[EBERRON] the Extraordinaries, 'A Terror Awakened, the League Reborn'
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Keia
I aim to misbehave
Azreal, Half-Celestial Paladin/Warmage
Azreal softly landed on the deck of the ship just as the first mate gave the call to cast off. His face was unreadable as he landed - too many emotions flying across it before his hair settled over his eyes again.
He glanced at the others traveling with him, and asked, "Where do we quarter on this trip?"
First Mate said:
Azreal softly landed on the deck of the ship just as the first mate gave the call to cast off. His face was unreadable as he landed - too many emotions flying across it before his hair settled over his eyes again.
He glanced at the others traveling with him, and asked, "Where do we quarter on this trip?"
Slippshade
First Post
Bale Kell
The Endless-Fury was impressive and the crew seemed competent, not that Bale had ever traveled by airship. The though to the wind against his face and world flying by beneath him, lightened Bale's spirits a bit. Bale took in the crew's activity and movement. It was an ordered sort of chaos, which appealed to Bale. He made a mental note to ask Enden about the workings of Endless Fury.
'I think I could enjoy living this way.'
'Your welcome'
'Hush'
When things are settled and his equipment is billeted, Bale seeks out Enden.
"Capitan Enden. Is there anything I can do to help your crew?"
The Endless-Fury was impressive and the crew seemed competent, not that Bale had ever traveled by airship. The though to the wind against his face and world flying by beneath him, lightened Bale's spirits a bit. Bale took in the crew's activity and movement. It was an ordered sort of chaos, which appealed to Bale. He made a mental note to ask Enden about the workings of Endless Fury.
'I think I could enjoy living this way.'
'Your welcome'
'Hush'
When things are settled and his equipment is billeted, Bale seeks out Enden.
"Capitan Enden. Is there anything I can do to help your crew?"
Karl Green
First Post
Sharn, Sul, Third Week of Therendor, midday
(occ well waiting on the Captain soooo /occ)
Capitan Enden nods to the first mate and yells "Cast off!" he then looks at one of the deck hands, a red haired human male "Alex, show our guests their quarters please..."
The man salutes and says "Dis way lads"
Looking to Bale he replies "I don't know is there anything you can do?"
The Endless Fury pulls back slowly from the docking port, and slowly turns to the north to move away from the City and other air traffic. Very quickly the speed increases and then the ship slowly starts turning east, making for the border of the Mournlands.
The day progresses peacefully, as the Air-Gallon sails over the King's Forest and makes for the northern parts of the Howling Peaks, which come into view late in the day.
The first mate comes out to speak with each of the party, saying "Dinner is to be served in the galley-mess in a quart-hour. We should make Vathirond at first light"
(occ well waiting on the Captain soooo /occ)
Capitan Enden nods to the first mate and yells "Cast off!" he then looks at one of the deck hands, a red haired human male "Alex, show our guests their quarters please..."
The man salutes and says "Dis way lads"
Looking to Bale he replies "I don't know is there anything you can do?"
The Endless Fury pulls back slowly from the docking port, and slowly turns to the north to move away from the City and other air traffic. Very quickly the speed increases and then the ship slowly starts turning east, making for the border of the Mournlands.
The day progresses peacefully, as the Air-Gallon sails over the King's Forest and makes for the northern parts of the Howling Peaks, which come into view late in the day.
The first mate comes out to speak with each of the party, saying "Dinner is to be served in the galley-mess in a quart-hour. We should make Vathirond at first light"
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ShaggySpellsword
First Post
Marcus Calvani: Hot Stuff.
Marcus stays in his quarters, for the duration of the trip, in deep prayer and connection with the Silver Flame, seeking to hear it's guiding voice for the mission ahead. As he prays, Calvani prepares his spells for the journey ahead.
((Cleric (reset times/DC)*domain^good): 0-create water (30 minutes), detect magic (1d4+1 rounds), light (1 hour), purify food and drink (5 minutes), read magic (1d4+1 round). 1- bless (30 minutes), endure elements (6 hours), obscuring mist (1d6+1), *^protection from evil (5 minutes), shield of faith (30 minutes). 2- lesser restoration (1d6+1 rounds), *^magic circle against evil (4 hours), shield other (24 hours), sound burst (1d6+1 rounds/DC15))(Ranger (reset times/DC): 1- longstrider (24 hours))
Upon hearing the dinner invitation, Marcus removes his armor, fully fastens his cassock, and is sure to promenently display his holy symbol hanging from his neck. The only weapons he brings are his kukri, in it's boot sheath, and his spell components. After tying his hair back and out of the way with a spare bow string, Marcus heads to dinner.
Marcus stays in his quarters, for the duration of the trip, in deep prayer and connection with the Silver Flame, seeking to hear it's guiding voice for the mission ahead. As he prays, Calvani prepares his spells for the journey ahead.
((Cleric (reset times/DC)*domain^good): 0-create water (30 minutes), detect magic (1d4+1 rounds), light (1 hour), purify food and drink (5 minutes), read magic (1d4+1 round). 1- bless (30 minutes), endure elements (6 hours), obscuring mist (1d6+1), *^protection from evil (5 minutes), shield of faith (30 minutes). 2- lesser restoration (1d6+1 rounds), *^magic circle against evil (4 hours), shield other (24 hours), sound burst (1d6+1 rounds/DC15))(Ranger (reset times/DC): 1- longstrider (24 hours))
Upon hearing the dinner invitation, Marcus removes his armor, fully fastens his cassock, and is sure to promenently display his holy symbol hanging from his neck. The only weapons he brings are his kukri, in it's boot sheath, and his spell components. After tying his hair back and out of the way with a spare bow string, Marcus heads to dinner.
Bobitron
Explorer
Fury rises from his deep meditation. He stands and walks to the edge of the ship's railing , peering over the edge.
I confess, it is strange to see clouds from this angle. Fury tilts his head in silent curiousity. My first time on a ship, and it flies! I wonder if being on the ocean feels similar. The sensation is oddly smooth.
Fury walks towards the mess to join his companions. While I do not need the sustenance, it will be an opportunity to get to know my associates better.
I confess, it is strange to see clouds from this angle. Fury tilts his head in silent curiousity. My first time on a ship, and it flies! I wonder if being on the ocean feels similar. The sensation is oddly smooth.
Fury walks towards the mess to join his companions. While I do not need the sustenance, it will be an opportunity to get to know my associates better.
taitzu52
First Post
Neville Rathbone, Human Ranger/Rogue 4
After he is shown his cot for the night, Neville stows his bag neatly underneath, and gets ready to sup. He strides across the deck slowly, hands clasped behind him, and nodding to the crew, as if to show some sign of unbidden approval. He enters the galley and removes his hat saying, "Well, it seems we're off to a fine start. It looks as though our fine captain is busying himself geting to Vathirond, so let's discuss our plans for the after. But first, let's eat."
Neville sits at the head of the table, eating very little. He is a slight man, and is would come to no surprise to even the less than astute observer that the man is no glutton. After eating a little food, he busys himself peeling an apple with a sharp knife, which he has produced from his boot. Quickly working with astounding speed and familiarity, Neville trims the friut from stem to core, letting an umbroken peel fall onto the table. Neville looks right and left, making sure no crewmembers are left in the room, Neville stands up and moves some plates aside. With a thunk, Neville sticks the knife in the table and pulls out a rolled paper from his waistcoat, and rolls it out onto the table, using drinking vessels to hold down the sides.
http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/eb_map/Eberron_Map_7.jpg
"Well now," he says, "Vathirond is here." Rathbone picks up the knife and points to the circle on the southwest portion of the map. "According to 13, the tower is 5 days march this-a-way.", as he moves the knifepoint off towards the center of the map. "13 has also given us a letter of credit with an outfitter for Magebred mules, and supplies." Neville looks around the room, meeting eyes with everyone at the table. "Now, since we all have the luxury of airborne privacy, why don't we talk about our individual qualifications for this expedition. 13 has chosen us all for something, and I'm afraid I have been absent over the last, er.....decade or so. Should I have heard of you? Are you all swordsmen like Bale or Azreal? Or are we men of mystery, like Marcus and Amon. Adn, no offense Mr. Fury, I'm surewe can all guess what it is that you, er....do. It would be a great boon to know a bit more before we make off for the Mournelands."
After he is shown his cot for the night, Neville stows his bag neatly underneath, and gets ready to sup. He strides across the deck slowly, hands clasped behind him, and nodding to the crew, as if to show some sign of unbidden approval. He enters the galley and removes his hat saying, "Well, it seems we're off to a fine start. It looks as though our fine captain is busying himself geting to Vathirond, so let's discuss our plans for the after. But first, let's eat."
Neville sits at the head of the table, eating very little. He is a slight man, and is would come to no surprise to even the less than astute observer that the man is no glutton. After eating a little food, he busys himself peeling an apple with a sharp knife, which he has produced from his boot. Quickly working with astounding speed and familiarity, Neville trims the friut from stem to core, letting an umbroken peel fall onto the table. Neville looks right and left, making sure no crewmembers are left in the room, Neville stands up and moves some plates aside. With a thunk, Neville sticks the knife in the table and pulls out a rolled paper from his waistcoat, and rolls it out onto the table, using drinking vessels to hold down the sides.
http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/eb_map/Eberron_Map_7.jpg
"Well now," he says, "Vathirond is here." Rathbone picks up the knife and points to the circle on the southwest portion of the map. "According to 13, the tower is 5 days march this-a-way.", as he moves the knifepoint off towards the center of the map. "13 has also given us a letter of credit with an outfitter for Magebred mules, and supplies." Neville looks around the room, meeting eyes with everyone at the table. "Now, since we all have the luxury of airborne privacy, why don't we talk about our individual qualifications for this expedition. 13 has chosen us all for something, and I'm afraid I have been absent over the last, er.....decade or so. Should I have heard of you? Are you all swordsmen like Bale or Azreal? Or are we men of mystery, like Marcus and Amon. Adn, no offense Mr. Fury, I'm surewe can all guess what it is that you, er....do. It would be a great boon to know a bit more before we make off for the Mournelands."
ShaggySpellsword
First Post
Marcus Calvani: The Exorcist
Marcus locks eyes with Neville, amused by the older man's assesment of his character. After Fury finishes his piece, Marcus speaks up.
"A Man of mystery? I suppose you could say that...I am a man of the mysteries of the Silver Flame. My experience? I was once known in Thrane for my ability to discern which priests and government officials were corrupt to the core, agents of Karnnath, The Emerald Claw, or even a dark cabal of fiends of which I only scratched the surface...and which priests and officials were simply misguided by the foul agents. I have been trained in basic and intermediate fiend-hunting and disposal techniques and have had a number of chances to use them. In recent years, I have been living in Sharn, helping those who could not help themselves...protecting them from dangers both of this world, and of planes of existence that merely glimpsing them could threaten your sanity. As for what I can do? The Flame has seen fit to bestow me with a small measure of it's power to heal the flesh, scourge the wicked, and tame the world. I have combined these gifts with inquisitive training, using my senses to understand the hearts and actions of evil men. In short...I hunt fiends. Both the supernatural kind...and the mortal ones."
Marcus then looks down at the map and considers for a moment...
"As for our trip into the Mournland...I am unsure how much help I can be. As I understand it, the fould magics permeating Cyre somehow block the Flames ability to heal the flesh...and until we arrive somewhere that requires thourough investigation, those skills are of little use to us. I can only assume I was included because they believed there might be a fiendish threat to contend with..."
Marcus locks eyes with Neville, amused by the older man's assesment of his character. After Fury finishes his piece, Marcus speaks up.
"A Man of mystery? I suppose you could say that...I am a man of the mysteries of the Silver Flame. My experience? I was once known in Thrane for my ability to discern which priests and government officials were corrupt to the core, agents of Karnnath, The Emerald Claw, or even a dark cabal of fiends of which I only scratched the surface...and which priests and officials were simply misguided by the foul agents. I have been trained in basic and intermediate fiend-hunting and disposal techniques and have had a number of chances to use them. In recent years, I have been living in Sharn, helping those who could not help themselves...protecting them from dangers both of this world, and of planes of existence that merely glimpsing them could threaten your sanity. As for what I can do? The Flame has seen fit to bestow me with a small measure of it's power to heal the flesh, scourge the wicked, and tame the world. I have combined these gifts with inquisitive training, using my senses to understand the hearts and actions of evil men. In short...I hunt fiends. Both the supernatural kind...and the mortal ones."
Marcus then looks down at the map and considers for a moment...
"As for our trip into the Mournland...I am unsure how much help I can be. As I understand it, the fould magics permeating Cyre somehow block the Flames ability to heal the flesh...and until we arrive somewhere that requires thourough investigation, those skills are of little use to us. I can only assume I was included because they believed there might be a fiendish threat to contend with..."
