DarkMaster
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OOC Ok it's setup. Before I start I just want to make sure I can transcribe the description boxes legaly.
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DarkMaster
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OOC This will starts slowly for some.
After countless hours in the train, it finally arrives at the grand station. People around him are franctic. Zanick rarely saw so many people at the same time. But what is most amazing is the pace at which the people walking, talking, it looks like they never have enough time. The weather is really bad, rain is pouring on the city. The night is falling and the effect of the magical light on the city is amazing.
Zanick is supposed to meet an elderly wizard that will accompagny him to the convention.
Suddenly among the crowd an old men appears, Zanick is not sure wheter it was magic or simply that the men is used to move among such a crowd.
"Hello, young men, you must be Zanick?" How can the old man know my name? before he can even finish his taught the elderly men adds "My name is Bonal Geldem I will be your guide through out the convention. I got very good words from your teacher in Aundair. It seems you are particularly gifted. " Bonal gives a very recomforting smile to Zanick and puts his hand on Zanick shoulder. "Come we have a lot to do"
Tai is a bit lost after the death of her father. She feels that she needs to learn about those huge metropolis but doesn't know really where to start. She is sitting in a very small tavern that she doesn't even remember the name at the bottom of a tower hopping her luck will turn soon. She looks at the rain falling outside in the night. She is also amazed by the effect of the magical light on the city at night.
Pohl just met with Krollar, the local house Tharashk leader. He his an old half orc who did fortune has a bounty hunter for the house. They were recently hired to assassinate a spy that was providing information to some church. Pol never really ask too much question, concentrating only on what he needs to know to do the job. It seems that this priest had a daughter. Pohl doesn't like to kill so he hopes that she doesn't know anything about her father activity, that way he won't have to kill her. Pohl informant told him that she was know sitting, in the sleeping snake. Why on Korvaire would a young women go in such a bad places. Maybe she knows more than she should. Pohl thinks to himself, they couldn't have choosen a better day, The weather tonight is so bad.
Sarath, who was given a magical message box by house Canith. Whenever they need a job done they can call him and he has to be there within 30 minutes 24/7. They just called it's 8, Sarath barely had time to eat and now he has to go. His services are required 2 miles from here, around the edge of his area. Sarath curses the bad weather and heads towards the address he received, covering his head with a large water proof leather hat.
After countless hours in the train, it finally arrives at the grand station. People around him are franctic. Zanick rarely saw so many people at the same time. But what is most amazing is the pace at which the people walking, talking, it looks like they never have enough time. The weather is really bad, rain is pouring on the city. The night is falling and the effect of the magical light on the city is amazing.
Zanick is supposed to meet an elderly wizard that will accompagny him to the convention.
Suddenly among the crowd an old men appears, Zanick is not sure wheter it was magic or simply that the men is used to move among such a crowd.
"Hello, young men, you must be Zanick?" How can the old man know my name? before he can even finish his taught the elderly men adds "My name is Bonal Geldem I will be your guide through out the convention. I got very good words from your teacher in Aundair. It seems you are particularly gifted. " Bonal gives a very recomforting smile to Zanick and puts his hand on Zanick shoulder. "Come we have a lot to do"
Tai is a bit lost after the death of her father. She feels that she needs to learn about those huge metropolis but doesn't know really where to start. She is sitting in a very small tavern that she doesn't even remember the name at the bottom of a tower hopping her luck will turn soon. She looks at the rain falling outside in the night. She is also amazed by the effect of the magical light on the city at night.
Pohl just met with Krollar, the local house Tharashk leader. He his an old half orc who did fortune has a bounty hunter for the house. They were recently hired to assassinate a spy that was providing information to some church. Pol never really ask too much question, concentrating only on what he needs to know to do the job. It seems that this priest had a daughter. Pohl doesn't like to kill so he hopes that she doesn't know anything about her father activity, that way he won't have to kill her. Pohl informant told him that she was know sitting, in the sleeping snake. Why on Korvaire would a young women go in such a bad places. Maybe she knows more than she should. Pohl thinks to himself, they couldn't have choosen a better day, The weather tonight is so bad.
Sarath, who was given a magical message box by house Canith. Whenever they need a job done they can call him and he has to be there within 30 minutes 24/7. They just called it's 8, Sarath barely had time to eat and now he has to go. His services are required 2 miles from here, around the edge of his area. Sarath curses the bad weather and heads towards the address he received, covering his head with a large water proof leather hat.
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Delemental
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Tai sits quietly at a table near the window, nursing a mug of watered-down ale. She will continue to sit and think about her situation until either asked to leave by the proprietor (a situation she feels isn't that unlikely, given her race and the fact she's not spending much money here) or until it gets late enough that she will need to find a place to stay for the night.
OOC - Spells prepared today are:
Orisons: Create Water, Mending, Purify Food and Drink
First: Magic Stone, Remove Fear, Domain: Bless
OOC - Spells prepared today are:
Orisons: Create Water, Mending, Purify Food and Drink
First: Magic Stone, Remove Fear, Domain: Bless
'Gods Krollar, did you have to do such a messy job?'
Pohl D'Velderan speaks quietly to himself as he traverses a couple bridges down towards the lowers levels of Sharn. He had just heard the reports of Krollar's assassination of a changeling spy, and of the complete violence the half-orc used to accomplish the hit.
'I mean really! Show some class! The poor man didn't need to go out that way! Father is so right... you are not going to maintain your position if you keep screwing up like that, you stupid half-orc! A couple more months and another screw up like that and I'll be able to throw you to the curb! I mean really!'
He crosses over another bridge, and heads into one of the obsidian towers that will take him towards the Sleeping Snake... a tavern of not-very-good standing. Ordinarily Pohl wouldn't sully himself by stepping into a place like that... but he had gotten word from one of his House Thuranni contacts that the changeling that Krollar knocked off had an abandoned daughter who had just recently returned to Sharn.
'Cripes, woman... why would you hang around down here? This is disgusting! You must have much of your father's blood flowing through your veins to stay down in areas like this. You better make it worth my while coming down here to speak to you... and please don't give me any indication you knew of your father's activities, because I really don't want to have to kill you too.'
After another ten minutes of zig-zagging around pillars and shops, Pohl finally arrives at the Sleeping Snake. He walks stright up to the door, gives a nod to the ogre standing guard in front... 'Hi Bork!'... (obviously Pohl comes down here more often than he even lets on to himself if he knows the name of the ogre bouncer) and then pulls the door open and strides into the front room of the tavern. To all within, they see a tall, blond, broadshouldered man stand in the doorway with an air of arrogance about him that cries out "Look at me! Aren't I important?! C'mon! Look! Over here! Why aren't you looking?!". Pohl quickly scans the room in hopes of seeing a young changeling girl (although realizing the odds of her actually looking like a changeling are slim).
Pohl D'Velderan speaks quietly to himself as he traverses a couple bridges down towards the lowers levels of Sharn. He had just heard the reports of Krollar's assassination of a changeling spy, and of the complete violence the half-orc used to accomplish the hit.
'I mean really! Show some class! The poor man didn't need to go out that way! Father is so right... you are not going to maintain your position if you keep screwing up like that, you stupid half-orc! A couple more months and another screw up like that and I'll be able to throw you to the curb! I mean really!'
He crosses over another bridge, and heads into one of the obsidian towers that will take him towards the Sleeping Snake... a tavern of not-very-good standing. Ordinarily Pohl wouldn't sully himself by stepping into a place like that... but he had gotten word from one of his House Thuranni contacts that the changeling that Krollar knocked off had an abandoned daughter who had just recently returned to Sharn.
'Cripes, woman... why would you hang around down here? This is disgusting! You must have much of your father's blood flowing through your veins to stay down in areas like this. You better make it worth my while coming down here to speak to you... and please don't give me any indication you knew of your father's activities, because I really don't want to have to kill you too.'
After another ten minutes of zig-zagging around pillars and shops, Pohl finally arrives at the Sleeping Snake. He walks stright up to the door, gives a nod to the ogre standing guard in front... 'Hi Bork!'... (obviously Pohl comes down here more often than he even lets on to himself if he knows the name of the ogre bouncer) and then pulls the door open and strides into the front room of the tavern. To all within, they see a tall, blond, broadshouldered man stand in the doorway with an air of arrogance about him that cries out "Look at me! Aren't I important?! C'mon! Look! Over here! Why aren't you looking?!". Pohl quickly scans the room in hopes of seeing a young changeling girl (although realizing the odds of her actually looking like a changeling are slim).
As the rain poured down, Sareth tried to move quickly through the streets of Sharn. While he had not been in the city long, he had to admit that being a "salaried assistant" to House Canith was much better than "working" on a night like this. However, Sareth's instincts told him that it would not be his skill with needle and thread that was needed this night.
~Which is the reason you packed your kit under your cloak isn't ol' boy? Prepare for the worst and hope for the best...~
As a bucket of water, gods let it be water, crashed down atop of Sareth from the building beside him, Sareth swore loudly and moved as fast as his legs would carry him.
~Tall folk...by the Dragon's eyes...~
~Which is the reason you packed your kit under your cloak isn't ol' boy? Prepare for the worst and hope for the best...~
As a bucket of water, gods let it be water, crashed down atop of Sareth from the building beside him, Sareth swore loudly and moved as fast as his legs would carry him.
~Tall folk...by the Dragon's eyes...~
Karl Green
First Post
Zanick 'Zane' Marcela, human wizard
Excited and a bit nervous, Zanick shoulders his personal bag and checks to make sure his spellbook is still in his inside coat pocket. Looking around he is surprised when the old man speaks with him. "Ah, yes sir. I am so glad to be here. So very exciting". Smiling, he nods and follows Bonal where ever he is lead.
Spells today...
0 lvl - Acid Spray, Detect Magic*, Read Magic*, Message
1st lvl - Comprehend Language*, Mage Armor, Magic Missile
(* Divination spells)
DarkMaster said:
Excited and a bit nervous, Zanick shoulders his personal bag and checks to make sure his spellbook is still in his inside coat pocket. Looking around he is surprised when the old man speaks with him. "Ah, yes sir. I am so glad to be here. So very exciting". Smiling, he nods and follows Bonal where ever he is lead.
Spells today...
0 lvl - Acid Spray, Detect Magic*, Read Magic*, Message
1st lvl - Comprehend Language*, Mage Armor, Magic Missile
(* Divination spells)
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DarkMaster
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The barmaid, a tall beautiful but no so smart brunette always looking for love at the wrong place, waves at Pohl as he enters. Pohl remembers that night with her like if it was yesterday, but he is not a man of a single women and now remembers why he didn't came here that often lately(OOC if that doesn't fit the character feel free to change it).
Pohl quickly glances around and notices a women who is obviously a changeling, Pohl can barely see her facial features and her hair are quite thin are braided in her back. She is wearing a studded leather and a spear can be found on her side near her chair and easy to access. She is sitting near the window, she was looking outside at the rain and the city but now she noticed him and looks at him. She doesn't seems to be the average changeling girl. (roll search 7+8 DC 10, bluff 7+1).
Tai notices a tall, beautiful blond human who just enter the place. He is very difficult to miss, and seems quite sure of himself. (sense motive 7+5). The human seems to be badly looking for someone or something. Obviously the barmaid seems to know him more than if he was a simple client.
Bonal leads Zanick in some tortuous street and crosses many bridges. "Don't worry, I know this part of Sharn is not the safest but it is the quickest way to the academy" He then looks at Zanick with a friendly smile and adds "So happy to be in Sharn, the city of wonder. Wait till you see the university" He then looks at a big towers displaying the time for a large part of the city and says "Guess we will be a bit late"
Sareth continue his way towards his destination under the rain.
Pohl quickly glances around and notices a women who is obviously a changeling, Pohl can barely see her facial features and her hair are quite thin are braided in her back. She is wearing a studded leather and a spear can be found on her side near her chair and easy to access. She is sitting near the window, she was looking outside at the rain and the city but now she noticed him and looks at him. She doesn't seems to be the average changeling girl. (roll search 7+8 DC 10, bluff 7+1).
Tai notices a tall, beautiful blond human who just enter the place. He is very difficult to miss, and seems quite sure of himself. (sense motive 7+5). The human seems to be badly looking for someone or something. Obviously the barmaid seems to know him more than if he was a simple client.
Bonal leads Zanick in some tortuous street and crosses many bridges. "Don't worry, I know this part of Sharn is not the safest but it is the quickest way to the academy" He then looks at Zanick with a friendly smile and adds "So happy to be in Sharn, the city of wonder. Wait till you see the university" He then looks at a big towers displaying the time for a large part of the city and says "Guess we will be a bit late"
Sareth continue his way towards his destination under the rain.
Karl Green
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Zanick 'Zane' Marcela, human wizard
Zanick nods and adds "Oh it is very impressive... so many floating towers and everything is so high... of course the floating towers of Arcanix where I learned my arts was a wonder when I first befell it also... but still there is so much here... so many people... its amazing"
Zanick nods and adds "Oh it is very impressive... so many floating towers and everything is so high... of course the floating towers of Arcanix where I learned my arts was a wonder when I first befell it also... but still there is so much here... so many people... its amazing"
Delemental
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DarkMaster said:
Tai will speak to said barmaid when she apporaches her table, nodding slightly toward the human. "Who is that man? He seems to be looking for something here."
As the barmaid waves to Pohl in the doorway, he curses himself for forgetting that this was one of the nights she worked. He tries his best to put on as sincere a smile as he can.
'Hi Florana! How are things? That rash of yours clear up yet?'
Florana's eyes immediately narrow at D'Velderan's scathing insult, and when she hears a snicker from a hobgoblin sitting at one of the other tables, she snaps her neck around to confront him. This gives Pohl the chance to avoid having to speak to her... jilted former lovers always making for poor conversation. His eyes connect with the beautiful changeling woman (actually in her regular form oddly enough), and he senses within himself that once again, he's made a "connection" with a lovely lady. Whether or not that is actually true... that remains to be seen. He at least seems to think so.
'Mmm, mmm, mmm. Yep, old boy... you still got it' he says to himself under his breath.
As Florana gets pulled into a silent conversation with the changeling woman, Pohl decides to get himself a drink. It's obvious she isn't making any move to run away (and why should she, since she has no idea who he is... although he plans on changing that soon enough). Pohl strides up to the bar, places his warhammer on the counter, then gives the barman a wide inviting smile.
'Olar! Good to see you, you crusty dog! How are things? I'll take a tankard of Nightwood Ale and a slab of cheese! Still have Bork out front I see. When are you going to get him enrolled in Morgrave, huh? There's a potential Enchanter if I ever saw one! Ha ha ha!!!'
'Hi Florana! How are things? That rash of yours clear up yet?'
Florana's eyes immediately narrow at D'Velderan's scathing insult, and when she hears a snicker from a hobgoblin sitting at one of the other tables, she snaps her neck around to confront him. This gives Pohl the chance to avoid having to speak to her... jilted former lovers always making for poor conversation. His eyes connect with the beautiful changeling woman (actually in her regular form oddly enough), and he senses within himself that once again, he's made a "connection" with a lovely lady. Whether or not that is actually true... that remains to be seen. He at least seems to think so.
'Mmm, mmm, mmm. Yep, old boy... you still got it' he says to himself under his breath.
As Florana gets pulled into a silent conversation with the changeling woman, Pohl decides to get himself a drink. It's obvious she isn't making any move to run away (and why should she, since she has no idea who he is... although he plans on changing that soon enough). Pohl strides up to the bar, places his warhammer on the counter, then gives the barman a wide inviting smile.
'Olar! Good to see you, you crusty dog! How are things? I'll take a tankard of Nightwood Ale and a slab of cheese! Still have Bork out front I see. When are you going to get him enrolled in Morgrave, huh? There's a potential Enchanter if I ever saw one! Ha ha ha!!!'
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