Arabesu's Eyes of the Lich Queen; Flashback - IC
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"I need to go see folk I know, that make some useful little things. Does anyone else want to send some coin along to buy more?" Hightower will meet back up with the party after visiting some adept friends to pick up a few martial scripts for the road. Martial Spirit X2 (+2 hp per successful hit made), Step of the Wind X2 (Ignore difficult terrain penalties, +2 hit, +4 to trip/bull rush etc.) Plus anything extra that the others might wish to purchase from the martial adept camps that Hightower will be visiting.
Arabesu
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Hightower journeys to a well-known martial-adept camp located in Cliffside. Here the towering city has worn thin and sparse with some of the unworked rock of the cliff that Sharn is built upon showing through.
At least he thinks it is unworked rock.
Its difficult to say for sure, bit it could be ancient pieces of collapsed stone towers crushed by the weight of the towers above until it is indistinguishable from un-worked stone and earth.
The adepts have found one of the few undeveloped portions of Sharn and have “setup camp” on this foreboding and forbidding landscape. Hammock-like “platforms” are hung from the cliff face on massive oversized pitons, both above and below the single stretch of ledge that passes through the district. Hightower immediately feels at home, his mountain movement ability proves invaluable for navigating from hammock to hammock to get to the location he desires.
The largest hammock, over 30 feet long and almost as much wide, appears to be a sparring area, its slow weighted sway matched by the two participants engaged in their current match. Nearby, another has a tarpaulin cover, and several netlike shelves with scrolls beneath. He sees the master of the “shop” sitting cross-legged in meditation.
After a respectful wait, Hightower approaches and is able to purchase the scrolls he needs from the Guru, Garrin ja’Havel. He feels a bit of loss, as he must now rush back to the meeting place arranged by Rosa; this Garrin could have taken him far down the sublime path. Still, with the scripts he has in hand, he feels he can begin to craft his own fighting style that incorporates elements from a few disciplines. Perhaps someday he may return to train with Garrin.
OOC: I don’t want to RP this scene, but just want to give you a feel for some of the exotic feel that Sharn has to offer.
At least he thinks it is unworked rock.
Its difficult to say for sure, bit it could be ancient pieces of collapsed stone towers crushed by the weight of the towers above until it is indistinguishable from un-worked stone and earth.
The adepts have found one of the few undeveloped portions of Sharn and have “setup camp” on this foreboding and forbidding landscape. Hammock-like “platforms” are hung from the cliff face on massive oversized pitons, both above and below the single stretch of ledge that passes through the district. Hightower immediately feels at home, his mountain movement ability proves invaluable for navigating from hammock to hammock to get to the location he desires.
The largest hammock, over 30 feet long and almost as much wide, appears to be a sparring area, its slow weighted sway matched by the two participants engaged in their current match. Nearby, another has a tarpaulin cover, and several netlike shelves with scrolls beneath. He sees the master of the “shop” sitting cross-legged in meditation.
After a respectful wait, Hightower approaches and is able to purchase the scrolls he needs from the Guru, Garrin ja’Havel. He feels a bit of loss, as he must now rush back to the meeting place arranged by Rosa; this Garrin could have taken him far down the sublime path. Still, with the scripts he has in hand, he feels he can begin to craft his own fighting style that incorporates elements from a few disciplines. Perhaps someday he may return to train with Garrin.
OOC: I don’t want to RP this scene, but just want to give you a feel for some of the exotic feel that Sharn has to offer.
Arabesu
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the swiftwind
Hours after the meeting with Sur’kil, Rosa sat quietly in the tearoom sipping her tea as Faris and Fenwick lounged about on couches to take in the view. She had discovered Miss Terri’s Exotic Leaf a few years ago and had made it her favorite spot for a cup when taking her leisure. It sat at the border between the wards of Overlook and Underlook, just above the bridge across to the spiral market. Beyond was the view of the harbor, normally cloaked in fog, but today they could see all the way to where the hilt met the sea.
She sat her cup down on the gold and porcelain saucer, and smoothed her skirts. Just then, Hightower entered covered in the red dust of the cliffs below them. He had a number of martial scrypts clutched in his hand, proud that he would soon proceed down the path of the nine swords. Trent and Saris were right behind him, with bags of supplies under their arms.
Outfitted with the gear they needed, the six companions left Miss Terri’s to journey down to the harbor area several hundred feet below. Descending to the bridge that crossed the gap over to the massive stone plinth of the spiral market, they then wound their way down on the railed ledge that circled the column many, many times. As they descended, they passed carts parked along the interior of the ledge, turned to display the fruits, vegetables, and fish for sale. Most of these sellers were only expecting to be in port for a short time and were selling their wares as close to the wharves as was practical. Many would likely reload their items tomorrow and were looking to offload at a reduced price. As such, one would expect to find bargains, but as the heroes proceeded downward you realize that little of value had been left by this late time of day.
Eventually the spiral market gave way to a spider’s web of wooden-plank bridges at its base. Taking the appropriate path, you find pier 53 soon enough. A new soarwood caravel was anchored at the end of the pier, held in place by massive cables mounted onto posts at the end of the pier. The fair vessel seemed almost uneasy in the water as if it wanted to leap out of the water, a result of a soarwood craft anchored within the manifest zone linked to Syrania, the Azure Sky that Sharn resides in.
"Behold the ship, the Swiftwind" said Sur'kil from behind you as you board the ship. "I have commissioned the use of this vessel for as long it takes to complete the mission I have for you. Once we are en-route I will tell you more."
Hours after the meeting with Sur’kil, Rosa sat quietly in the tearoom sipping her tea as Faris and Fenwick lounged about on couches to take in the view. She had discovered Miss Terri’s Exotic Leaf a few years ago and had made it her favorite spot for a cup when taking her leisure. It sat at the border between the wards of Overlook and Underlook, just above the bridge across to the spiral market. Beyond was the view of the harbor, normally cloaked in fog, but today they could see all the way to where the hilt met the sea.
She sat her cup down on the gold and porcelain saucer, and smoothed her skirts. Just then, Hightower entered covered in the red dust of the cliffs below them. He had a number of martial scrypts clutched in his hand, proud that he would soon proceed down the path of the nine swords. Trent and Saris were right behind him, with bags of supplies under their arms.
Outfitted with the gear they needed, the six companions left Miss Terri’s to journey down to the harbor area several hundred feet below. Descending to the bridge that crossed the gap over to the massive stone plinth of the spiral market, they then wound their way down on the railed ledge that circled the column many, many times. As they descended, they passed carts parked along the interior of the ledge, turned to display the fruits, vegetables, and fish for sale. Most of these sellers were only expecting to be in port for a short time and were selling their wares as close to the wharves as was practical. Many would likely reload their items tomorrow and were looking to offload at a reduced price. As such, one would expect to find bargains, but as the heroes proceeded downward you realize that little of value had been left by this late time of day.
Eventually the spiral market gave way to a spider’s web of wooden-plank bridges at its base. Taking the appropriate path, you find pier 53 soon enough. A new soarwood caravel was anchored at the end of the pier, held in place by massive cables mounted onto posts at the end of the pier. The fair vessel seemed almost uneasy in the water as if it wanted to leap out of the water, a result of a soarwood craft anchored within the manifest zone linked to Syrania, the Azure Sky that Sharn resides in.
"Behold the ship, the Swiftwind" said Sur'kil from behind you as you board the ship. "I have commissioned the use of this vessel for as long it takes to complete the mission I have for you. Once we are en-route I will tell you more."
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Fangor the Fierce
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Trent keeps silent, merely making sure his gear is packed, and ready to go. He nods to the others, knowing that they had been through much together, and hopefully, there is much more to talk about in the years to come...
Arabesu
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As the sun goes down, the Swiftwind just breaks out of the hilt into the open ocean. The furious rocking and heaving of the ship has stopped as the ship settles a bit deeper into the water; its free of the manifest zone and the lift-wood craft is sailing more or less like a conventional ship.
At the rail, Sur'kil has gathered your group together around a chest containing the remaining advance.
"The location you will be surveying is in the jungles of the Q'barran peninsula, to the south of the great volcano of Haka'torvhak. From Adderport, you will have a five day trek inland to the site of the Temple of Kha'shazul. This temple is your destination and the site of the relics you seek."
"The temple is now used by a tribe of lizardfok worshipers of some half-fiend dragon god. From what I understand, they demand tribute from other lizardfolk tribes in the region, so I would expect them to be armed and capable. However, the temple and its inhabitants are merely an obstacle."
"I believe that the Temple of Kha'shazul hides a deeper secret, one unknown to the current inhabitants. My research indicates the occupies a place an ancient demon was cast down. Such places were guarded, in legend, by half-dragon beasts. Somewhere beneath that temple, I believe that the crypt of one such creature lies, along with relics of that time."
He pauses to let this latest bit of info sink in, taking in the ocean with his gaze.
At the rail, Sur'kil has gathered your group together around a chest containing the remaining advance.
"The location you will be surveying is in the jungles of the Q'barran peninsula, to the south of the great volcano of Haka'torvhak. From Adderport, you will have a five day trek inland to the site of the Temple of Kha'shazul. This temple is your destination and the site of the relics you seek."
"The temple is now used by a tribe of lizardfok worshipers of some half-fiend dragon god. From what I understand, they demand tribute from other lizardfolk tribes in the region, so I would expect them to be armed and capable. However, the temple and its inhabitants are merely an obstacle."
"I believe that the Temple of Kha'shazul hides a deeper secret, one unknown to the current inhabitants. My research indicates the occupies a place an ancient demon was cast down. Such places were guarded, in legend, by half-dragon beasts. Somewhere beneath that temple, I believe that the crypt of one such creature lies, along with relics of that time."
He pauses to let this latest bit of info sink in, taking in the ocean with his gaze.
