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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Chauzu" data-source="post: 2686137" data-attributes="member: 9655">Posting guidelines and reminders:<ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Please post on this thread at least every other day. If you won’t be posting, due to vacation or whatever, let me know and I will take care of your character in the meantime. If you disappear for longer than 7 days without notice, I will take control of the character until a replacement player is found.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Please select a color for your characters’ speeches, but don’t use one that another player or myself is already using. First come, first serve. Your characters’ thoughts should be in italics and of your selected color.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Put anything OOC in spoiler blocks to make things neater.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Unless told otherwise all rolls will be done by myself.</li> </ul>And without further ado, let us begin…__________It is the 24th day of the month of Eleint and all is well in the Cormyrian city of Wheloon (as it has been this past year). The town has grown fairly well. The lord of city, Sarp Redbeard, struck at luck as his wife finally gave birth, and twins they were. The city itself struck at rich as profits skyrocketed for the city’s businesses. And during the last ten months, only three minor crimes were reported. However, this month strange things began to happen. People began to disappear.Three months ago twelve adventurers entered town for individual reasons. Though they were adventurers they could not bring themselves to depart this town. Their fates were already set, but of course untold. These adventurers have yet to meet each other. During the same time these travelers came to Wheloon the Red Wizards of Thay established a small compound outside of town. The adventurers heard of this, but have not gone to the compound yet. Led by a fledgling Red Wizard, the wizards and their bodyguards of this compound have a small operation in which they produce potions, scrolls, and occasionally minor magic weapons and armor.A couple of days ago the adventurers heard of rumors of the disappearance of two young men who never returned to their homes the night before. The men were strong, healthy, and fit, working as loggers. The adventurers investigated a bit individually, discovering that the men were last seen at one of the local taverns named the Golden Songbird, speaking with a tall woman with long, dark hair. The men left with her, and the three were spotted walking out of town as a group. A local merchant got into contact with each of the adventurers and asked them to meet at the same tavern where the incident began, offering information on the disappearance. Ironically, all of the adventurers just happened to get to the tavern at the same time. They greeted each other and minded their own businesses. One by one they entered the tavern...‘Crackle and boom’ bellowed the evening sky above, a collection of dark storm clouds casting an unwanted shadow upon the land. As the adventurers all slipped in through the tavern’s front door, an elaborate door engraved with the tavern’s mascot bird, water began to rain down from the sky. By the second it would get harder and harder as it fell.“Just my luck as usual!” complained an old, raspy voice from inside the tavern. The golden bird engraved on the door was newly painted and bright, noted with a piece of paper above the engraving stating not to touch. As the last adventurer entered the tavern, she noticed the paint begin to smear down the door from the rain.The tavern was crowded with all walks of life trying to hide from the downpour, yet to the adventurers’ knowledge they have no clue who this merchant is and what he looks like, for they were all contacted by letter. All but a few bar stools were taken, and it appeared that only one round table was available off in the corner, dimly lit by a torch light sitting in the center of the table.Crackle and boom. Bump and ‘Pardon’. The tavern continued to fill while the few behind the bar counter were hustling like worker bees. The old tavern owner, Mr. Biskbyr, looked stressed. “Shouldn’t have done that door this mornin’,” he would say over and over again to himself as he filled the mugs. “Next thing comin’ is my newly tiled roof falling apart.”When he noticed the newcomers pile into his tavern, he greeted them with a sigh. “Welcome to the No-Longer-Golden Songbird…” His fake smile was missing a few teeth and made him look even more miserable. “Enjoy yourself to some shelter and ale.”[sblock]Your characters have not met each other yet, so spend some time conversing if you shall and find a place to relax as you wait for the merchant to show his face.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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