Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch

[ferretguy]

Ackalon stiffles a chuckle as he notes the cockiness of the young(?)sea-elf and the crestfallen look after the human wizards remarks. "So this here Chieftan has this artifact and you want us to get it...no big deal...of course whats in it for us? And if its such a threat why not use some of the powerfull mages and warriors here to get it?

 

[DralonXitz]

Ackalon stiffles a chuckle as he notes the cockiness of the young(?)sea-elf and the crestfallen look after the human wizards remarks. "So this here Chieftan has this artifact and you want us to get it...no big deal...of course whats in it for us? And if its such a threat why not use some of the powerfull mages and warriors here to get it?

Taking another long drag on his pipe, the mage brushes his hair back and looks at the Half-Elf, "Please my friend, allow me to finish. Yes, the Order of Chazrael, the Nation of Ultimia for that matter, needs this Sceptre, in order to keep Men'Thar safe. But even Arch-Mage Brima himself could not retrieve the Sceptre, even the Order of the 8 could not. For as long as the eternal enemy of Skelandgrief remains in hiding, they are Invulnerable. No force, on Men'Thar or the Nexus can slay the Chieftain as long as Amun remains fallen. But that could change, and that is why I need your help. If you agree to assist me, no, assist Men'Thar, I shall explain more."

 

[deadestdai]

The wizard looks down for a moment, puffing on his pipe as he looks up at the cocky Sea-Elf and replies, "Actually no, I had just heard you knew a little about Magic, and they needed a mage and all, I had planned on letting the Human lead, he's got a Horse and all."

Throughout the walk to the wizard's room Skarsus had been engrossed in all the sights and fascinating curiosities taht any Borderlands lad could imagine. Books upon books and Skarsus couldn't even hope to read a single one. (Not that he could hardly read all that well at all in the first place.) But he was sure they had the prettiest pictures.

Once inside, with Palientha safely tied to the kind dwarf's cart, He tried his best to take in all that the wizard had to say. He seemed important and was obviously the person who had sent for the young rider. The angry elf and the wizard fenced with words for a small moment then Skarsus heard the wizard's plan, that "he" was to lead the group in a quest to find some majick stick. Sceptre. Umm. Majick sceptre.

The young warrior stood, Gladly I woud undertake your quest Sir Wizard. He said followed with a clumbsy bow. And suddenly aware that probably all eyes were on his person, he hurridly sat down again, hands in his lap.

 

[Vendetta]

"Of course, how silly of me," Zar-Vroxiar says in mock surprize, "He has a horse! Why didn't I see that? And how silly of me to think that it might have been my special knowledge of the Scepter that you might be seeking when, of course, it is my talent in magic that is really what you seek. Again, I was silly and a wee bit foolish, I must admit, to think that someone here must have more knowledge of the magical arts than myself." Zar turns away, anger apparent on his face.

With his back to the group, Zar begins to speak again in a low, acid-filled voice. "Ware, wizard, half-breed, and the rest of you lot, do not mock me." Zar turns slowly to face the group. "Now, speak your part, wizard, and quit playing games. If the Chieftan is so powerful, how then could even the charge of the human's magical cow recover the scepter from him?

 

[DralonXitz]

The mage laughs softly at the angry Elf as he scoots into his desk, reading at the book spread over the table.

"He cannot. Now listen. As I said, as long as Amun is fallen, Skelandgrief is invincible, for no Kingdom in the world has as much hatred towards any entity as Amun has towards Skelandgrief. They alone would have the power to slay the Chieftain. But of course, everyone knows they are long gone."

"At least that's what they would like us to believe..."

The wizard pushes the book over to the Sea-Elf, stretching back as he retracts his hand. On the book's dusty pages, a long stretch of Elvish text is written, in pure black ink, with a Cross emblazoned on the top. The text reads basiclly, "The Amunians, long thought to be extinct, have been located my Lord, in an Old Church 200 Miles east of Argento, in a small town called Zakor. I was shocked when I stumbled upon this knowledge, hearing it from a local bartender. At first, I didn't believe it, until I entered the ancient building. It was unbelievable, inside, a massive Golden Hall, filled with people, all moving silently, in Golden Robes, with huge Dragons across their chests. The altars and stands around the rooms contained ancient suits of Armor, Lances, Artifacts that would be considered Priceless. They also had a massive library, though I was not allowed inside, the view from the glass was amazing. I have confirmed, through their leader, known as the Fallen Patriarch, that they are infact the last decendents of Amun. Apparently, when the Goblins assaulted St. Pox, a small band of survivors escaped through a back entrance and fled to Mier, where they now live in Eternal Shame, doomed by their past."

 

[Vendetta]

"And...?" The Sea Elf prompts at the end of the wizard's words, staring intently at the book. "We are to go there? Bring these people out of hiding? Hunt them down and punish them for being cowards? What?" His impatience as obvious as his thirst for knowledge, Zar looks up, making eye contact with the wizard.

 

[DralonXitz]

"And...?" The Sea Elf prompts at the end of the wizard's words, staring intently at the book. "We are to go there? Bring these people out of hiding? Hunt them down and punish them for being cowards? What?" His impatience as obvious as his thirst for knowledge, Zar looks up, making eye contact with the wizard.

The Wizard slams the book shut and agrily looks at the Sea-Elf, his annoyance with him growing very high.

"By the beard of Brima, do you not have any sense lad? I brought you here because I heard you were quite a talented, wise, and disciplined mage. But so far, all I see is a cocky little snot, who's arrogance is only surpassed by his stupidity."

Looking at the Human, he calms down and speaks.

"Sir, what I would request of you and your party, is that you travel to Zakor. It is in your Homeland, so I assumed you would be best to lead. We need you to find this Church, gain entry, by Legal means..." as he eyes the Half-Elf,And Convince these people to help us. They will know entirely what must be done, as it has always been the way of Amunians to keep records very neat. When you have accomplished this, you, and the Amunians, must take down The Chieftain of Skelandgrief, send his empire into hiding deep within the Earth, and Rebuild Amun forever. This will be an arduous task, and you will face countless obsticuls. But I trust you 5 shall be able to accomplish it. And my Sea-Elf friend, I do apologize. Take this as a token of my trust.". The mage reaches into his desk and pulls out a small package, tied with a golden string.

"Take care of this my friend. For one day, it shall save your life..."

Next, he pulls out a small black box, jingling as he slides it over to the Human.

"For you my friend, a set of shoes for your steed, mastercrafted by some of the Finest Elven smiths of the land. I can assure you you will like the results"(OOC: Horseshoes of Speed, Double the Speed of your Horse)

Next, he pulls out yet another package, tied as the Elves was, and slides it to the Half-Elf.

"For you my friend, a Silk Vest, but with a Special Magic inside, a set of Lockpicks, that have been enchanted to assist you in picking any lock."(OOC: The Vest of Escape. When Worn by the PC, enchantment is activated, a set of Lockpicks are inside, +4 Bonus to Open Lock Checks when Used. If 15 feet or more from vest, they lose their power until returned to the Vest.)

Next, he pulls out a small box, with a Dwarven Seal on the Outside.

"For you, Thromgril, a Special Pair of Bracers, which will increase your chance of Surviving this Journey. Use it Wisely."(OOC: Bracers of Protection, +2 to Defense)

Finally, he removes a large, steel box, and slides it over to Derrik.

"As the last token, this is for you. A Pair of Enchanted Gauntlets, which will make you a fiercer foe in battle."(OOC: Gauntlets of Ogre Power. +2 to Strength when Both are worn.)

The Mage stands, and bows to all of you, showing much respect as he does.

"Go now, my friends, and help make Men'Thar a Safe place again. I give you the Blessings of Skyrium, and the Hope of all of Ultimia that you complete this journey."

 

[taitzu52]

Thromgril plants the handle of his axe into the ground and kneels. Those listening closely can hear him quietly say, "Finally, father, the gods have give me purpose to avenge ourselves against those goblin scum.".

He then stands up and bellows, "I, Thromgril, will serve this quest to it's end, or to whichever end finds me along the way. I need no reward, just the promise of any surviving that Thromgil's name, and the tales of his deeds and death, shall be heard in Firebreath Hall!"

Next, he pulls out a small box, with a Dwarven Seal on the Outside.

"For you, Thromgril, a Special Amulet, which will increase your chance of Surviving this Journey. Use it Wisely."(OOC: Amulet of Natural Armor, +1 to Defense)
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Thromgtil pulls a similar amulet out of his chain shirt and compares the two. "Criminy!! It's just like the on that me Mum gave me! Hey, Derrik, wanna swap?!!?", he says with an eager look in his eyes. *twinkle*

(OCC: Sorry, DX. Not being ungrateful, but I already have this baseball card!)

 

[DralonXitz]

(OOC Sorry about that taitzu, if You check up there, I changed your gift to Bracers of Protection, +2 To Armor.)

 

[taitzu52]

(OOC Sorry about that taitzu, if You check up there, I changed your gift to Bracers of Protection, +2 To Armor.)

(OCC: Hehe..alright, I'll just assume that it stacks with my armor, deflection...whatever. Hey, you're the one doing the math anyways. Sorry about that! Thanks for bearing with me, players.)

Thromgtil pulls a similar amulet out of his chain shirt and compares the two. "Criminy!! It's just like the on that me Mum gave me! Hey, Derrik, wanna swap?!!?", he says with an eager look in his eyes. *twinkle*

*Cough, cough*, "I mean, Derrik, do I smell like a swamp?" You're thinking...yes.