Adventures in the lands of Syrael (IC)

[penance]

As the brave adventurers scanned the area, they didnt notice the person deep in the trees observe them, quietly.

Alexcia carefully scanned the wagon, searching for anything of value.

[sblock=in and around the wagon] I'm assuming you're taking 20? you find:
5 bedrolls
25 packages of trail rations
5 large bags of farming implements
a big hat with a shiny purple feather in it
a map of the entire highway from Sarim to Syraea

also, the slain travelers had a total of 36 gold on or around them, with a longsword and 4 daggers in total.
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Also by the wagon, Alexcia found a small bag, like a purse, with the name Grendor embroidered on the outside. When she reached inside of it, it let loose a terrible, bloodcurdling scream, and stuck to her hand when she tries to drop it. With a slight glow, the name Grendor dissapears, and is replaced by the name Alexcia. She remembers stories told to her by magic item traders, and supposes that this is a bag of saftey. The bag is an odd one that reveals intself to Luhal's sight as a moderatly strong conjuration type magic. No matter how much is inside the bag, it only weighs 3 pounds or so. However, the opening in the bag is only large enough to accept a handful of coins. It seems to be designed as a way to store large amounts of valuables in saftey.

[sblock=in the bag of saftey]
you find:
a magic ring that shows a moderate Abjuration glow
2 gems (one amber and roughly cut, one red and polished)
and 23 platinum peices. [/sblock]

Luhal's enhanced vision reveals a green 'residue' over the entire area. The places where the animated bodies had stood, and the bodies themselves, shine in a necromantic green. However, what draws your attention is a malestrom of energy, centered around a glowing dot where the Blackrobes's neck would have been; this energy shows itself to be of three schools: necromancy, enchantment, and conjuration. The burnt and charred robes still ebb with a faint glow of transmutation. Sure enough, Silverdrake's search shows a small gold amulet. Even after being burned by the fire, it shows no damage, and is in fact cold to the touch. It bears an emblem of intertwined circles centered around a small red stone.

The smoke from the funeral pyre crept high into the sky, like a snake into the peaceful ocean of the sky. The smell of burning bodies seeps into the surrounding...

And so, collecting those items of worth, the party continues down the dirt side path to the forest of Swotear, and the realm of the elves. When the man in the shadows notices this, he nods and follows them for an hour. The party, deep in the forest, decided to take a quick stop. When they sit, the man who remained unnoticed by the group leapt to the top of a tree in one smooth motion. Once leaping above the group, he takes out his bow and lets fly an arrow into the ground directly in front of the party. Then, immeditatly after landing on the tree, he soundlessly leaps across the air to another neaby tree. Once there, he yells at the surprised party in a magically enahnced voice, "Hey there, the party!" "Who passes into the land of the elves?" Silverdrake replyed, "My name is Randamar, and this is Luhal. We come to aid your plight." The man in the trees jumped from the tree and landed next to his arrow with a smile on his face. "So it is true then! I had hoped that whoever could deal so easily with whatever those monsters were would be coming to our aid! Let me tell you, events have been most odd lately." The elf turns, beckoning for the group to follow. ""Now come, follow. I will take you to our commander. Have you any questions?"

 

[Rhun]

Silverdrake

"Indeed, many questions. What can you tell us of the situation here? We've heard that the elves have been beseiged by a virtual army of men and orcs! And what can you tell us of the Blackrobe and foul necromancy we fought back on the road?"

 

[Al the Absentminded]

"Last night, message sent by hawk, nearest known Hold. Arrive safely, or has the Hold fallen?

Also, blackrobe named its kind 'Mailichor'. Know of it?"

-Albert

 

[jkason]

Weel Naxel, roguish human cleric

"So it is true then! I had hoped that whoever could deal so easily with whatever those monsters were would be coming to our aid! Let me tell you, events have been most odd lately." The elf turns, beckoning for the group to follow. ""Now come, follow. I will take you to our commander. Have you any questions?"

Weel bites his lip at discovering the man saw his display of power. Quickly he covers his concern with a look of eager curiosity, though he tends to keep the others between him and the newcomer, letting them conduct the initial questioning.

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Heclar Kal'lack

Helcar nods his head towards the lone warrior and says with firm resolve, "Lead us then. And with much haste. For the innocents and dying victims need protecting, and the attackers need to be delt with swift justice." With their goal within reach and the promise of battle soon after, Heclar instinctively begins to move his legs in a quicker pase.

 

[Cerubus_666]

[sblock=I put this here to save space]
Alexcia carefully scanned the wagon, searching for anything of value.

[sblock=in and around the wagon] I'm assuming you're taking 20? you find:
5 bedrolls
25 packages of trail rations
5 large bags of farming implements
a big hat with a shiny purple feather in it
a map of the entire highway from Sarim to Syraea

also, the slain travelers had a total of 36 gold on or around them, with a longsword and 4 daggers in total.
[/sblock]

Also by the wagon, Alexcia found a small bag, like a purse, with the name Grendor embroidered on the outside. When she reached inside of it, it let loose a terrible, bloodcurdling scream, and stuck to her hand when she tries to drop it. With a slight glow, the name Grendor dissapears, and is replaced by the name Alexcia. She remembers stories told to her by magic item traders, and supposes that this is a bag of saftey. The bag is an odd one that reveals intself to Luhal's sight as a moderatly strong conjuration type magic. No matter how much is inside the bag, it only weighs 3 pounds or so. However, the opening in the bag is only large enough to accept a handful of coins. It seems to be designed as a way to store large amounts of valuables in saftey.

[sblock=in the bag of saftey]
you find:
a magic ring that shows a moderate Abjuration glow
2 gems (one amber and roughly cut, one red and polished)
and 23 platinum peices. [/sblock]

Luhal's enhanced vision reveals a green 'residue' over the entire area. The places where the animated bodies had stood, and the bodies themselves, shine in a necromantic green. However, what draws your attention is a malestrom of energy, centered around a glowing dot where the Blackrobes's neck would have been; this energy shows itself to be of three schools: necromancy, enchantment, and conjuration. The burnt and charred robes still ebb with a faint glow of transmutation. Sure enough, Silverdrake's search shows a small gold amulet. Even after being burned by the fire, it shows no damage, and is in fact cold to the touch. It bears an emblem of intertwined circles centered around a small red stone.

The smoke from the funeral pyre crept high into the sky, like a snake into the peaceful ocean of the sky. The smell of burning bodies seeps into the surrounding...

And so, collecting those items of worth, the party continues down the dirt side path to the forest of Swotear, and the realm of the elves. When the man in the shadows notices this, he nods and follows them for an hour. The party, deep in the forest, decided to take a quick stop. When they sit, the man who remained unnoticed by the group leapt to the top of a tree in one smooth motion. Once leaping above the group, he takes out his bow and lets fly an arrow into the ground directly in front of the party. Then, immeditatly after landing on the tree, he soundlessly leaps across the air to another neaby tree. Once there, he yells at the surprised party in a magically enahnced voice, "Hey there, the party!" "Who passes into the land of the elves?" Silverdrake replyed, "My name is Randamar, and this is Luhal. We come to aid your plight." The man in the trees jumped from the tree and landed next to his arrow with a smile on his face. "So it is true then! I had hoped that whoever could deal so easily with whatever those monsters were would be coming to our aid! Let me tell you, events have been most odd lately." The elf turns, beckoning for the group to follow. ""Now come, follow. I will take you to our commander. Have you any questions?"
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Alexcia puts any gold she finds into the bag of safety along with her chipped bloodgem. She puts the ring on the necklace that bears her signal whistel, with the intentions to later get one of the guys to identify it for her.

When the newcomer reveals himself she simply watches him carefully, taking note of his actions and trying to decide if he's telling the truth while keeping up with the group.

Takes 10 on a sense motive check, if that's possible.

 

[Priest_Sidran]

When the Iandon notices the newcommer he nods and says to him in elven "Hello, lead the way elfbrother, and we will lend our strength with that of your clan"

 

[Lot]

Ostu looks at admiration at the sneakiness of the elf. As they walk, he approaches the elf warrior.

"So, things are pretty bad, eh? Did you give your name? I'm Ostu Redwren, by the way. Anyway, what can you tell me about your situation?"

 

[penance]

The elf looked tired as he walked with the party. "My name is Draethan, by the way. Draethan Ellendor." he mumbles. His is shirt and armor are dirt-crusted. His long blond hair was tied into a ponytail, and he wore only a light chain helm. However, even through the dust his armor looks very high quality enchanted mithril. He wields a small short sword as his only weapon besides his bow; but his bow is a work of art, and the only thing without a speck of dirt on it. It looks as though it was made of ivory, and the coated with magically enhanced gold made in layers. All along the limbs of the bow an intracate pattern of filgree is engraved onto the gold plating. The string itself is made from enchanted linen that sparkles in the morning light. It is obvious from the way Draethan holds this bow that it is his most treasured possesion.

After the party walks for a while, he halts. "It looks safe here, I can answer your questions. The hold is safe, for now. In fact, the threats from slavers and orcs have practially dissapeared. It makes my people very uneasy, the things that have happened. The fighting started several weeks ago, with a simultaneous attack from the slaver and the orcs." He paused to take a sip of water from his water-skin. "It didn't look to be too well coordinated; in the one smaller hold that we retreated from, the orcs and humans fought each other over the little salvage we left behind. What followed was a long guerilla campaign where we constantly harrassed their troops and suppplies and then fled before they could get us. It worked great until one day when they suddenly fled back in their camps. We let them go and didn't follow, assuming that they decided to retreat. However, our scouts reported in about 4 days some of the strangest things." Here Draethan paused and blanched. "They told us that the humans were... gone. All that was left of their camp was blood, like some kind of monster had swept the place clean. The thing that worried us, however, was the bodies. There weren't any. The orcs now build defenses and earthen mounds to protect themselves, as though they were deathly afraid of something. My friends, anything that an Orc is afraid of, is something that we should definatly keep an eye out for. It would be a good bet that that creature you killed back there had something to do with it. Now come, we are close to my leaders' camp."

[sblock=Alexcia's Sense Motive check]You feel like he knows more than he is telling you, but what he says is the truth.[/sblock]

The elf once again turned and led the party off the road and through a dense thicket of thorns. Fortunatly for the adventurers, they seemed to be a magic type of bush that didnt scratch them as they passed. Then, as soon as the undergrowth started, it stopped, revealing a large elven camp. At least fifty elves bustled, preparing themselves for war. They had a grim look on their faces as they worked in a minature city of tents.

Draethan led them to the largest tent, where a tall brown-haired guard stood watchful. Draethan appraoched and pulled the guard in front of the tent to him. He whipsered shortly in elven tongue:
[sblock=ostu hears this]"...information about the enemy...."[/sblock]
The guard nods and draws aside for Draethan to enter, but blocks the passage the party members. After a short while, Draethan emerges with the a tall tough-looking elf. "Hullo there. My name is Forathius Laerius, and I am the First Leader of the Combined Elven Army," he said. "Welcome to my camp. My scout here tells me that you have come here to help us, and have information regarding necromancy? If this is true, you may confirm our greatest fear... Tell me what you have discoved, and I will see how this changes my people's defense."

 

[Al the Absentminded]

After Draethon tells them about the cessation of raids and is leading them to the camp, Luhal mutters to Alexcia

"Seems you'll get to use warhammer on skeletons after all."

[sblock]I'd like to take 10 on a Knowledge: Nobility check - is this Forathius guy known to the human civilization? Total is 14. BTW, I'll note that Luhal speaks elven and can get a 20 on Listen checks by taking 10.[/sblock]

To Forathius, in elven:

"Moonlight before
Sunlight behind,
May wood shield you
Stone support you
Water slake you
And stars light your path."

Then, in the common tongue of Syrael:

"Zombies attacked, we triumphed. Odd creatures: Five bodies, minds as one, hard to damage. Creature calling itself Mailichor seemed to be the mind. Mailichor being kind or group, not name. Promised to return. Odd creature - robed in black. Fled by bursting into fire. Charred robes bore Transmutation magic. 'Drake found amulet, triply enchanted, strong magic, Necromancy, Enchantment, Conjuration. Couple other trinkets."

-Albert