Hrugnir looks at Emran. "do you haven any tasks for us? guarding suply caravans, rallying any warriors living outside this town or anything else? " Hrugnir turns to the others " I could use your help with that as people have a nasty habbit of running away in fear when i run into them in the wilds. " the halfogre laughs and leans on his maul.
Paths of Legend: Lord Noran's War (IC)
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shadowmask
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crazypixie said:
Nyrazha glances at her father. Bowing, placing her hand to her head and extending her arm out – palm up, she says, “I am, of course, honored in the trust you place in me, Minister. It is, as always, my father’s decision.”
[sblock=Yet another Sense Motive check]Sense motive Keefe and Kae'ari: Did they know this request was coming? Do they trust the Minister? 1d20+5=10
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[sblock=OOC]Nevermind. Maybe I should give up the whole sense motive thing. :\ [/sblock]
Voda Vosa
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"Well my huge fellow, I do not have a moralizing presence either, maybe this young arcanist would help us in such deeds" replies Shajrom, emotionless, without moving a muscle of his face. The only thing that moved were his populated eyebrows, one up, and arched, and the other, down and flat.
ethandrew
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Keefe considers the minister's words for a few moments, digesting them with a plethora of ideas running through his head. All he can manage is to do a very unceremonious nod toward Varace, but this notion meant for him to leave the city. They wanted him to go on a diplomatic mission? Keefe? This must be desperate. It is obvious that Keefe can read between any unspoken or unnoticed lines. Whomever appointed or nominated him for this job obviously knew where Keefe's talents lie and that the need for them might yet arise.
crazy_monkey1956
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The Capital City of Azgund, the King's Palace
To the others in the room, Kae'Ari's attention seems to drift. As Kae'Ari concentrates, she becomes aware of the presence of evil in the room as an oily film hanging in the air.
Nyrazha's father considers for a moment, "This we will do, but you must provide something of equal value."
Varace nods, "Of course. The King has graciously offered his own nephew to be at your disposal once this business with Lord Noran is concluded." Varace's eyes meet Keefe's for a moment, though the meaning of that look is lost to Keefe as...
The oily film coalesces into two auras that slowly begin to congeal. The first is a nearly translucent faint aura. The second is a horrific thing of utter blackness, a sucking hole of spite and evil, overwhelming in its power. The shock of its power is so intense that Kae'Ari's concentration is broken and she is left stunned and reeling.
Frontier City of Delagund, Duchy of Vedlund
As Ahote approaches the modest keep, a guard outside the keep watches him with a cautious eye, "You must be the elf, then. Go in, a servant will announce you properly."
Lord Noran considers the words of the half-elf, the half-ogre, and the dwarf and is about to say something when the door to the hall opens and a confused looking servant announces, "My Lord, a visitor from the elven lands."
Ahote sees a grand hall full of tables and chairs, with maps and other papers spread out a the table. Gathered at the central table are Lord Noran himself, and an odd menagerie of beings: a dwarf, a bestial looking half-ogre, and a half-elf.
To the others in the room, Kae'Ari's attention seems to drift. As Kae'Ari concentrates, she becomes aware of the presence of evil in the room as an oily film hanging in the air.
Nyrazha's father considers for a moment, "This we will do, but you must provide something of equal value."
Varace nods, "Of course. The King has graciously offered his own nephew to be at your disposal once this business with Lord Noran is concluded." Varace's eyes meet Keefe's for a moment, though the meaning of that look is lost to Keefe as...
The oily film coalesces into two auras that slowly begin to congeal. The first is a nearly translucent faint aura. The second is a horrific thing of utter blackness, a sucking hole of spite and evil, overwhelming in its power. The shock of its power is so intense that Kae'Ari's concentration is broken and she is left stunned and reeling.
Frontier City of Delagund, Duchy of Vedlund
As Ahote approaches the modest keep, a guard outside the keep watches him with a cautious eye, "You must be the elf, then. Go in, a servant will announce you properly."
Lord Noran considers the words of the half-elf, the half-ogre, and the dwarf and is about to say something when the door to the hall opens and a confused looking servant announces, "My Lord, a visitor from the elven lands."
Ahote sees a grand hall full of tables and chairs, with maps and other papers spread out a the table. Gathered at the central table are Lord Noran himself, and an odd menagerie of beings: a dwarf, a bestial looking half-ogre, and a half-elf.
Yttermayn
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Ahote leaves his familiar outside to watch over the horse. He goes inside the keep and enters the hall positively beaming. At the halfway point between the door and the end of the main table, he bows a deep bow with a grand flourish of beaded buckskin coat-tails. One coat tail falls limply down over the back of his head as he continues to hold his pose. Around the time the occupants of the room start to look at each other questioningly, Ahote stands back up and approaches the group of beings. Smiling and meeting Lord Noran's eyes with a disarming gaze, Ahote greets the group: "Long days and pleasant nights, gentlemen."
Lynx_The_one
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OOC: Paranoia time.
kae'ari seems suddenly worried as she speaks "Fine, but we must go as soon as possible. The three of us will travel alone, on horse or foot. We will leave immediately" she speaks hurridly, with fear in her voice.
what could create an aura so dangerous, there is a devil or demon near, or perhaps an undead. and the lesser aura, I must watch for this, and trust no one.
kae'ari seems suddenly worried as she speaks "Fine, but we must go as soon as possible. The three of us will travel alone, on horse or foot. We will leave immediately" she speaks hurridly, with fear in her voice.
what could create an aura so dangerous, there is a devil or demon near, or perhaps an undead. and the lesser aura, I must watch for this, and trust no one.
ethandrew
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Keefe holds up his hand toward the angel dismissively, "Wait one minute. I am to be what? Offered to this ambassador?" He glances at Nyrazha and looks her veiled figure up and down. "You don't mean marriage, do you?" Shaking his own head, Keefe frowns. "Varace, why would my uncle send me out now, after all this time? No, you know what, it doesn't matter. I understand, it's my duty, it's my place, I deserve worse a fate. I'll go with these strangers. Who knows, with luck maybe you'll never see me again. Isn't that what you want here, Varace? But!" He stops and holds up a pointing finger, aiming it at Varace and then at Kae'ari, "I am not walking!"
blackdraco
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Phai was about to answer the dwar… I mean Shajrom, but didn’t know what to say. Somehow Shajrom gave Phai the creeps.
But before he could begin to answer, they were interrupted.
An elf had entered the room.
Phai turned around, when the elf walked in. #saved by the bell# Phai thought.
“I guess this is one of those situations where every hand is needed.” Phai smiles “well meet stranger”
Phai turns to Shajrom and Hrugnir. “But as I was about to say. I am, as I have said, no worrier. Neither am I an diplomat, but some of my skills may be useful in such an situation.” Phai says. “but if my skills fails me…” Phai makes a grinning smile, while looking anywhere else than Shajroms eyes “… my magic wont”
OOC: I am not from England or the USA so I hope I got the right meaning of “gave insert name here the creeps”
What I mean with it is that it makes Phai nervous, or he gets the feeling of walking through a cold shower. Something like that.
But before he could begin to answer, they were interrupted.
An elf had entered the room.
Phai turned around, when the elf walked in. #saved by the bell# Phai thought.
“I guess this is one of those situations where every hand is needed.” Phai smiles “well meet stranger”
Phai turns to Shajrom and Hrugnir. “But as I was about to say. I am, as I have said, no worrier. Neither am I an diplomat, but some of my skills may be useful in such an situation.” Phai says. “but if my skills fails me…” Phai makes a grinning smile, while looking anywhere else than Shajroms eyes “… my magic wont”
OOC: I am not from England or the USA so I hope I got the right meaning of “gave insert name here the creeps”
What I mean with it is that it makes Phai nervous, or he gets the feeling of walking through a cold shower. Something like that.
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