Malvoisin's War of the Burning Sky - IC Thread
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Malvoisin
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As the sound of the New Year's bells continues to drift in from outside, Torrent grimaces and straightens in her chair, saying, "Well, that's another year gone. I guess it's time to get down to business."
"The city's in trouble. The Ragesian army is marching on us, and will be here by tomorrow. Before then, we have a mission.
"I used to study at a magic academy to the south, called the Lyceum. They're good people. So when word reached them about Ragesia's 'Scourge,' they sent out messages calling for anyone fleeing Ragesia to come to them. They want to stand against the Ragesians, and the resistance wants their help. We just need to get a message to them.
"Normally we would have sent something by teleporting courier, but something strange is going on with planar magic. The last courier who teleported into Gate Pass, rumor is that he showed up burnt to a crisp.Not that I have that sort of magic anyway, but if we're going to talk to Lyceum, we're going to have to go overland. And that's a problem, because the city's walls are sealed.
"Ever since their emperor died, the Ragesians have been trying to show that they're not weak, and they're marching an army in our direction, since the mountain pass we're in is apparently 'strategically valuable.' Either way, a few idiots on the city council want to negotiate with the Ragesians, and rumor is they're going to invite a group of inquisitors into the city to look for 'magic-users who are hostile to the empire.' They've sealed the gates of the city so no one can get out, to make sure they look like they're cooperating, and only military personnel can get in or out.
"We're going to have to get out of the city, and I'm open to suggestions on how. Once we're out, I can get us safely to Lyceum, but before we get ahead of ourselves, we have a mission tonight.
"The short version is that we've got to meet a contact - a gnome named Rivereye Badgerface - in about an hour at a guarded depository about a half-mile from here. He's carrying a case of vital military intelligence which he stole from the Ragesian palace, and the heads of the resistance think that it needs to reach Lyceum. We've got to get that case, get out of the city, and get far away from here before the idiot city council lets the Ragesian inquisitors in. Once that happens, the odds of us escaping are-" she finishes off her mug of beer in one long guzzle "-slim."
"I know I'd love to stay here and fight against the Ragesians, but I'm no soldier, and this mission might be more important. Worst case, you can get away from the Ragesians and we can part ways a few days down the road. Best case, you can come with me to Lyceum, and we come back with an army of our own to drive off the Ragesians. But we've got to act fast either way. Are you ready for this?"
OOC: Okay, discuss!
"The city's in trouble. The Ragesian army is marching on us, and will be here by tomorrow. Before then, we have a mission.
"I used to study at a magic academy to the south, called the Lyceum. They're good people. So when word reached them about Ragesia's 'Scourge,' they sent out messages calling for anyone fleeing Ragesia to come to them. They want to stand against the Ragesians, and the resistance wants their help. We just need to get a message to them.
"Normally we would have sent something by teleporting courier, but something strange is going on with planar magic. The last courier who teleported into Gate Pass, rumor is that he showed up burnt to a crisp.Not that I have that sort of magic anyway, but if we're going to talk to Lyceum, we're going to have to go overland. And that's a problem, because the city's walls are sealed.
"Ever since their emperor died, the Ragesians have been trying to show that they're not weak, and they're marching an army in our direction, since the mountain pass we're in is apparently 'strategically valuable.' Either way, a few idiots on the city council want to negotiate with the Ragesians, and rumor is they're going to invite a group of inquisitors into the city to look for 'magic-users who are hostile to the empire.' They've sealed the gates of the city so no one can get out, to make sure they look like they're cooperating, and only military personnel can get in or out.
"We're going to have to get out of the city, and I'm open to suggestions on how. Once we're out, I can get us safely to Lyceum, but before we get ahead of ourselves, we have a mission tonight.
"The short version is that we've got to meet a contact - a gnome named Rivereye Badgerface - in about an hour at a guarded depository about a half-mile from here. He's carrying a case of vital military intelligence which he stole from the Ragesian palace, and the heads of the resistance think that it needs to reach Lyceum. We've got to get that case, get out of the city, and get far away from here before the idiot city council lets the Ragesian inquisitors in. Once that happens, the odds of us escaping are-" she finishes off her mug of beer in one long guzzle "-slim."
"I know I'd love to stay here and fight against the Ragesians, but I'm no soldier, and this mission might be more important. Worst case, you can get away from the Ragesians and we can part ways a few days down the road. Best case, you can come with me to Lyceum, and we come back with an army of our own to drive off the Ragesians. But we've got to act fast either way. Are you ready for this?"
OOC: Okay, discuss!
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stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
Coldan downed another drink. Its false warmth did not thaw the cold that was inside him, and he smirked sourly at Torrent's assessment. "Magic users won't be the only ones they'll hunt down. Ex-pats and exiles, all traitors to Ragesia, they'll all be made an example." He looks at the shadowy figure a moment. He appears Morrusian, perhaps; maybe the warning would mean something to him as well.
The warrior stared into his cups. "I'd rather fight. But that would be a suicidal gesture the accomplished nothing. If delivering this intelligence will do right in the long run... its better than the headsman axe."
Coldan looks at Torrent. His face was blank. Resolved he might be, but all of this only reminded himself of what he had lost. "Guarded? By whom? Our militia, the Reistance, or some other faction in this fracas."
The warrior stared into his cups. "I'd rather fight. But that would be a suicidal gesture the accomplished nothing. If delivering this intelligence will do right in the long run... its better than the headsman axe."
Coldan looks at Torrent. His face was blank. Resolved he might be, but all of this only reminded himself of what he had lost. "Guarded? By whom? Our militia, the Reistance, or some other faction in this fracas."
Rhun
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Xander finishes off his mug of beer, and moves to pour himself another. "Might does not make right," he says, glancing up at the gathering. "The Ragesians are no friends of mine, and they need to learn to leave others alone. My family lives within this city, and I will not sit by while the Ragesians besiege the place, and put innocents to the sword. I am willing to help in this endeaveor, if only to ensure the eventual defeat of the Ragesian army."
Rystil Arden
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"I have dedicated my blade and my purpose to the cause of the Resistance and the protection of Gate Pass. Well I know the folly of the appeasers amongst the council, for a true tyrant can never be appeased. In this, we shall not fail."
Chuckling to himself, Markus eyes those in the room once more before speaking.
"As long as Telchur wills it, I will help."
Pausing for a moment as he pours another beer, Markus knew it might be the last one he had for a while.
"Now all we need to do is meet your gnome and get out of town..."
"As long as Telchur wills it, I will help."
Pausing for a moment as he pours another beer, Markus knew it might be the last one he had for a while.
"Now all we need to do is meet your gnome and get out of town..."
stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
Coldan nurses another drink. It is hard to say how many he has had, but it couldn't be too many. But he remembered sometime he would forget to pace himself, and his purposefully forces himself to put this one down. It was not time to feel sorry for himself. It was time to a job.
To do the right thing... hopefully.
Once the mug is down, he turns to those gathered. "If we are to work together, it is best we have familiarity with ourselves. 'You have lost the battle if you do not know your weapons.' Some may have wish to conceal their true selves, that is fine. Trust is... difficult. But something by which we can call each other, and what skill brought you here, that is what we must know."
Coldan straightens up, and places his feet firmly apart a comfortable distance. When he does so, there is an obvious... presence about the stance. One that instills confidence, or that tries to anyway. "I will start. I am Coldan Ciandra. I wield a blade, and have seen time on calvary lines. I am... familiar with some of the Ragasian military tactics, and if that can be of use, and I will share them."
He looks about the room. "Who is next?"
To do the right thing... hopefully.
Once the mug is down, he turns to those gathered. "If we are to work together, it is best we have familiarity with ourselves. 'You have lost the battle if you do not know your weapons.' Some may have wish to conceal their true selves, that is fine. Trust is... difficult. But something by which we can call each other, and what skill brought you here, that is what we must know."
Coldan straightens up, and places his feet firmly apart a comfortable distance. When he does so, there is an obvious... presence about the stance. One that instills confidence, or that tries to anyway. "I will start. I am Coldan Ciandra. I wield a blade, and have seen time on calvary lines. I am... familiar with some of the Ragasian military tactics, and if that can be of use, and I will share them."
He looks about the room. "Who is next?"
Sipping his beer as one of the fur clad men, Coldan this one was called, spoke of his strengths, Markus sized him up as he did. He was a large man, nearly as broad at the shoulders as Markus was, although the furs could be giving him size that he had not earned.
~At least there will be two of us who can fight when it comes to it...~
"Markus of Telchur. As I have stated before I will use Telchur's gifts for you as long as our goals remain the same."
~At least there will be two of us who can fight when it comes to it...~
"Markus of Telchur. As I have stated before I will use Telchur's gifts for you as long as our goals remain the same."
