doghead
thotd
'he has no name', warforged warrior.
ooc: Will Save (1d20+1=8)
I would suspect that he fails that one.
ooc: Will Save (1d20+1=8)
I would suspect that he fails that one.
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Q'Barra: Into the Emerald Forest
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Pebele
First Post
Once the strange green object is revealed, Sanae gasps quietly. She was unsure of the stranger before, but with this unexpected twist Sanae is on full alert. She gripped her sword tightly and backed away from Aldinis.
"What form of sorcery is this? What is the meaning of this, explain yourself!"
She heared Xavier speaking at the same moment she was, and was relieved to know that she was not the only one who was suspicious of the glowing rod.
With her suspicions raised, she focused on the glowing rod and tried to assess whether it was an object of darkness.
OOC: Sanae is trying to detect evil on the strange green object.
"What form of sorcery is this? What is the meaning of this, explain yourself!"
She heared Xavier speaking at the same moment she was, and was relieved to know that she was not the only one who was suspicious of the glowing rod.
With her suspicions raised, she focused on the glowing rod and tried to assess whether it was an object of darkness.
OOC: Sanae is trying to detect evil on the strange green object.
Urko
First Post
Dockside Encounter (continued –Borden, ‘he has no name’)
The iridescent jet overwhelms ‘he has no name’s’ senses, leaving him temporarily blinded and unable to act.
‘he has no name’ is blinded and stunned. His dog is unaffected – go ahead and post its actions (defending it’s master, perhaps?). Borden may also act.
Update for the rest of the party later today. As a side note, you may have noticed that I’m not posting much, if at all, on weekends. That pattern is likely to continue for the next few weeks.
The iridescent jet overwhelms ‘he has no name’s’ senses, leaving him temporarily blinded and unable to act.
‘he has no name’ is blinded and stunned. His dog is unaffected – go ahead and post its actions (defending it’s master, perhaps?). Borden may also act.
Update for the rest of the party later today. As a side note, you may have noticed that I’m not posting much, if at all, on weekends. That pattern is likely to continue for the next few weeks.
Old Borden, Human male Clr4
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Devian Borden
Old Borden
Human male, Cleric 4 of the Sovereign Host
Alignment: Neutral Good
Age: 67
Str 6 (-2)
Dex 9 (-1)
Con 8 (-1)
Int 14 (+2)
Wis 19 (+4)
Cha 16 (+3)
Action Points: 7
HD 4d8-4 (hp 19)
Initiative: -1
Speed: 30 .......... [base 30, light armor]
AC 15 ... [base 10, +5 armor, -1 dex, +1 deflection]
- Touch 10 ........ [base 10, -1 dex, +1 deflection]
- Flat Footed 15 .. [base 10, -1 dex, +1 deflection]
Saves: Fort +3, Ref +0, Will +8
BAB +3, Grapple +1
Attacks:
- Quarterstarff +2 melee (1d6-2, bludgeoning 20x2)
- Crossbow +3 ranged (1d8, piercing, 19-20x2, 20 ft.)
Skills:28
+6 Concentration ......[7 ranks, -1 con]
+10 Diplomacy ..........[7 ranks, +3 cha]
+9 Knowledge(religion).[7 ranks, +2 int]
+1 Knowledge(history)..[1 rank, +2 int]
+5 Heal................[1 rank, +4 wis]
+5 Craft (woodworking).[1 rank, +4 wis]
+6 Sense motive (cc)...[2 ranks, +4 wis]
Feats:
- Scribe scroll
- Sacred Boost
- Extra turning
Turn undead:
10/day, 60ft
check: 1d20+3
damage: 2d6+7
Domains:
-Sun (greater turning 1/day)
-Healing (+1 CL healing spells)
Spells:
5/4+1/3+1
Lv0 (DC 14) 5
Cure minor wounds, Guidance, Detect magic, Light x2
Lv1 (DC 15) 4+1
Bless,Cause fear, Sanctuary, Shield of faith + Endure elements
Lv2 (DC 16) 3+1
Bears endurance, Hold person, Zone of truth + Heat metal
Posessions:--------------------->5345gp
Chain Shirt +1...................1250gp
Mwk Quarterstaff / Holy symbol....300gp
Ring of protection +1 ...........2000gp
Mwk light crossbow................335gp
Bolts x30...........................3gp
Cloack of resistance +1 .........1000gp
Wand of cure light wounds x30 ....450gp
Pocket knife........................2gp
Backpack............................5gp
-Waterskin
-Bedroll
-Rations x2
-Flint/Steel
-candles
-writing tools and parchment
Treasure:
5gp
Background:
Devian is a neutral good cleric of the Sovereign host.
When he was younger he served in the war, fighting against the Karranthi
(that's why he hates undead) but he was always in support,
healing the wounded -a thing he's always had a knack for.
For 30 years he's been content with being a small town cleric,
helping refugees and people fleeing from the fronts.
He never wanted profit and will heal anyone who needs it.
Now that the war is finally over, he intends to fullfill a
promise made to a halfling friend who died in his care, to
find out what happened to his family, a young dragonmarked
halfling of house Jorasco with a wife and infant son who
dissapeared in one of their travels 20 years ago.
For the last two years Devian has been joining bands of adventurers
and honing up his skills, he discovered that he enjoys life on the
road and adventure makes him feel younger.
Appearance:
Tall and thin, Old borden has weathered olive skin. He is completely bald, but keeps a short and thick white beard he usually strokes while thinking.
His green eyes look intelligent and happy.
He wears loose priest robes, tied by a sash on the waist from which the silver holy symbol of the Sovereign host hangs. Underneath the robes a fine chain shirt can be seen.
Borden uses a quarterstaff bound with mithril and with an embedded holy symbol as a focus for his power, walking aid and ocassional weapon. When he travels he hangs his crossbow and a small backpack on his back.
Personality:
Old borden is wise and kind. He has seen a lot of good and bad in the world, and since the days of the war he dedicated himself to selflessly help those in need. He is a positive fellow, always in a good mood. He preaches the Host's teachings but is no fanatic, he accepts that many are faithless or neglect their worship, Borden hopes that by his acts of good he will set an example and win them over.
He doesnt tolerate liers and is a very good judge of character.
You can always find with him a small pocket knife that he uses to carve wood when he has time, and candles for a nightly prayer.
He prays for spells and guidance at night before sleeping or first thing in the morning. He prefers praying at night for spells of a more agressive nature.
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Borden staff starts to glow with a terrible light, as he calls upon the Gods to instill fear in the heart of the little crossbow wielding kobold.
ooc: casts Cause fear at the crosbow wielding kobold, save DC15
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Devian Borden
Old Borden
Human male, Cleric 4 of the Sovereign Host
Alignment: Neutral Good
Age: 67
Str 6 (-2)
Dex 9 (-1)
Con 8 (-1)
Int 14 (+2)
Wis 19 (+4)
Cha 16 (+3)
Action Points: 7
HD 4d8-4 (hp 19)
Initiative: -1
Speed: 30 .......... [base 30, light armor]
AC 15 ... [base 10, +5 armor, -1 dex, +1 deflection]
- Touch 10 ........ [base 10, -1 dex, +1 deflection]
- Flat Footed 15 .. [base 10, -1 dex, +1 deflection]
Saves: Fort +3, Ref +0, Will +8
BAB +3, Grapple +1
Attacks:
- Quarterstarff +2 melee (1d6-2, bludgeoning 20x2)
- Crossbow +3 ranged (1d8, piercing, 19-20x2, 20 ft.)
Skills:28
+6 Concentration ......[7 ranks, -1 con]
+10 Diplomacy ..........[7 ranks, +3 cha]
+9 Knowledge(religion).[7 ranks, +2 int]
+1 Knowledge(history)..[1 rank, +2 int]
+5 Heal................[1 rank, +4 wis]
+5 Craft (woodworking).[1 rank, +4 wis]
+6 Sense motive (cc)...[2 ranks, +4 wis]
Feats:
- Scribe scroll
- Sacred Boost
- Extra turning
Turn undead:
10/day, 60ft
check: 1d20+3
damage: 2d6+7
Domains:
-Sun (greater turning 1/day)
-Healing (+1 CL healing spells)
Spells:
5/4+1/3+1
Lv0 (DC 14) 5
Cure minor wounds, Guidance, Detect magic, Light x2
Lv1 (DC 15) 4+1
Bless,
Lv2 (DC 16) 3+1
Bears endurance, Hold person, Zone of truth + Heat metal
Posessions:--------------------->5345gp
Chain Shirt +1...................1250gp
Mwk Quarterstaff / Holy symbol....300gp
Ring of protection +1 ...........2000gp
Mwk light crossbow................335gp
Bolts x30...........................3gp
Cloack of resistance +1 .........1000gp
Wand of cure light wounds x30 ....450gp
Pocket knife........................2gp
Backpack............................5gp
-Waterskin
-Bedroll
-Rations x2
-Flint/Steel
-candles
-writing tools and parchment
Treasure:
5gp
Background:
Devian is a neutral good cleric of the Sovereign host.
When he was younger he served in the war, fighting against the Karranthi
(that's why he hates undead) but he was always in support,
healing the wounded -a thing he's always had a knack for.
For 30 years he's been content with being a small town cleric,
helping refugees and people fleeing from the fronts.
He never wanted profit and will heal anyone who needs it.
Now that the war is finally over, he intends to fullfill a
promise made to a halfling friend who died in his care, to
find out what happened to his family, a young dragonmarked
halfling of house Jorasco with a wife and infant son who
dissapeared in one of their travels 20 years ago.
For the last two years Devian has been joining bands of adventurers
and honing up his skills, he discovered that he enjoys life on the
road and adventure makes him feel younger.
Appearance:
Tall and thin, Old borden has weathered olive skin. He is completely bald, but keeps a short and thick white beard he usually strokes while thinking.
His green eyes look intelligent and happy.
He wears loose priest robes, tied by a sash on the waist from which the silver holy symbol of the Sovereign host hangs. Underneath the robes a fine chain shirt can be seen.
Borden uses a quarterstaff bound with mithril and with an embedded holy symbol as a focus for his power, walking aid and ocassional weapon. When he travels he hangs his crossbow and a small backpack on his back.
Personality:
Old borden is wise and kind. He has seen a lot of good and bad in the world, and since the days of the war he dedicated himself to selflessly help those in need. He is a positive fellow, always in a good mood. He preaches the Host's teachings but is no fanatic, he accepts that many are faithless or neglect their worship, Borden hopes that by his acts of good he will set an example and win them over.
He doesnt tolerate liers and is a very good judge of character.
You can always find with him a small pocket knife that he uses to carve wood when he has time, and candles for a nightly prayer.
He prays for spells and guidance at night before sleeping or first thing in the morning. He prefers praying at night for spells of a more agressive nature.
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Borden staff starts to glow with a terrible light, as he calls upon the Gods to instill fear in the heart of the little crossbow wielding kobold.
ooc: casts Cause fear at the crosbow wielding kobold, save DC15
Urko
First Post
Aldinis’ Tale (Eff Flat, Erin, Sanae, Xavier)
When Xavier and Sanae become almost threatening in their negative reactions, Aldinis throws the cloth over the crystalline object. The unnatural light fades and the strange emotions it evoked diminish, but do not disappear entirely. ”A very...unusual effect, wouldn’t you say?” Sanae peers at it with the sight granted her by the Silver Flame. She detects no evil, but, more disturbingly, she cannot sense it at all; it's as if it isn't there.
Aldinis wraps the object up completely and pushes it back into the tube. All of you feel a return to normalcy when she replaces the lid. ”I apologize for upsetting you. Perhaps I should have warned you what to expect. But the scholar in me wanted to see your reactions.”
“I found this in Xen’drik, at the site of an ancient battle. The devastation of the place was unimaginable – barely one stone stood on top of another. And yet this seemingly fragile object was intact, unscathed – except that its odd shape seems to imply that it is not. There must be another half.” She smiles and pulls a small journal, stuffed with loose sheets of paper, from a pocket.
“This is going to be a bit of a disjointed story, I’m afraid. Rather the nature of the Prophecy.” She sighs and looks momentarily weary. ”Anyway, when I found this, I was affected as you were. Still am, but it becomes more...manageable with repeated exposure. The case it’s in has a thin layer of lead, which seems to block its power entirely.
“I knew at once it was an object of immense power. Such a thing should have created a ripple within the Prophecy – some trail that I could track to understand its nature and purpose.” She absently thumbs through the journal. ”You may imagine that as a scholar my research is done in libraries, but the Prophecy is not written in dusty books or crumbling scrolls. It is written in the heavens, in the movements of the stars and moons. It is written in the land, in the slow ebb and flow of rivers and mountains. It is written in life itself, in our interactions with each other.”
Aldinis trails off with a laugh. ”I’m sorry, I’m digressing and telling you more than you need to know. I think I missed my calling as a lecturer at the Library of Korranberg. I’ll try to be brief and come to the point. With careful observation and the help of a diviner, I figured out that this object has a ‘pull’ to a certain place. Somewhere in the jungles of Q’Barra. With that as a clue, I looked for portions of the Prophecy dealing with that region.”
“When I said the Prophecy isn’t written, that was a bit of an overstatement. Portions of it have been written down, mostly by the dragons of Argonnessen. But the Prophecy is difficult to translate into words – our languages, even the dragons’ language, are too imprecise. The results are usually hard to understand until after the events they describe have already come to pass.”
She pulls a yellowed, flaking sheet of paper from the journal and unfolds it. Thick black draconic pictograms fill the center of the page. Translations and notes in Common have been made in the margins in a scrawling, difficult-to-read hand. ”This is a page from a transcription of the Codex Alaraxus. To give you an idea how old it is, the verse was originally believed to pertain to a group of hobgoblin princes who fought together in a mercenary band just after the battle of Duur’shaarat.” She passes the page around for each of you to see.
When Xavier and Sanae become almost threatening in their negative reactions, Aldinis throws the cloth over the crystalline object. The unnatural light fades and the strange emotions it evoked diminish, but do not disappear entirely. ”A very...unusual effect, wouldn’t you say?” Sanae peers at it with the sight granted her by the Silver Flame. She detects no evil, but, more disturbingly, she cannot sense it at all; it's as if it isn't there.
Aldinis wraps the object up completely and pushes it back into the tube. All of you feel a return to normalcy when she replaces the lid. ”I apologize for upsetting you. Perhaps I should have warned you what to expect. But the scholar in me wanted to see your reactions.”
“I found this in Xen’drik, at the site of an ancient battle. The devastation of the place was unimaginable – barely one stone stood on top of another. And yet this seemingly fragile object was intact, unscathed – except that its odd shape seems to imply that it is not. There must be another half.” She smiles and pulls a small journal, stuffed with loose sheets of paper, from a pocket.
“This is going to be a bit of a disjointed story, I’m afraid. Rather the nature of the Prophecy.” She sighs and looks momentarily weary. ”Anyway, when I found this, I was affected as you were. Still am, but it becomes more...manageable with repeated exposure. The case it’s in has a thin layer of lead, which seems to block its power entirely.
“I knew at once it was an object of immense power. Such a thing should have created a ripple within the Prophecy – some trail that I could track to understand its nature and purpose.” She absently thumbs through the journal. ”You may imagine that as a scholar my research is done in libraries, but the Prophecy is not written in dusty books or crumbling scrolls. It is written in the heavens, in the movements of the stars and moons. It is written in the land, in the slow ebb and flow of rivers and mountains. It is written in life itself, in our interactions with each other.”
Aldinis trails off with a laugh. ”I’m sorry, I’m digressing and telling you more than you need to know. I think I missed my calling as a lecturer at the Library of Korranberg. I’ll try to be brief and come to the point. With careful observation and the help of a diviner, I figured out that this object has a ‘pull’ to a certain place. Somewhere in the jungles of Q’Barra. With that as a clue, I looked for portions of the Prophecy dealing with that region.”
“When I said the Prophecy isn’t written, that was a bit of an overstatement. Portions of it have been written down, mostly by the dragons of Argonnessen. But the Prophecy is difficult to translate into words – our languages, even the dragons’ language, are too imprecise. The results are usually hard to understand until after the events they describe have already come to pass.”
She pulls a yellowed, flaking sheet of paper from the journal and unfolds it. Thick black draconic pictograms fill the center of the page. Translations and notes in Common have been made in the margins in a scrawling, difficult-to-read hand. ”This is a page from a transcription of the Codex Alaraxus. To give you an idea how old it is, the verse was originally believed to pertain to a group of hobgoblin princes who fought together in a mercenary band just after the battle of Duur’shaarat.” She passes the page around for each of you to see.
In the aftermath of the destruction of a mighty empire,
Six broken souls will come together on a new throne.
A weary soldier, self consuming a mouthful at a time;
A servant of the childrens’ light, denied the forgiveness given freely others;
One high born, thrust from house and cut off from long accustomed privelege;
One forged in war, but made incomplete and hollow within;
Another created by artifice, touched by melody and set to wander;
An aged servant of the divine, finding youth in adventure.
A seemingly simple path is not what it appears,
If the onion’s layers are peeled away, that which slumbers will be exposed.
Making whole that which was split is the key
To empowering the dream or unleashing the nightmare.
Six broken souls will come together on a new throne.
A weary soldier, self consuming a mouthful at a time;
A servant of the childrens’ light, denied the forgiveness given freely others;
One high born, thrust from house and cut off from long accustomed privelege;
One forged in war, but made incomplete and hollow within;
Another created by artifice, touched by melody and set to wander;
An aged servant of the divine, finding youth in adventure.
A seemingly simple path is not what it appears,
If the onion’s layers are peeled away, that which slumbers will be exposed.
Making whole that which was split is the key
To empowering the dream or unleashing the nightmare.
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Harvey
First Post
Erin
Erin looks puzzled as she studies the scriped leaflet. "From what little I know of the draconic prophecy, they say that the dragonmarks are a part of it as well... as for this Codex Alaraxus, I do not know what to make. The references are vague, but I can see where they might lead you to us... for instance, this "weary soldier" could be you, Xavier, while Sanae could be this "servant of the childrens' light... after all, isn't the speaker of the Silver Flame a simple child?" she says, turning to Sanae. "And I suppose I could be this "high born", while our unnamed 'forged friend might be considered "incomplete and hollow"... and Eff Flat here is definitely "touched by melody". But what of this divine champion? I know of no divine worshippers with the exception of Sanae here. While I do not discount the possibilities of the prohpecy, the artificer in me tends to look at this with a sceptical eye..."
Erin looks to the rest of the group to gauge their opinions of the parchment.
Erin looks puzzled as she studies the scriped leaflet. "From what little I know of the draconic prophecy, they say that the dragonmarks are a part of it as well... as for this Codex Alaraxus, I do not know what to make. The references are vague, but I can see where they might lead you to us... for instance, this "weary soldier" could be you, Xavier, while Sanae could be this "servant of the childrens' light... after all, isn't the speaker of the Silver Flame a simple child?" she says, turning to Sanae. "And I suppose I could be this "high born", while our unnamed 'forged friend might be considered "incomplete and hollow"... and Eff Flat here is definitely "touched by melody". But what of this divine champion? I know of no divine worshippers with the exception of Sanae here. While I do not discount the possibilities of the prohpecy, the artificer in me tends to look at this with a sceptical eye..."
Erin looks to the rest of the group to gauge their opinions of the parchment.
doghead
thotd
'he has no name' warforged warrior.
The warforged stumbles a little as he is engulfed in a stream of colored light. He throws up his hands to cover his eyes, but already it is too late. The warforged steadies himself, reaching out with his hands to see if there are any obstructions nearby.
The hound takes a couple more steps before, sensing that the his companion is no longer with him, it stops and looks behind. The hound doesn't understand, but it doesn't like it anyway. It begins to bark. It takes a few cautious steps towards the warforged. It barks some more. Not satisfied with the result, it dashes forwards and nips the warforged's leg.
"Hey," the warforged rumbles. "Thats not helping. Why don't you watch out for those little ones."
The hound, of course, just barks some more.
The warforged stumbles a little as he is engulfed in a stream of colored light. He throws up his hands to cover his eyes, but already it is too late. The warforged steadies himself, reaching out with his hands to see if there are any obstructions nearby.
The hound takes a couple more steps before, sensing that the his companion is no longer with him, it stops and looks behind. The hound doesn't understand, but it doesn't like it anyway. It begins to bark. It takes a few cautious steps towards the warforged. It barks some more. Not satisfied with the result, it dashes forwards and nips the warforged's leg.
"Hey," the warforged rumbles. "Thats not helping. Why don't you watch out for those little ones."
The hound, of course, just barks some more.
Pebele
First Post
Once the green object has been put away Sanae relaxes slightly, moving her hand away from the hilt of her sword.
She studies the parchment while listening to Erin, then takes a moment before speaking.
"Yes, the Keeper of the Flame is a child. However, none of this is specific and you mentioned yourself that it was thought to pertain to another group ages ago. And, as Erin mentioned, we are but a group of five. And even discounting all of that, what would you have us do? We are already commited to another task."
This is certainly an unexpected twist. I am not comfortable with this woman and her prophecy. I will have to speak with the others in private. If there is such a thing as privacy anymore.
She studies the parchment while listening to Erin, then takes a moment before speaking.
"Yes, the Keeper of the Flame is a child. However, none of this is specific and you mentioned yourself that it was thought to pertain to another group ages ago. And, as Erin mentioned, we are but a group of five. And even discounting all of that, what would you have us do? We are already commited to another task."
This is certainly an unexpected twist. I am not comfortable with this woman and her prophecy. I will have to speak with the others in private. If there is such a thing as privacy anymore.
Yeoman
First Post
Xavier didn't relax after the glowing object was put away, in fact he tensed even more.
He listened to the woman speak, then to his companions before speaking on his own.
"Right, so, we're some ragtag group of divine saviors, is that it? You actually expect us to believe in some ancient prophecy that you can't even really define yourself? You have to be mad."
He shook his head and narrowed his eyes, waiting to see what would unfold next.
He listened to the woman speak, then to his companions before speaking on his own.
"Right, so, we're some ragtag group of divine saviors, is that it? You actually expect us to believe in some ancient prophecy that you can't even really define yourself? You have to be mad."
He shook his head and narrowed his eyes, waiting to see what would unfold next.
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