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Wow, that scary I was on my way here to say never mind that PA hooked me up via email but thanks.Jemal said:
Paxus Asclepius
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Wrahn said:
As soon as we get party history hashed out, we can begin. I'll set up the Rogue's Gallery now; I'm afraid I have no computer skills, so someone else will have to link to it if that's desired.
This is a kind of, what they have been doing recently from my characters point of view. Please, input from the rest of the players would make this easier.
It is good to have us all together again for a happy occasion, Talariel thought to herself as she watched the others in the great ballroom.
A great party had been arranged to celebrate Queen Laidri’s twentieth year of rulership. It had been a tumultuous rule, as they well knew, but she had ruled well, with an even hand. They had played no small part in keeping her crown on her head and her kingdom in one piece, which was why they had been invited.
Lochlan was standing over by the musicians, looking uncomfortable and out of place. He was woefully underdressed in his sturdy, many times patched clothing. He had taken a vow to own nothing more. In many ways Talariel envied his simple, powerful convictions. He spent his time moving from place to place, helping others. From aiding the sick and elderly to defeating entire goblinoid raiding forces single handedly. They had to practically beat him to make him come to the party, even to gather the old team together again. Still he had come, and looked miserable in doing so.
Vlad was dancing with the queen, being roguish and charming as usual. The rumors still abound that he and the queen are lovers, but she had purposefully kept herself ignorant of the truth, though she had told them both what she thought of the idea. Vlad had spent the last few years amassing a fortune plying the trade routes. In fact he had also amassed a wealth of information for the queen acting as a spy and her agent.
Thoria was dancing with Ambassador Seldor and she seemed to be having a grand time, as she chatted with the him. Thoria had taken a position of leadership among the Deepdelver clan’s military when things had slowed down for them. Under her command they had begun driving the drow out of the upper reaches, taking the dwarves on the offensive for the first time in three hundred years.
Kel was flirting with a couple of the younger ladies of the court. She had seen little of him recently, as he had retreated to study some great project. What project it was he would not say, but disturbing rumors had reached her ears. She trusted him not to do anything foolish, but even wise men can do foolish things when desperate.
She had kept herself busy acting as an advisor to her majesty and playing political games in the court. Something that she was fairly certain Lochlan disapproved of, seeing how she would prefer a direct course, rather than the subtler one she was taking.
She watched by the grand ballroom entrance smiling at her friends, but there was a dark foreboding in the back of her mind and knew the rest of them felt it as well. It had been quiet for too long, some storm was brewing just out of their sight.
It is good to have us all together again for a happy occasion, Talariel thought to herself as she watched the others in the great ballroom.
A great party had been arranged to celebrate Queen Laidri’s twentieth year of rulership. It had been a tumultuous rule, as they well knew, but she had ruled well, with an even hand. They had played no small part in keeping her crown on her head and her kingdom in one piece, which was why they had been invited.
Lochlan was standing over by the musicians, looking uncomfortable and out of place. He was woefully underdressed in his sturdy, many times patched clothing. He had taken a vow to own nothing more. In many ways Talariel envied his simple, powerful convictions. He spent his time moving from place to place, helping others. From aiding the sick and elderly to defeating entire goblinoid raiding forces single handedly. They had to practically beat him to make him come to the party, even to gather the old team together again. Still he had come, and looked miserable in doing so.
Vlad was dancing with the queen, being roguish and charming as usual. The rumors still abound that he and the queen are lovers, but she had purposefully kept herself ignorant of the truth, though she had told them both what she thought of the idea. Vlad had spent the last few years amassing a fortune plying the trade routes. In fact he had also amassed a wealth of information for the queen acting as a spy and her agent.
Thoria was dancing with Ambassador Seldor and she seemed to be having a grand time, as she chatted with the him. Thoria had taken a position of leadership among the Deepdelver clan’s military when things had slowed down for them. Under her command they had begun driving the drow out of the upper reaches, taking the dwarves on the offensive for the first time in three hundred years.
Kel was flirting with a couple of the younger ladies of the court. She had seen little of him recently, as he had retreated to study some great project. What project it was he would not say, but disturbing rumors had reached her ears. She trusted him not to do anything foolish, but even wise men can do foolish things when desperate.
She had kept herself busy acting as an advisor to her majesty and playing political games in the court. Something that she was fairly certain Lochlan disapproved of, seeing how she would prefer a direct course, rather than the subtler one she was taking.
She watched by the grand ballroom entrance smiling at her friends, but there was a dark foreboding in the back of her mind and knew the rest of them felt it as well. It had been quiet for too long, some storm was brewing just out of their sight.
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I like it, but I think you're underestimating Lochlan's capability for subtlety...
Even if he did feel out of place at a royal ball Lochlan was happy to see everyone again. Seeing everyone reminded him of the last time they had all been together...
...the fall morning had dawned clear and bright, if a little cool. The cool stillness of the morning suited Lochlan just fine though, as he had been hard at work helping Darren harvest gourds for an hour or so. Once full, they began pushing the heavy cart towards town.
"Where're you headed with these?" asked the gate guard. When Darren replied that they were bring brought to the market square for sale the guard told him that the day trading fee had recently increased to 6cp/cart for locally grown vegetables. As Darren had only had the customary 4cp for the toll, the guard was about to refuse them admittance to the city until Lochlan spoke up.
"'scuse me m'lord, but perhaps the duke'd be want'n some of these for his kitchens? Mabye we could pay the fee that way?"
The guard snickers, then with a bit of a sadistic grin, "I suppose you can at that." The guard then points from Lochlan to a large basket with an equally large hole in the bottom that had been discarded near the gates, "You take that basket there and fill it with your gourds and carry it up the hill there to the duke's keep. When I see you reach the outer bailey I'll let you friend here in to sell what's left."
With a dispirited look, Lochlan begins filling the basket, trying to keep them from spilling out the hole. Once full he picks it up, and staggering under the load begins stumbling towards the keep. Stopping every now and then as the gourds begin to slip out of the ruined basket.
As he reaches the keep the bored guards wave him inside and around to the back, not even bothering to ask him his business. Leaving the gourds in the kitchen, he picks up an armload of firewood and towards the keep's hall, while stacking it near the fireplace he overhears "Duke, there's a merchant here to see you. Says he's got a wagonload of selindran arms you might be interested in seeing."...
... Lochlan shakes his head, returning his thoughts to the present, "The more things change the more they stay the same. I may as well be invisible. Except for Talariel hardly anyone has even noticed I'm here."
Even if he did feel out of place at a royal ball Lochlan was happy to see everyone again. Seeing everyone reminded him of the last time they had all been together...
...the fall morning had dawned clear and bright, if a little cool. The cool stillness of the morning suited Lochlan just fine though, as he had been hard at work helping Darren harvest gourds for an hour or so. Once full, they began pushing the heavy cart towards town.
"Where're you headed with these?" asked the gate guard. When Darren replied that they were bring brought to the market square for sale the guard told him that the day trading fee had recently increased to 6cp/cart for locally grown vegetables. As Darren had only had the customary 4cp for the toll, the guard was about to refuse them admittance to the city until Lochlan spoke up.
"'scuse me m'lord, but perhaps the duke'd be want'n some of these for his kitchens? Mabye we could pay the fee that way?"
The guard snickers, then with a bit of a sadistic grin, "I suppose you can at that." The guard then points from Lochlan to a large basket with an equally large hole in the bottom that had been discarded near the gates, "You take that basket there and fill it with your gourds and carry it up the hill there to the duke's keep. When I see you reach the outer bailey I'll let you friend here in to sell what's left."
With a dispirited look, Lochlan begins filling the basket, trying to keep them from spilling out the hole. Once full he picks it up, and staggering under the load begins stumbling towards the keep. Stopping every now and then as the gourds begin to slip out of the ruined basket.
As he reaches the keep the bored guards wave him inside and around to the back, not even bothering to ask him his business. Leaving the gourds in the kitchen, he picks up an armload of firewood and towards the keep's hall, while stacking it near the fireplace he overhears "Duke, there's a merchant here to see you. Says he's got a wagonload of selindran arms you might be interested in seeing."...
... Lochlan shakes his head, returning his thoughts to the present, "The more things change the more they stay the same. I may as well be invisible. Except for Talariel hardly anyone has even noticed I'm here."
Jemal
Adventurer
Kel was glad to see the old gang back together again, though it WAS interfering slightly with his research. He caught Talariel glancing around, catching her eye, and gave a nod before returning his attention to the girls he was with. They were comely lasses, but not the real reason he was here.
His extra-planar contacts had been hinting that something was up, and so he had come, thinking it best to be on hand should anything happen. 'With the four of us... Oh, 5, the Ascetic IS here after all..' He thought to himself 'none would dare attack here.. though I got from that Balor that whatever was at stake was a bit more than a mere kingdom. I doubt anything will disturb the party.'
His extra-planar contacts had been hinting that something was up, and so he had come, thinking it best to be on hand should anything happen. 'With the four of us... Oh, 5, the Ascetic IS here after all..' He thought to himself 'none would dare attack here.. though I got from that Balor that whatever was at stake was a bit more than a mere kingdom. I doubt anything will disturb the party.'
Wynter Wolf
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As Vlad danced with the Queen he looked around the room, The others were here and for that he was glad. The friendship of the group really meant alot to the Rake growing up on the streets he had few friends he could count on.
Thinking to himself, Who would have thought the poor street urchin would later in life be dancing with a Queen, He thought about her alot of people thought there was something between the two. There wasnt but if others who did not know better thought Vlad and her were lovers it kept less scrupulous people from vying for the Queens attention.
He had come along way Vlad thought, He thought back to an event that happend not long ago the local guild master got a little full of himself and felt he was more powerful than he was. Vlad got word thru one of the Queens advisors that Ortho the guild master was starting to up his rackets and stirring up trouble. Vlad as always looking out for the Queens interest broke into the guild hall bypassing all the traps and alarms with ease, and in at least one instance on a non lethal trap rigged the disarm device to set it off.
Sneaking into Orth's room Vlad woke the guild leader and spoke to him of the error of his ways and that if he did not back off in his operations the next visit might not be so friendly.
Once again Vlad thought it was good to see the others and hoped soon there would be another grand adventure.
Thinking to himself, Who would have thought the poor street urchin would later in life be dancing with a Queen, He thought about her alot of people thought there was something between the two. There wasnt but if others who did not know better thought Vlad and her were lovers it kept less scrupulous people from vying for the Queens attention.
He had come along way Vlad thought, He thought back to an event that happend not long ago the local guild master got a little full of himself and felt he was more powerful than he was. Vlad got word thru one of the Queens advisors that Ortho the guild master was starting to up his rackets and stirring up trouble. Vlad as always looking out for the Queens interest broke into the guild hall bypassing all the traps and alarms with ease, and in at least one instance on a non lethal trap rigged the disarm device to set it off.
Sneaking into Orth's room Vlad woke the guild leader and spoke to him of the error of his ways and that if he did not back off in his operations the next visit might not be so friendly.
Once again Vlad thought it was good to see the others and hoped soon there would be another grand adventure.
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