said that it has been passed on in my family from mother to daughter for many generations. My... father... gave it to me. He told me that I could find the answers to my soul's questions here."

With that, she returns to her seat, eyes downcast.

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Lidda
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posted 07-31-2001 11:02 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Lidda     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
quote:
Originally posted by Piratecat:
The rest of you must leave the room, please. If any of you find your keys quickly and speak up about it, you will be included in whatever is detailed within.

Lidda, with a bored and detached look on her face, idly fondles the silvery key. A curious expression overcomes her as the Mayor speaks and it seems as if something begins to dawn on her. She reaches beneath the table and fiddles with something. She then brings up another silvery key and looks at the two she holds. She then looks to the doorway where the other iconics just exited.

Heh... oops. I didn't think it was that important...

Lidda quickly hides the other key under the table and with an astounded expression, looks past Hennet who happens to be sitting next to her. For the brief moment in which Hennet looks the other way, she flicks the key into one of the pockets of his backpack.

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Originally posted by Piratecat:
"Before I open this, any questions?"

Err... yeah... who in Fharlanghn's name is Baron Paytro NeMoran?

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Mialee
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posted 07-31-2001 11:08 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Mialee     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Glares at Devis

Yes, I have a question. Why would this baron go to such great pains to distribute silver keys around the world, and then collect their owners at a certain time? I'm guessing none of us knew him at all. Why afford perfect strangers an opportunity to participate in your will-reading- and why would you honor this mad request to give up much of YOUR lives to seek us out just to complete a man's last wishes?

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~Mialee

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Piratecat
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posted 07-31-2001 11:30 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
"The Baron was the last in a long line of nobility that ruled these parts. The family was well loved, and the area prospered under their rule." He sighs. "Both of Paytro's parents died when he was young, but he had a wonderful bride named Amelia, and everyone celebrated on his wedding day. Only a few short weeks after the wedding, Amelia disappeared without a trace, and the Baron isolated himself here within the mansion. Some people think that Weston became cursed when he turned his back on life."

He sighs again. "Paytro died in his sleep three years ago and was cremated, his ashes scattered outside. I've wondered long and hard about those keys you hold. I hope the mystery is revealed in the will.

"Anything else?"

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Piratecat
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posted 07-31-2001 11:32 AM     Click Here to See the Profile for Piratecat   Click Here to Email Piratecat     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
"Mistress Mialee, I wish I knew why he insisted on this charade with the keys. As to why I helped, well.. Paytro was a good friend in my youth, and he asked me to handle his will. He was rich enough that.. well, let's say that I've been paid for my trouble, both in money and in honor. If this was his last request, it was just of me to honor it."

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