Paths of Legend: The Azgundi Tournaments
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Valen Sablewood
Valen ponders Aleera's words before speaking thoughtfully. "Entan, you say? Then perhaps we should speak first to Alaric, and see if we can arrange a meeting. We cannot allow that dagger to fall into the wrong hands... and all of a sudden, I fear for poor Norali's fate."
Valen ponders Aleera's words before speaking thoughtfully. "Entan, you say? Then perhaps we should speak first to Alaric, and see if we can arrange a meeting. We cannot allow that dagger to fall into the wrong hands... and all of a sudden, I fear for poor Norali's fate."
Shayuri's strange silver eyes widen in a momentary expression of surprise...then unfocus a bit, as if listening to unheard voices from unseen sources.
I'm inclined to, but I need to know more. What is this 'Azilyk,' and how does its influence spread?
She spares a moment's private thought for reflecting on how glad she was that she hadn't selected Silvergard after all...it had been tempting, with that mine. Doubting Dawn's word was all but unthinkable, given her pedigree. Shayuri wanted to do the right thing, and certainly gaining the Lady Dawn's goodwill would be rewarding...but the challenges ahead made her mindful of more tangible rewards too. But how to broach the subject without seeming horribly mercenary?
I'm inclined to, but I need to know more. What is this 'Azilyk,' and how does its influence spread?
She spares a moment's private thought for reflecting on how glad she was that she hadn't selected Silvergard after all...it had been tempting, with that mine. Doubting Dawn's word was all but unthinkable, given her pedigree. Shayuri wanted to do the right thing, and certainly gaining the Lady Dawn's goodwill would be rewarding...but the challenges ahead made her mindful of more tangible rewards too. But how to broach the subject without seeming horribly mercenary?
Arkhandus
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"Eh?" Alaric mutters. "So ya know about the Serpent or whate'er she's called? Yeah, we sorta ran into this Azilyk...uh, thing, I don't think I'd call her a person, but she showed up as a ghost near Silvergard. Tried to use a cursed dagger o' hers, the item one o' our group was carrying, to possess someone until Sir William fought it off inside the dagger, or somethin' like that, with the Shadow Knight's help. At least that's what he said, dunno if I believe it."
"He fell unconscious for awhile, so did the others what tried fightin' the ghost in the dagger, but they woke up later and the dagger was stolen by a halfling. They got away, and we finished our scouting of Silvergard like we were s'posed to. I thought Azilyk was sealed in the dagger at that point, but I guess she got ahold o' the halfling's mind even after whate'er Will and the others did while fightin' Azilyk in their minds." Alaric finishes with a shrug.
He doesn't voice it, but figures that her mention of Azilyk means Lady Dawn was probably one of the group plotting with Entan and the rest to try disposing of the Dagger or something....he just needs to remember what it was that Varol the guardian said in Silvergard.... This makes him a little suspicious, especially since it was the Shadow Knight's agents that manipulated his group earlier.
"He fell unconscious for awhile, so did the others what tried fightin' the ghost in the dagger, but they woke up later and the dagger was stolen by a halfling. They got away, and we finished our scouting of Silvergard like we were s'posed to. I thought Azilyk was sealed in the dagger at that point, but I guess she got ahold o' the halfling's mind even after whate'er Will and the others did while fightin' Azilyk in their minds." Alaric finishes with a shrug.
He doesn't voice it, but figures that her mention of Azilyk means Lady Dawn was probably one of the group plotting with Entan and the rest to try disposing of the Dagger or something....he just needs to remember what it was that Varol the guardian said in Silvergard.... This makes him a little suspicious, especially since it was the Shadow Knight's agents that manipulated his group earlier.
Voda Vosa
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Muzdum will try to locate anyone of his adventure companions to tell them about the dagger and the price of their heads. He'll start searching in the tournament's grounds, and then, the taverns. If he has to drink some ale to get in, he'll make the sacrifice: after all, it's for a greater good.
crazy_monkey1956
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OOC: *grumble* EN World chose to go down when I hit the post button. I'll redo the update shortly, after I get done being annoyed. 
crazy_monkey1956
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Alaric and Shayuri: Lady Dawn's Quarters in the Lords' Manor
Lady Dawn's voice echoes within Shayuri's mind, "Azilyk is an entity of absolute evil. A ghost of sorts, as Alaric mentioned, seeking a corporeal form. She cannot be killed, only contained. Given Alaric's account, I fear she may be lurking within the mind of one of Alaric's companions, perhaps even Alaric himself. If you desire compensation, such can certainly be arranged. I will seek you out tomorrow to learn your response."
Dawn rises, her voice ringing somewhat hollow and metallic in the sparsely furnished room, "Thank you, alchemist. I look forward to seeing you both compete in the tournament. Send my regards to Entan."
With that, she turns and leaves the room.
OOC: Where are you going from here?
Renaldo: Lady Nineveh's Quarters in the Lords' Manor
Nineveh's light chuckle spreads across the room like a spring breeze, "I appreciate your concern and the fervor with which you express it. I have taken precautions to protect myself during the tournament events. One of those precautions being you and allowing you to compete. You will be able to mingle among the other tournament goers in ways I cannot. You will hear the plots and speculations and rumors and can bring them to my attention."
She stands and gestures to the door, "You are dismissed. Be aware and be wary."
OOC: Where are you going from here?
Rungner: The Hydra's Flagon
The gaunt halfling looks up sharply at Rungner as the half-ogre passes and makes a noise like a rodent's squeal, "You! You are the one! The one in my dreams!"
He thrusts the bundle in his lap at Runger and runs out of the tavern, screaming maniacally, "Norali is avenged! Norali is avenged!"
The bundle is a piece of black silk cloth wrapped around a dagger. The dagger is of masterwork quality and has a red gem in the hilt. Though sized for a halfling, as Rungner examines it, it subtly changes so that after only a few moments, it is of the appropriate size for the half-ogre to comfortably wield.
Johen and Muzdum: The Adventurer's Guild Tavern
Shokar ponders a moment before answering, "That would depend on the Lord. The Redaxe tribe would not bow to a weakling or a coward."
As Johen makes to leave, Shokar rises and bows, "Good day to you, Druid of Turen."
Muzdum enters the tavern and sees Johen just about to leave.
Aohdan: Mercenary Pursuits
The grizzled half-orc answers, "That Silvergard place has a silver mine and a defensive position to make a dwarf drool. A mercenary band could get very rich, very fast in a place like that. Problem is, lots of other folks are competing for that place, too. Be a real shame if some of 'em got hurt before the competitions, if you get my drift. Nothing lethal of course, just a few broken bones and what not. I got some of my boys signed up for the early competitions specifically to break folks and get themselves disqualified so's my elite fellas can go on to win. Seems to me you'd be good at the breakin' folks part. What do you think?"
Valen: The Elven Embassy
Aleera nods, "We should get everyone together." She takes Valen's hand and starts to leave, when a pair of elves enters the garden, engaged in heated discussion and apparently unaware of Aleera and Valen.
The first, an elderly elf dressed in the formal attire of the Elven Ambassador, "Ivellios, please. You are the only grey elf in this city and thus the only one I can turn to."
The other, a grey elf dressed in the simple yet elegant garb of an adventuring priest of the elven nature-spirits, "Ambassador, I don't know what you expect of me. I am outcast and have been for nearly 40 years. The grey elves still excommunicate those who sire half-elven children."
The ambassador sighs heavily, "Iphithis. Always Iphithis. Even without intent he is an obstacle."
Ivellios' eyes turn cold, "I would not take back the choices I have made. You have been among humans too long if you blame fate and coincidence on one is who is blameless in this circumstance."
The ambassador holds up his hands, "I'm sorry, I meant no offense. I am old and frustrated. We need unity and the grey elves instead plan to depart the world. It seems foolish to me. Are you sure there is nothing you can do?"
Ivellios looks down at the ground, "Perhaps if you could arrange a meeting with Queen Inicia, I could ask her to allow me audience with the Grey Council."
The ambassador rests a hand on Ivellios' shoulder, "That is all I ask. I'll..."
At this point, the pair finally notice Aleera and Valen as they round a hedge. The ambassador pulls himself up short, "My apologies. We did not intend to interrupt your privacy."
Aleera bows graciously, but tightens her grip on Valen's hand, saying abruptly, "We were just leaving."
Lady Dawn's voice echoes within Shayuri's mind, "Azilyk is an entity of absolute evil. A ghost of sorts, as Alaric mentioned, seeking a corporeal form. She cannot be killed, only contained. Given Alaric's account, I fear she may be lurking within the mind of one of Alaric's companions, perhaps even Alaric himself. If you desire compensation, such can certainly be arranged. I will seek you out tomorrow to learn your response."
Dawn rises, her voice ringing somewhat hollow and metallic in the sparsely furnished room, "Thank you, alchemist. I look forward to seeing you both compete in the tournament. Send my regards to Entan."
With that, she turns and leaves the room.
OOC: Where are you going from here?
Renaldo: Lady Nineveh's Quarters in the Lords' Manor
Nineveh's light chuckle spreads across the room like a spring breeze, "I appreciate your concern and the fervor with which you express it. I have taken precautions to protect myself during the tournament events. One of those precautions being you and allowing you to compete. You will be able to mingle among the other tournament goers in ways I cannot. You will hear the plots and speculations and rumors and can bring them to my attention."
She stands and gestures to the door, "You are dismissed. Be aware and be wary."
OOC: Where are you going from here?
Rungner: The Hydra's Flagon
The gaunt halfling looks up sharply at Rungner as the half-ogre passes and makes a noise like a rodent's squeal, "You! You are the one! The one in my dreams!"
He thrusts the bundle in his lap at Runger and runs out of the tavern, screaming maniacally, "Norali is avenged! Norali is avenged!"
The bundle is a piece of black silk cloth wrapped around a dagger. The dagger is of masterwork quality and has a red gem in the hilt. Though sized for a halfling, as Rungner examines it, it subtly changes so that after only a few moments, it is of the appropriate size for the half-ogre to comfortably wield.
Johen and Muzdum: The Adventurer's Guild Tavern
Shokar ponders a moment before answering, "That would depend on the Lord. The Redaxe tribe would not bow to a weakling or a coward."
As Johen makes to leave, Shokar rises and bows, "Good day to you, Druid of Turen."
Muzdum enters the tavern and sees Johen just about to leave.
Aohdan: Mercenary Pursuits
The grizzled half-orc answers, "That Silvergard place has a silver mine and a defensive position to make a dwarf drool. A mercenary band could get very rich, very fast in a place like that. Problem is, lots of other folks are competing for that place, too. Be a real shame if some of 'em got hurt before the competitions, if you get my drift. Nothing lethal of course, just a few broken bones and what not. I got some of my boys signed up for the early competitions specifically to break folks and get themselves disqualified so's my elite fellas can go on to win. Seems to me you'd be good at the breakin' folks part. What do you think?"
Valen: The Elven Embassy
Aleera nods, "We should get everyone together." She takes Valen's hand and starts to leave, when a pair of elves enters the garden, engaged in heated discussion and apparently unaware of Aleera and Valen.
The first, an elderly elf dressed in the formal attire of the Elven Ambassador, "Ivellios, please. You are the only grey elf in this city and thus the only one I can turn to."
The other, a grey elf dressed in the simple yet elegant garb of an adventuring priest of the elven nature-spirits, "Ambassador, I don't know what you expect of me. I am outcast and have been for nearly 40 years. The grey elves still excommunicate those who sire half-elven children."
The ambassador sighs heavily, "Iphithis. Always Iphithis. Even without intent he is an obstacle."
Ivellios' eyes turn cold, "I would not take back the choices I have made. You have been among humans too long if you blame fate and coincidence on one is who is blameless in this circumstance."
The ambassador holds up his hands, "I'm sorry, I meant no offense. I am old and frustrated. We need unity and the grey elves instead plan to depart the world. It seems foolish to me. Are you sure there is nothing you can do?"
Ivellios looks down at the ground, "Perhaps if you could arrange a meeting with Queen Inicia, I could ask her to allow me audience with the Grey Council."
The ambassador rests a hand on Ivellios' shoulder, "That is all I ask. I'll..."
At this point, the pair finally notice Aleera and Valen as they round a hedge. The ambassador pulls himself up short, "My apologies. We did not intend to interrupt your privacy."
Aleera bows graciously, but tightens her grip on Valen's hand, saying abruptly, "We were just leaving."
Yttermayn
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Before he stops to consider his answer, Aohdan replies: "I think I'm one of the elites. I'm not interested in being someone elses little arse-kissing dagger-holder, if you know what I mean." Aohdan does not appear to even be mildly concerned that his answer might provoke them. In fact, he seems offended that it would even be suggested that would be some dipstick lakey.
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