[Epic D&D] Peace No More (Full-Again)
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perivas
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Somewhere deep in an unknown forest...
Verdane stood up from his overstuffed chair in a ponderous motion. Though the fireplace roared with great fervor, his joints still ached from the bitter cold, seeping through the windows and cracks in the door. He hated being redundant and badgering his protege, and while he accepted the necessity of it, he despised how old it made him feel. But he found it an effective method to get his point across.
With lucid eyes staring at the lounging figure, he repeated the oft-spoken advice. "Never be too rash or too rushed. It is often the cause for many mistakes and unnecessary dangers. Even the most powerful will fail in their responsibility to the weak without the proper preparation for the trials. Many-a-times, fate will have in store for you the unexpected. Therefore, prepare for everything you can think of...however, improbable it may seem; for it will happen along with many events and occurrences beyond your imagination. The times of trouble draw near. You can sense them if you listen closely to the quiet place deep within you."
He knew this all too well...not only from his feelings and years of training, but from his scrying. Lately, Verdane has spent more and more time in front of his mirror of mental prowess trying to decipher the events he witnessed. Though he has found limited success in his efforts, the key individuals have hidden their intent and agenda from his prying eyes. Even so, his impressive deductive skills have left him with more than enough clues to understand the need for measured action. But without all the facts and given his venerable age, he is hesitant to act rashly and miss a true opportunity when it comes. Instead, he has watched his old allies closely to see how they may deal with the problem at hand. After all, most of them are considerably younger than he is and thus possess a much greater level of energy to run about. Though, he recently used the acquire tomes and manuals to boost his physical health, the effect of age still linger on Verdane's body.
OOC: Ready when you are....
Verdane stood up from his overstuffed chair in a ponderous motion. Though the fireplace roared with great fervor, his joints still ached from the bitter cold, seeping through the windows and cracks in the door. He hated being redundant and badgering his protege, and while he accepted the necessity of it, he despised how old it made him feel. But he found it an effective method to get his point across.
With lucid eyes staring at the lounging figure, he repeated the oft-spoken advice. "Never be too rash or too rushed. It is often the cause for many mistakes and unnecessary dangers. Even the most powerful will fail in their responsibility to the weak without the proper preparation for the trials. Many-a-times, fate will have in store for you the unexpected. Therefore, prepare for everything you can think of...however, improbable it may seem; for it will happen along with many events and occurrences beyond your imagination. The times of trouble draw near. You can sense them if you listen closely to the quiet place deep within you."
He knew this all too well...not only from his feelings and years of training, but from his scrying. Lately, Verdane has spent more and more time in front of his mirror of mental prowess trying to decipher the events he witnessed. Though he has found limited success in his efforts, the key individuals have hidden their intent and agenda from his prying eyes. Even so, his impressive deductive skills have left him with more than enough clues to understand the need for measured action. But without all the facts and given his venerable age, he is hesitant to act rashly and miss a true opportunity when it comes. Instead, he has watched his old allies closely to see how they may deal with the problem at hand. After all, most of them are considerably younger than he is and thus possess a much greater level of energy to run about. Though, he recently used the acquire tomes and manuals to boost his physical health, the effect of age still linger on Verdane's body.
OOC: Ready when you are....
Jemal
Adventurer
I like it... Perhaps everyone could do something like that to show where they're at now and maybe connect somehow to at least one other PC (Either talk about it via E-mail or just hook yourself up to the others vaguely like Verdane 'watching his old allies'.
If you don't have any ideas, e-mail me and I'll help. Likewise, if there is any specific information about the world/universe you want to know, just ask.
Oh, and there's nothing saying you have to start off or live on the prime material plane.
If you don't have any ideas, e-mail me and I'll help. Likewise, if there is any specific information about the world/universe you want to know, just ask.
Oh, and there's nothing saying you have to start off or live on the prime material plane.
Jemal
Adventurer
So I Realize people have lives and get busy, but If I don't have enough people ready with their characters in the rogues gallery and their start-off thing posted here by Sunday, I'll re-open Recruitment and just take the first 5 ro 6 fully completed individuals. I know some people have things happening etc, but this is just a bit excessive, even for one of MY (Usually slow-starting) compaigns.
Anyone who's got their character and their start-off 'what're they doing now' post in by Sunday will be gauranteed, but if I don't have enough to start the game by then, it'll open up again and first-done, first play.
Anyone who's got their character and their start-off 'what're they doing now' post in by Sunday will be gauranteed, but if I don't have enough to start the game by then, it'll open up again and first-done, first play.
Guilt Puppy
First Post
Jemal: Sorry, I've been having some writer's block on the background, and have been waiting on the others hoping for some inspiration there... I'm definitely busy, but not too busy to get a post up at least close to nightly.
Anyway, here's the bones of the background:
Youth: Born in a small village with a strong following of Pelor, the eldest of three sons, Eigan was first in line to carry on the family tradition -- wagonmaking. There was enough of a wagon trade to support perhaps two sons, but the youngest, Colin, was to be sent off to find his own work, looking first to the Church, which seemed always to have use for another young man of good character. Feeling sympathy for his brother, as well as a certain calling toward the noble profession, Eigan chose to take his place.
Before long, Eigan found himself accompanying Pelor's missionaries across the land, helping with to establish new temples -- converting locals where they could, then erecting temples, and finally providing services until those locals had become adequate clergy of their own. Each step along the way would leave the most senior member behind, to oversee the operation and make sure the newcomers did not revert to heresy, and eventually Eigan found himself in this position -- not yet thirty.
His travels had not always been easy or peaceful ones, and more than once the wandering missionaries found appeal for more than simple religious guidance. Dangerous thugs, savage humanoids, and wild beasts could all make trouble for the common folk -- but none could be found more troublesome than the scourge of the undead, and their nefarious creators. These abominations were the embodiment of darkness, of death, of suffering -- all the things that the Shining One was not. Eigan could not help but take great offense at this, and even in times of peace he took careful time to learn more about ways to combat this threat when it would next arise.
It was in a time of such peace, at least in his small place in the world, when he first went on what could be truly called an adventure. His companions were strangers at first: Merely passing through town, stopping by the temple hoping only for a sympathetic cleric to heal their wounds. Upon hearing of the nature of their quest, Brother Eigan offered more: They were stalking the archlich Samech, a once-elven sorceror who seemed to retain his sense of wanderlust, bringing ruin and despair as he went, punishing enemies new and old.
Leaving his home church in the hands of his most trusted student, Eigan joined their quest -- a quest which became many others. As years passed many sidetreks ensued, and Eigan remained forever diligent. Spending much of his time pursuing foes in darkness, skin unseen by the precious sun -- and not to mention often being drained of blood -- he came to be known as
Eigan the Pale; it is said that once, returning good news after smiting a vampire which had terrorized a small community, Eigan was attacked with stakes and holy water, for he was so bedraggled the villagers initially mistook him for the creature he had slain. (After that episode, Eigan made a point always to return under the shield of daylight -- a far better time for any venture.)
As he grew older, he adventured less frequently, and only in times of great import. He currently resides at a small frontier monastery, away from the tribulations of society, where he has taken a liking to botany. For any good cause, though, his light is always ready.
Anyway, here's the bones of the background:
Youth: Born in a small village with a strong following of Pelor, the eldest of three sons, Eigan was first in line to carry on the family tradition -- wagonmaking. There was enough of a wagon trade to support perhaps two sons, but the youngest, Colin, was to be sent off to find his own work, looking first to the Church, which seemed always to have use for another young man of good character. Feeling sympathy for his brother, as well as a certain calling toward the noble profession, Eigan chose to take his place.
Before long, Eigan found himself accompanying Pelor's missionaries across the land, helping with to establish new temples -- converting locals where they could, then erecting temples, and finally providing services until those locals had become adequate clergy of their own. Each step along the way would leave the most senior member behind, to oversee the operation and make sure the newcomers did not revert to heresy, and eventually Eigan found himself in this position -- not yet thirty.
His travels had not always been easy or peaceful ones, and more than once the wandering missionaries found appeal for more than simple religious guidance. Dangerous thugs, savage humanoids, and wild beasts could all make trouble for the common folk -- but none could be found more troublesome than the scourge of the undead, and their nefarious creators. These abominations were the embodiment of darkness, of death, of suffering -- all the things that the Shining One was not. Eigan could not help but take great offense at this, and even in times of peace he took careful time to learn more about ways to combat this threat when it would next arise.
It was in a time of such peace, at least in his small place in the world, when he first went on what could be truly called an adventure. His companions were strangers at first: Merely passing through town, stopping by the temple hoping only for a sympathetic cleric to heal their wounds. Upon hearing of the nature of their quest, Brother Eigan offered more: They were stalking the archlich Samech, a once-elven sorceror who seemed to retain his sense of wanderlust, bringing ruin and despair as he went, punishing enemies new and old.
Leaving his home church in the hands of his most trusted student, Eigan joined their quest -- a quest which became many others. As years passed many sidetreks ensued, and Eigan remained forever diligent. Spending much of his time pursuing foes in darkness, skin unseen by the precious sun -- and not to mention often being drained of blood -- he came to be known as
Eigan the Pale; it is said that once, returning good news after smiting a vampire which had terrorized a small community, Eigan was attacked with stakes and holy water, for he was so bedraggled the villagers initially mistook him for the creature he had slain. (After that episode, Eigan made a point always to return under the shield of daylight -- a far better time for any venture.)
As he grew older, he adventured less frequently, and only in times of great import. He currently resides at a small frontier monastery, away from the tribulations of society, where he has taken a liking to botany. For any good cause, though, his light is always ready.
Arknath
First Post
Calim: I believe he wants more than an "okey dokey boss"...get your story together and post it, man...
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Estefan blinked once in the twilight, making the transition from meditation to the here and now was always so disorienting. However, he was unusually unsettled this night. He couldn't place his finger on it, but he had felt a pang of weariness and of turmoil in his nightly commune with his surroundings.
"What is it love" he whispered to no one in particular, leaning on his staff for support, "that makes me feel so?" He paused as if listening to some unheard voice speak to him. "Aye, that much I have gathered from our mutual meditation. I am still upset."
He looked over his shoulder at his neice building a fire and preparing the evening meal. Several weeks had they been travelling and a few more lay ahead of them. Estefan turned away from the fire and drank in his surroundings. It was always so wonderful to be embraced in the goddess' heart and arms. He breathed deeply in and out smelling her sweet scent surround him and penetrate him. Yes, she was strongest when she was most wild and this, in turn, lent him strength of heart and body.
After a few more moments he turned and went to help Adaria with the preperations. He looked at her in the firelight and was reminded just how much she resembled his deceased wife. A small tear came to his eye as he sat down and grabbed a knife to help skin the coneyes they had caught for dinner. Thank the goddess that Oonru arrived behind him at that moment, so that she would not see the tear as he wiped it away.
The great bear had a sizable fish in it's maw and was munching contentedly as he strode up to the fire. Estefan had no doubt that the fish was not the first to be eaten by him, but the bear never gorged himself on food unless he had to for hibernation.
"Smells wonderful," he said softly as he turned back towards the fire. The druid said a quick and silent thank you to both the goddess and the coney spirit for the food they would receive tonight. (Leaving room here for a response from my cohort
).
Hatha lounged by Adaria and yawned her great mouth towards the sky. Her beautiful orange and black feline form was nearly twice the size of his niece and happily purred at the elf's feet completely comfortable.
The last member of the small group appeared quickly after all had gathered around the fire to enjoy each other's company at the end of the day. Niura, the eagle, perched in a branch above the scene and tore at the mouse in her claw uncerimoniously. It was only this time of day in which all were gathered together, unless some great need befell one of them. In such a case, the others would not hesitate to drop what they were doing do run and aid. Even Ardania was becoming quite accustomed to talking with the animals.
Still, for all this love and companionship that surrounded the druid, he was uneasy and worried. His mission was to find the one man he knew would have an answer...the wizard Verdane. A former adventurering companion and friend, he would know what was wrong.
But tonight was a night for friends.
[ooc: sorry all for the late post...I had this - or something very similar to this - posted about three days ago...but you can imagine my frustration when my computer rebooted at the end...before I got a chance to send it...
Emerald - feel free to add anything to the story and your background here...you are not a "lowly cohort" but a travelling companion and close friend...
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Estefan blinked once in the twilight, making the transition from meditation to the here and now was always so disorienting. However, he was unusually unsettled this night. He couldn't place his finger on it, but he had felt a pang of weariness and of turmoil in his nightly commune with his surroundings.
"What is it love" he whispered to no one in particular, leaning on his staff for support, "that makes me feel so?" He paused as if listening to some unheard voice speak to him. "Aye, that much I have gathered from our mutual meditation. I am still upset."
He looked over his shoulder at his neice building a fire and preparing the evening meal. Several weeks had they been travelling and a few more lay ahead of them. Estefan turned away from the fire and drank in his surroundings. It was always so wonderful to be embraced in the goddess' heart and arms. He breathed deeply in and out smelling her sweet scent surround him and penetrate him. Yes, she was strongest when she was most wild and this, in turn, lent him strength of heart and body.
After a few more moments he turned and went to help Adaria with the preperations. He looked at her in the firelight and was reminded just how much she resembled his deceased wife. A small tear came to his eye as he sat down and grabbed a knife to help skin the coneyes they had caught for dinner. Thank the goddess that Oonru arrived behind him at that moment, so that she would not see the tear as he wiped it away.
The great bear had a sizable fish in it's maw and was munching contentedly as he strode up to the fire. Estefan had no doubt that the fish was not the first to be eaten by him, but the bear never gorged himself on food unless he had to for hibernation.
"Smells wonderful," he said softly as he turned back towards the fire. The druid said a quick and silent thank you to both the goddess and the coney spirit for the food they would receive tonight. (Leaving room here for a response from my cohort
).Hatha lounged by Adaria and yawned her great mouth towards the sky. Her beautiful orange and black feline form was nearly twice the size of his niece and happily purred at the elf's feet completely comfortable.
The last member of the small group appeared quickly after all had gathered around the fire to enjoy each other's company at the end of the day. Niura, the eagle, perched in a branch above the scene and tore at the mouse in her claw uncerimoniously. It was only this time of day in which all were gathered together, unless some great need befell one of them. In such a case, the others would not hesitate to drop what they were doing do run and aid. Even Ardania was becoming quite accustomed to talking with the animals.
Still, for all this love and companionship that surrounded the druid, he was uneasy and worried. His mission was to find the one man he knew would have an answer...the wizard Verdane. A former adventurering companion and friend, he would know what was wrong.
But tonight was a night for friends.
[ooc: sorry all for the late post...I had this - or something very similar to this - posted about three days ago...but you can imagine my frustration when my computer rebooted at the end...before I got a chance to send it...
Emerald - feel free to add anything to the story and your background here...you are not a "lowly cohort" but a travelling companion and close friend...
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