War of the Dragon
Six months back two terrible events occurred simultaneously. One is well known and the other is known only to a select few. The one that is known to all is that an explosion occured deep within the Disterria wastes. The magic released turned the sands and the elves that inhabited them to glass. The residual power of the explosion had an effect that brought out the latent magical abilities of some non-mages, gave a power boost to mages, and all children born hence that event seem to have become new breeds of elf, but whether they share anything beyond the pointed ears and if people will ever be able to give birth to "normal" members of their species again or if this will lead to the extinction of more than just one type of sentient only time will tell. The little known event is the releasing of a dragon by a group of kobolds atop the Oran mountains by the kobold chief Diarmuud. In more recent months a gnome has invented something he calls a firearm. They seem to come in a handful of varieties single shot pistols, muskets, and scatter guns. They're very expensive and nobody is really sure what makes them work except for the gnome who invented them.
Seat is the jewel of the human kingdom of Jansen and home to the second largest mage's college on the continent. To the north lies El Tear a great ravine, a scar from the last great war a century and a half ago the ultimate culmination of a feud between two powerful elves ashamed of the damage they caused the world the elves departed from civilized lands for the vast desert known as the Disterria Wastes, now Disterria Glass Sea, and The Veil, a great ocean of mist which swallowed up everything west of the Dwarven Oran mountains. Beyond El Tear the vast tundra home to barbarians, orcs and the fierce white dragons, the only dragons that have been seen for an age. South of Jansen is a peninsula that was once home to the elves but is now little more than an overgrown forest spotted with ruins overrun by devious kobolds. Small reptilian men who revere dragons and claim to be the progeny of the legendary creatures. Whether these claims are true or not one thing is certain about the creatures, they are xenophobic and were they not so divided by feuding clans they could be a real threat to humanity. West of Jansen lies the Oran mountains home to the dwarves and gnomes and infested by violent goblins. South of Jansen lies the Disterria Glass Sea, once home to the mighty elves and large dangerous predators before the magical explosion six months ago that turned the desert of sand into a desert of glass and practically destroying elvenkind.
In the past 5 months and 3 weeks, each of you has encountered the only commonly known nonhostile kobold known only as Kobold Stig. The seemingly ageless kobold has solid white scales and travels the world with a pet dog. When you met him he offered to answer any three questions honestly and to the best of his ability, but he asked you to meet with a few of his associates at the "Rose Apothecary and Flowers" run by one of the few surviving elves Kale Roseless at noon on this day.
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Character Template
Name:
Race:
Age:
Questions:
Magic:
Favored Weapons:
Personal Quote:
Bio:
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Name:
Race: Human, Half-Elf, Half-Orc, Halfling, Dwarf, or Gnome (Note the lack of Elf on the list, they're pretty much wiped out.)
Age:
Questions: How many questions you have left to ask Kobold Stig, if any.
Magic: None, Latent, or type(Wizard, Sorcerer, or other) if you are a mage list your favored school/element, if Latent describe how it works
Favored Weapons: List your character's favorite weapon(s), it doesn't need to be all of the weapons they carry just the one(s) they use most.
Personal Quote: Something short your character either says frequently or is important to them.
Bio: Who is your character in the eyes of the world. Are you an adventurer who seeks out trouble, are you a mage who thirsts for power, or are you a righteous defender of the weak? Also describe your meeting with Kobold Stig, including what, if any, questions you asked him.
App: A pic or description of your character.
Name: Kale Roseless
Race: Elf, although nobody has seen him without his trademark mask and dark doctor outfit in over a century.
Age: 224
Questions: 0
Magic: None
Favored Weapons: A kukri "Yawning Dragon" which allows him to shoot out dragon shaped fireworks and a dagger "Deadly Kiss" which allows him to deliver any poison he has on his person even if he hasn't applied it to the blade.
Personal Quote: "Lots of ways to help people."
Bio: Kale and his shop have been one of the few truly static things in Seat for as long as anyone can remember. He doesn't like to talk about it, but he had a brief but bloody career as assassin after the war. He settled in Seat and opened his shop with his spoils. Why he seemingly gave up violence and became a healer, he claims he just likes flowers. A little known fact about him is that he is a supplier of some of the most effective poisons in the city, but if you buy a poison from him you best make sure it's a fast acting one because he doesn't refuse to administer medical treatment. He met kobold stig 5 months and 4 days ago while he was collecting some new herbs that had sprouted after the magical explosion. He asked Kobold Stig if he knew what caused the explosion in the Disterria wasts, what caused the explosion that glassed the Disterria Wastes, and who caused it. KS asked him to host a meeting at his shop 5 months and 4 days after their meeting.
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Name: Jenkins
Race: Human
Age: 18
Questions: 0 but he still owes Kobold Stig a request
Magic: Latent: Healer's Kiss: He can cure most poisons and heal minor injuries, but he has to kiss the person either on the injury or on the lips.
Favored Weapons: A rapier((Correction it is actually a mortuary sword. The difference is that only about a foot of a rapier's blade is actually sharp while with a mortuary sword the full blade is sharp with the tip being even sharper thus making it usable for both thrusting and slashing)) made of mithral "Asp" and grenades which he calls "Gnome Magic".
Personal Quote: "We wait we're dead for sure, so to hell with it. I'm gonna rush them." "I should have died once this week already, so to hell with it. How do I stop this Drelliel?"
Bio: Jenkins is nothing special. He's a farmer's son who turned mercenary a few months back hoping his work would take him to see the Disterria Sea of Glass. No such luck though, instead he was sent to a frontier town to guard a caravan for a merchant named Lamar. Unfortunately he picked the exact wrong time to join the group. The town was attacked by a small but zealous group of kobolds. Jenkins was the only sober merc, during the attack he and a handful of townsfolk held up in a house. He discovered his ability when a girl hit with a poisoned spear decided she wasn't going to die without ever even kissing a guy. Jenkins found himself becoming surprisingly courageous after that, picked Asp up off his captain's body and charged the remaining kobolds. A gnome friend had given him a grenade as a good luck charm and between that and the blade he managed to cut down enough of the kobolds to make them retreat without dying himself, although it came pretty close. He ran into Kobold Stig while escorting the survivors to another town. He was shocked when, despite his failed attempt to slay the white scaled kobold, the lizard like man gave him the proposition. He was still unsure, but figured he'd probably never get to Disterria at this rate so he first asked him to describe the Disterria Sea of Glass. Secondly he inquired about what happened the day the Disterria wastes were glassed, he didn't expect such a long winded and complete answer but after learning of what transpired that day he asked what he could do to stop the dragon. He retired from the mercenary outfit a week ago and has been hopelessly lost in the big city of Seat as he's still in just as much awe of urban life as he is unaccustomed to how city people act.
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Name: Aratarilfran Stanfield
Alias: Bloody Shanks
Race: Elf
Age: 220
Magic: None
Favored Weapon: Whatever is in easy reach.
Personal Quote: "I hate (insert whatever most recently tried to kill him)."
Bio: Zorlo's uncle by marriage, his wife, Zorlo's actual aunt, died in the war. Aratarilfran is Kale's little brother and the only living person who knows his real name. He has an uncanny knack for not dying despite his refusal to receive magical healing.
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War of the Dragon (RP)
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War of the Dragon (RP)
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Re: War of the Dragon (RP)
(Reminds me of Mordin Solus)
Name: Rhys
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 95 (Appears as a teen)
Questions: 2
Magic: Clairvoyance
Favored Weapons:Twin Hooked blades, usually used to disarm, and then decapitate foes, and a longbow.
Personal Quote:"Who says that we exist? Perhaps we don't exist." "Yeah. It's the kind of beauty that makes you sh*t your pants."
Bio: Rhys can't quite remember the last day in his life that he felt good. In fact, he's been insane for around fifty years. Sparks easily caught his eyes, and anything shiny drew his attention. He played with words, often creating sentences that made no sense. Or sentences that can only sprout out of pure Genius. Or sentences of Prophecy. It was always hard to tell. As his mom always told him: Never trust a madman.
App: (Post in later)
Name: Rhys
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 95 (Appears as a teen)
Questions: 2
Magic: Clairvoyance
Favored Weapons:Twin Hooked blades, usually used to disarm, and then decapitate foes, and a longbow.
Personal Quote:"Who says that we exist? Perhaps we don't exist." "Yeah. It's the kind of beauty that makes you sh*t your pants."
Bio: Rhys can't quite remember the last day in his life that he felt good. In fact, he's been insane for around fifty years. Sparks easily caught his eyes, and anything shiny drew his attention. He played with words, often creating sentences that made no sense. Or sentences that can only sprout out of pure Genius. Or sentences of Prophecy. It was always hard to tell. As his mom always told him: Never trust a madman.
App: (Post in later)
Re: War of the Dragon (RP)
Name: Zorlo Amaranth
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 23
Questions: 2
Magic: Paladin Powers/magic:
Detect Evil: The universal base power of a Paladin. With this power, Zorlo can sense Evil within creatures up to sixty feet of him. The stronger the evil, however, the greater the range it can be detected.
Smite: The power of a Paladin to cast evil down with a bolt of righteous, golden lightning. An enemy within range of the evil alignment is struck by a flash of golden lightning from the Paladin's palm. This attack doesn't work against creatures that aren't distinctly evil. Can only be used three times per day.
Aura of Good: The Paladin radiates an Aura of Good. This allows Zorlo to detect other good people within the range of his aura. (Twenty foot range)
Divine Grace: Under protection from a good of goodness and law, a Paladin can occasionally avoid lethal attacks based on the amount of love the divine figure has for the Paladin.
Lay on Hands: With a touch of his hand, a Paladin can flow healing energy into the living, or damaging energy into the dead, seven times per day. This effect heals moderate wounds below regrowing limbs and regenerating large parts of the anatomy of the wounded.
Mercy: The power of a paladin to heal away detrimental conditions via the Paladin's Lay on Hands ability. Zorlo possesses the Mercies to heal:
Fatigue
Diseased
Aura of Courage: Through the power of an emanated aura, Zorlo becomes immune to fear (magical or otherwise) and extends this bonus to all allies within ten feet of him.
Aura of Resolve: An unusually powerful aura that flows from the Paladin that makes the Paladin utterly immune to charm spells and spell-like abilities. For those near the Paladin, they receive increased resistance to charm skills.
Divine Health: Through protection of the divine, Zorlo is immune to all diseases (magical and mundane).
Divine Bond: Zorlo can, requiring about ten seconds to gather the energy to do so, summon to him an armored warhorse with a war saddle. The horse Zorlo summons is very intelligent and shares a psychic link with him. Should the horse be slain, Zorlo's incurs the temporary anger of the divine guarding him, having his divine powers weakened for a span of thirty days.
Channel ENergy: By concentrating two uses of Lay on Hands into the palms of his hands, Zorlo can unleash a burst of Positive energy to heal everyone within thirty feet of him for moderate damage. This spell damages undead creatures within the range.
Spells: Paladins can use spells of a divine nature, however their spells are limited. As of now, Zorlo can only cast six spells per day that range from blessing water, blessing weapons, conjuring water, and casting a healing spell with a range of sixty feet.
Favored Weapons: Sunlight Long sword: A sword comprised of a golden metal that shines brightly. WIthin dark landscapes, the light from this blade can illuminate the area to continue the journey through dark forests or the Underdark areas of the world. This sword can only be wielded by people who are of the good alignment and burn the hands of any other alignment. The blade is three and a half feet long. This sword can also function as a divine symbol.
Heavy Steel Shield: A large kite-shield forged of steel. The shield can be used for bashing, and Zorlo has placed shield spikes upon it so it can function as a more dangerous weapon. Both his sword (and it's sheathe) and his shield are kept on his back when not in use.
Personal Quote: "In the DIvine Name of Erastil, I shall strike thee down!"
Bio: The offspring of a noble human and a noble Elf, Zorlo was born to a happy and complete family. To avoid persecution, before the explosion, the two moved outside of both elven and human lands. With the fall of the Elves, the family now mostly avoids contacts with humans. Despite being somewhat hermit-like, the family owns a very large house with a number of attendants working for them.
Still, although life was good, Zorlo was driven into exploring the world. This came at a price. When he arrived at the first human city he was moving towards, a battle broke out between the Half-Elves and few elves that lived in the isolated alienage of town and the human rulers. In the end, the goal became to starve the Alienage. Had it not been for the Temple of Erastil, more death would have followed.
It was also at that time, during poverty and starvation, that Zorlo approached the temple and sought to become a Paladin. It took four years of hard work to earn a place and rigid, painful training, but the green-haired, emerald eyes half-elf finally became a Paladin. From there, he sought to protect the weak and undo the damage that the unjust rule of humans and other races over half-races were enforcing.
After meeting Kobold Stig, Zorlo's ideas about most of the more vicious creatures of the world, and the paladin raised the question of the nature of good and evil within societies unlike that of humans or elves. The more tribe-like people, Zorlo called them. Although the answer wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear, he did gain knowledge of where to go in hopes of finding more answers: "Rose Apothecary and Flowers."
App: http://simon-wolf.net/images/dnd/fenrirL.jpg
Just with green hair and eyes. ^_^
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 23
Questions: 2
Magic: Paladin Powers/magic:
Detect Evil: The universal base power of a Paladin. With this power, Zorlo can sense Evil within creatures up to sixty feet of him. The stronger the evil, however, the greater the range it can be detected.
Smite: The power of a Paladin to cast evil down with a bolt of righteous, golden lightning. An enemy within range of the evil alignment is struck by a flash of golden lightning from the Paladin's palm. This attack doesn't work against creatures that aren't distinctly evil. Can only be used three times per day.
Aura of Good: The Paladin radiates an Aura of Good. This allows Zorlo to detect other good people within the range of his aura. (Twenty foot range)
Divine Grace: Under protection from a good of goodness and law, a Paladin can occasionally avoid lethal attacks based on the amount of love the divine figure has for the Paladin.
Lay on Hands: With a touch of his hand, a Paladin can flow healing energy into the living, or damaging energy into the dead, seven times per day. This effect heals moderate wounds below regrowing limbs and regenerating large parts of the anatomy of the wounded.
Mercy: The power of a paladin to heal away detrimental conditions via the Paladin's Lay on Hands ability. Zorlo possesses the Mercies to heal:
Fatigue
Diseased
Aura of Courage: Through the power of an emanated aura, Zorlo becomes immune to fear (magical or otherwise) and extends this bonus to all allies within ten feet of him.
Aura of Resolve: An unusually powerful aura that flows from the Paladin that makes the Paladin utterly immune to charm spells and spell-like abilities. For those near the Paladin, they receive increased resistance to charm skills.
Divine Health: Through protection of the divine, Zorlo is immune to all diseases (magical and mundane).
Divine Bond: Zorlo can, requiring about ten seconds to gather the energy to do so, summon to him an armored warhorse with a war saddle. The horse Zorlo summons is very intelligent and shares a psychic link with him. Should the horse be slain, Zorlo's incurs the temporary anger of the divine guarding him, having his divine powers weakened for a span of thirty days.
Channel ENergy: By concentrating two uses of Lay on Hands into the palms of his hands, Zorlo can unleash a burst of Positive energy to heal everyone within thirty feet of him for moderate damage. This spell damages undead creatures within the range.
Spells: Paladins can use spells of a divine nature, however their spells are limited. As of now, Zorlo can only cast six spells per day that range from blessing water, blessing weapons, conjuring water, and casting a healing spell with a range of sixty feet.
Favored Weapons: Sunlight Long sword: A sword comprised of a golden metal that shines brightly. WIthin dark landscapes, the light from this blade can illuminate the area to continue the journey through dark forests or the Underdark areas of the world. This sword can only be wielded by people who are of the good alignment and burn the hands of any other alignment. The blade is three and a half feet long. This sword can also function as a divine symbol.
Heavy Steel Shield: A large kite-shield forged of steel. The shield can be used for bashing, and Zorlo has placed shield spikes upon it so it can function as a more dangerous weapon. Both his sword (and it's sheathe) and his shield are kept on his back when not in use.
Personal Quote: "In the DIvine Name of Erastil, I shall strike thee down!"
Bio: The offspring of a noble human and a noble Elf, Zorlo was born to a happy and complete family. To avoid persecution, before the explosion, the two moved outside of both elven and human lands. With the fall of the Elves, the family now mostly avoids contacts with humans. Despite being somewhat hermit-like, the family owns a very large house with a number of attendants working for them.
Still, although life was good, Zorlo was driven into exploring the world. This came at a price. When he arrived at the first human city he was moving towards, a battle broke out between the Half-Elves and few elves that lived in the isolated alienage of town and the human rulers. In the end, the goal became to starve the Alienage. Had it not been for the Temple of Erastil, more death would have followed.
It was also at that time, during poverty and starvation, that Zorlo approached the temple and sought to become a Paladin. It took four years of hard work to earn a place and rigid, painful training, but the green-haired, emerald eyes half-elf finally became a Paladin. From there, he sought to protect the weak and undo the damage that the unjust rule of humans and other races over half-races were enforcing.
After meeting Kobold Stig, Zorlo's ideas about most of the more vicious creatures of the world, and the paladin raised the question of the nature of good and evil within societies unlike that of humans or elves. The more tribe-like people, Zorlo called them. Although the answer wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear, he did gain knowledge of where to go in hopes of finding more answers: "Rose Apothecary and Flowers."
App: http://simon-wolf.net/images/dnd/fenrirL.jpg
Just with green hair and eyes. ^_^
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Re: War of the Dragon (RP)
Name: Rain Alucard
race: human
age:18
questions: 3
magic: Rune magic ( magic that involves the rune on the back of his right hand) and Weapon magic { he can create and summon weapons and incorporate magic into them)
favored weapons: the Regalia blade and rune blade weapon ebriaclux
personal quote: "I'm so hungry" I'll edit with the second one later
bio: Ex knight of a fallen kingdom Rain was born of a poor class family and lost his parents at a young age he shouldn't of been able to enter the knighthood then he grew up Alone having to take care of his sister their was nothing more that drove him then giving her a good life he entered many battles with the knights The knight leader known as Deus was Rain's master who taught him everything he knew about fighting it was through Deus that Rain was given the chance of becoming of knight and taking care of his sister as Time passed Deus seemed to grow closer to the siblings unfortunately Peace could not of been further away
as several years passed Rain was Appointed one of the 4 knight saints of the kingdom one of the strongest and most skilled knights of the kingdom he fought through many battles and protected what was most important to him...his sister soon after a young female knight known as Flair had enlisted and become a member of Rain's platoon the two grew close to say they become rivals...but more accurataly they were best friends the two become known as the twin Dragon knights
several months later Deus Caused a coup on the kingdom on the outside Deus seemed like a kind soft warm hearted leader in reality Deus murdered the king in order to control the kingdom he was hungry for power anc control so he framed Rain for the murder of the king and due to Rains backround as a orphanthey immediatelly believed Deus's claims and Rain was branded a murderer the only knight that believed in Rain was Flair soon after a battle ensued Deus decided to Create a new civilization within the city he wanted to Rebuild the kingdom which caused an uproar in the different kingdoms Fighting broke out civil war ensued Rain was forced to fight he first escaped from the kingdoms dungeon and fought but he wasent fighting for some reason such as glory or to clear his name he fought to protect his sister and his friend Flair due to Deus's Coup the kingdom collapsed and was Rebuild by the mad man only after the battle of the four kingdoms many died and Rain vanished and was presumed dead on the outskirts of the town was a near death Rain and his sister Elena and he was then found by kobold stig his life was then saved since then Rain has become a mercenary looking for work and helping kobold sitg out by doing work or missions stig sends him on on the one condition that stig takes care of and looks after Elena while Rain is away working for stig
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race: human
age:18
questions: 3
magic: Rune magic ( magic that involves the rune on the back of his right hand) and Weapon magic { he can create and summon weapons and incorporate magic into them)
favored weapons: the Regalia blade and rune blade weapon ebriaclux
personal quote: "I'm so hungry" I'll edit with the second one later
bio: Ex knight of a fallen kingdom Rain was born of a poor class family and lost his parents at a young age he shouldn't of been able to enter the knighthood then he grew up Alone having to take care of his sister their was nothing more that drove him then giving her a good life he entered many battles with the knights The knight leader known as Deus was Rain's master who taught him everything he knew about fighting it was through Deus that Rain was given the chance of becoming of knight and taking care of his sister as Time passed Deus seemed to grow closer to the siblings unfortunately Peace could not of been further away
as several years passed Rain was Appointed one of the 4 knight saints of the kingdom one of the strongest and most skilled knights of the kingdom he fought through many battles and protected what was most important to him...his sister soon after a young female knight known as Flair had enlisted and become a member of Rain's platoon the two grew close to say they become rivals...but more accurataly they were best friends the two become known as the twin Dragon knights
several months later Deus Caused a coup on the kingdom on the outside Deus seemed like a kind soft warm hearted leader in reality Deus murdered the king in order to control the kingdom he was hungry for power anc control so he framed Rain for the murder of the king and due to Rains backround as a orphanthey immediatelly believed Deus's claims and Rain was branded a murderer the only knight that believed in Rain was Flair soon after a battle ensued Deus decided to Create a new civilization within the city he wanted to Rebuild the kingdom which caused an uproar in the different kingdoms Fighting broke out civil war ensued Rain was forced to fight he first escaped from the kingdoms dungeon and fought but he wasent fighting for some reason such as glory or to clear his name he fought to protect his sister and his friend Flair due to Deus's Coup the kingdom collapsed and was Rebuild by the mad man only after the battle of the four kingdoms many died and Rain vanished and was presumed dead on the outskirts of the town was a near death Rain and his sister Elena and he was then found by kobold stig his life was then saved since then Rain has become a mercenary looking for work and helping kobold sitg out by doing work or missions stig sends him on on the one condition that stig takes care of and looks after Elena while Rain is away working for stig
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Re: War of the Dragon (RP)
((Ok, we're going to go ahead and get started. We should still be at the apothecary for a bit. If you want to join in later that's fine. We can either A just happen tp pick you up somewhere or B Kobold Stig told you to be at such and such place at such and such time. Kobold Stig may or may not be an agent of fate so that's not out of the question.
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This district had a distinct perfume, the usual smells of humanity were completely overridden by the aroma of flowers. So long had Kale's shop been here and thriving. Those who entered the shop itself were assaulted by a quite literally dizzying number of fragrances, this was not simply because of the staggering number and variety of flowers and herbs on the myriad of shelves and tables but also thanks to the fact that a fair percentage of them were poisonous. In the back room, Kale had cleared the largest table and placed two large pitchers of water circled by several wooden mugs. While Kale waited for whoever was supposed to be coming for this meeting he brewed some potions behind the counter.
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Jenkins wasn't sure how, but somehow, while trying to ask for directions, he found himself purchasing strange new clothes. It's not that he didn't like them, it's just there seemed to be heavier than anything he had ever worn before, it had layers, a hood and even a cape. And it went woosh every time he so much as adjusted his weight although it seemed like nobody else even noticed it. Maybe he was just imagining it, but it made him very self conscious and so he fidgeted a lot. On the upside the strange bottomless bag his gnome friend, Coal, had given him along with a bunch of the gnomish magic devices called grenades happened to go with the outfit perfectly. He was admiring the cape that had practically bankrupted him and ran into a tall blonde haired man carrying a big round shield, but no apparent weapons except for a strange silver gauntlet. He smiled down at Jenkins saying, "Sorry didn't see you there. You alright?" Jenkins knew he knew this man looked familiar but he couldn't place him. "Uh, yeah, sorry I wasn't looking where I was going." "Quite alright, you look a little out of place, know where you're going?" "Yes, well no. The Rose Apothecary. I'm Jenkins by the way." "Rogers. The easiest way to find the Rose Apothecary is to follow this street for about a mile and then follow your nose to the source of the scent that's sweeter than fresh baked cinnamon rolls." "Cinnamon rolls?" "Trust me, you'll know it when you smell it." "Ok, thanks Rogers." "Anytime."
A few minutes later, "Wait a minute. Rogers, as in Steve Rogers? The guy who killed all those Ogres last year? Oh maaaan, I should have asked for an autograph. James would have been so jealous. Hm, what is that? Oh, I guess that must be what he was talking about. I hope I'm not the last to arrive."
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This district had a distinct perfume, the usual smells of humanity were completely overridden by the aroma of flowers. So long had Kale's shop been here and thriving. Those who entered the shop itself were assaulted by a quite literally dizzying number of fragrances, this was not simply because of the staggering number and variety of flowers and herbs on the myriad of shelves and tables but also thanks to the fact that a fair percentage of them were poisonous. In the back room, Kale had cleared the largest table and placed two large pitchers of water circled by several wooden mugs. While Kale waited for whoever was supposed to be coming for this meeting he brewed some potions behind the counter.
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Jenkins wasn't sure how, but somehow, while trying to ask for directions, he found himself purchasing strange new clothes. It's not that he didn't like them, it's just there seemed to be heavier than anything he had ever worn before, it had layers, a hood and even a cape. And it went woosh every time he so much as adjusted his weight although it seemed like nobody else even noticed it. Maybe he was just imagining it, but it made him very self conscious and so he fidgeted a lot. On the upside the strange bottomless bag his gnome friend, Coal, had given him along with a bunch of the gnomish magic devices called grenades happened to go with the outfit perfectly. He was admiring the cape that had practically bankrupted him and ran into a tall blonde haired man carrying a big round shield, but no apparent weapons except for a strange silver gauntlet. He smiled down at Jenkins saying, "Sorry didn't see you there. You alright?" Jenkins knew he knew this man looked familiar but he couldn't place him. "Uh, yeah, sorry I wasn't looking where I was going." "Quite alright, you look a little out of place, know where you're going?" "Yes, well no. The Rose Apothecary. I'm Jenkins by the way." "Rogers. The easiest way to find the Rose Apothecary is to follow this street for about a mile and then follow your nose to the source of the scent that's sweeter than fresh baked cinnamon rolls." "Cinnamon rolls?" "Trust me, you'll know it when you smell it." "Ok, thanks Rogers." "Anytime."
A few minutes later, "Wait a minute. Rogers, as in Steve Rogers? The guy who killed all those Ogres last year? Oh maaaan, I should have asked for an autograph. James would have been so jealous. Hm, what is that? Oh, I guess that must be what he was talking about. I hope I'm not the last to arrive."
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Rhys laughed frantically as he bathed in the ecstasy of the smell. It was heaven and hell, beauty and beast. In other words, Perfect. "A twist a twist! Mottled brew and swiss! MAKES ME A HAPPY RHYS!!!" He yelled, almost reaching note's higher than humanly imaginable. Although his rhyming ability seemed amazing, he hardly spoke in rhymes, but when he did, it seemed to have some significance, even if it was just his planned dinner.
He, as usual, kept his twin daggers attached to his side, and a bow strung across his back. It was rumored that Rhys was a murderer, or a bounty hunter but never took people alive. The only reason though was his lean, muscular form, and his never leaving the town for training, or hunting. Rhys was feared and laughed at almost simultaneously.
He slammed his hands on the front desk of the building titled, 'The Rose Apothecary,' He was a usual customer, and always made use to make conversation with the counter-man even if it was nonsensical, or pissed the man off as usual. "What Lies Beneath the tower?" He whispered to the other man, riddling being one of his favorite topics with him.
He, as usual, kept his twin daggers attached to his side, and a bow strung across his back. It was rumored that Rhys was a murderer, or a bounty hunter but never took people alive. The only reason though was his lean, muscular form, and his never leaving the town for training, or hunting. Rhys was feared and laughed at almost simultaneously.
He slammed his hands on the front desk of the building titled, 'The Rose Apothecary,' He was a usual customer, and always made use to make conversation with the counter-man even if it was nonsensical, or pissed the man off as usual. "What Lies Beneath the tower?" He whispered to the other man, riddling being one of his favorite topics with him.
Re: War of the Dragon (RP)
Late. Late. Late. He had started very, very late today. Paladins were known for being on time, and yet he couldn't help but feel rushed today. Why did he feel so insanely late today?
Every step he took carried with it a clank. His armor shifted very slightly every movement he took. Since his squire had left him, or died Zorlo had never actually figured that one out, he had been forced to deal with the massively intricate strapping of his armor himself. If nothing else, that was a headache if not downright a pain in the butt. "I need a new squire," the man muttered under his breath with a sigh as he continued on through the street.
Since the day his squire had vanished, the paladin had been sending out dispatches and other notes to the Temple of Erastil in hopes of getting a response, but he had continually lost his faith that anyone was coming. After all, the temple had other things to worry about. With the near genocide of the elves and the rise of a new breed of dragon, things had grown grossly out of control.
In truth, Zorlo knew it was about time for the three Temples of Law and Goodness to come together and begin plans for an Inquisition against the Kobold and their dragon overlord... but he doubted how much it could really do. After all, these creatures had wiped out the elves almost single-handedly, so it wasn't likely that three temples could easily handle that kind of power.
And still engaged in thought, an odd odor grabbed the man's mind away from such unusual thoughts as inquisitions and dragons and back to reality. His stomach growled, but he hadn't any coin to spare. He'd given half of what he had made to the local temple as a tithe and had used most of the rest to have his armor and sword repaired. What little remained he gave to some beggars so they could eat that day.
Still, this odor, oh this odor. As the man approached, he paused and stared at the odd delights. They were little pastries that smelled of cinnamon and had frosting on top. The man merely stared at the pastries for a few moments before shaking away his stupor and looking around. "Where am I?" he asked for a moment before looking at the nearby signs. "The Rose Apothecary... hmm...?" he asked himself as he paused. "Oh right, this is where I am to head," he stated as he opened the door and entered silently.
Still, there was one thing that Paladins, even at their best, couldn't avoid doing. A powerful wave of good followed the Paladin into the building as he began to sense around. It was times like these that Zorlo felt most uncomfortable. There were only three people, including himself, in this building. What and how would he figure out what to do next? He wasn't really sure, but he knew that remaining here was likely a good idea.
Every step he took carried with it a clank. His armor shifted very slightly every movement he took. Since his squire had left him, or died Zorlo had never actually figured that one out, he had been forced to deal with the massively intricate strapping of his armor himself. If nothing else, that was a headache if not downright a pain in the butt. "I need a new squire," the man muttered under his breath with a sigh as he continued on through the street.
Since the day his squire had vanished, the paladin had been sending out dispatches and other notes to the Temple of Erastil in hopes of getting a response, but he had continually lost his faith that anyone was coming. After all, the temple had other things to worry about. With the near genocide of the elves and the rise of a new breed of dragon, things had grown grossly out of control.
In truth, Zorlo knew it was about time for the three Temples of Law and Goodness to come together and begin plans for an Inquisition against the Kobold and their dragon overlord... but he doubted how much it could really do. After all, these creatures had wiped out the elves almost single-handedly, so it wasn't likely that three temples could easily handle that kind of power.
And still engaged in thought, an odd odor grabbed the man's mind away from such unusual thoughts as inquisitions and dragons and back to reality. His stomach growled, but he hadn't any coin to spare. He'd given half of what he had made to the local temple as a tithe and had used most of the rest to have his armor and sword repaired. What little remained he gave to some beggars so they could eat that day.
Still, this odor, oh this odor. As the man approached, he paused and stared at the odd delights. They were little pastries that smelled of cinnamon and had frosting on top. The man merely stared at the pastries for a few moments before shaking away his stupor and looking around. "Where am I?" he asked for a moment before looking at the nearby signs. "The Rose Apothecary... hmm...?" he asked himself as he paused. "Oh right, this is where I am to head," he stated as he opened the door and entered silently.
Still, there was one thing that Paladins, even at their best, couldn't avoid doing. A powerful wave of good followed the Paladin into the building as he began to sense around. It was times like these that Zorlo felt most uncomfortable. There were only three people, including himself, in this building. What and how would he figure out what to do next? He wasn't really sure, but he knew that remaining here was likely a good idea.
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"Peace of mind." Kale muttered in response to Rhys's question. "You want something today or are you just here to bug me?" He turned to Zorlo as he entered, "Welcome to the Rose Apothecary and Flowers, how can I-" He sniffed the air apparently able to sift through the countless fragrances in the air and his mask, "You're a paladin. Your oh so devout kind never come here for healing, you've got your gods for that, and you're not in dress armor so you're obviously not here for the flowers. Figures Stig would pick one of you up. There's a clear table in the back, for your sake, as well as mine, don't touch anything beyond what's been obviously cleared for your use. And if someobody uses the rear entrance just send them up here. They won't be here for your little club meeting."
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Jenkins walked past the shop twice before he finally started looking up for the sign. "Oh, how did I miss that?" He knocked, Kale said "Come in." A few seconds later Jenkins knocked again apparently not hearing the elf Kale opened the door saying, "Hello, welcome to Rose Apothecary and Flowers. What's ailing you a sickness of the body or heart?" "Uh, heart?" "Please come right in, what's her name?" Jenkins walked in and reached out to steady himself, Kale caught his hand. "You don't want to touch that with your bare hands. So, what's her name?" "Uh, she doesn't-I mean who are you talking about?" "The girl who's heart you're clearly trying to win. You're wearing some rather fine clothes and since you're here you already know that the next step is to bring her flowers and serenade her with songs of her unparalleled beauty." "Um, sorry. I'm actually not here for that. This white kobold said I should come here to find some people to help me stop a dragon." "Ah, well, one of your number, a Paladin no less, is already in the back room. If you ever find yourself in need of flowers do come back, gods know you won't come here for healing as long as you've got him with you." "Uh, thanks." When Jenkins had disappeared into the back room Kale sighed thinking to himself, Good kid. So much wasted potential.
Jenkins gave Zorlo a nervous wave and just stared at the half-elf in awe. So this is a Paladin. The greatest of warriors. And James said they wouldn't look anything like Huma, but he has a cape and everything.
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Jenkins walked past the shop twice before he finally started looking up for the sign. "Oh, how did I miss that?" He knocked, Kale said "Come in." A few seconds later Jenkins knocked again apparently not hearing the elf Kale opened the door saying, "Hello, welcome to Rose Apothecary and Flowers. What's ailing you a sickness of the body or heart?" "Uh, heart?" "Please come right in, what's her name?" Jenkins walked in and reached out to steady himself, Kale caught his hand. "You don't want to touch that with your bare hands. So, what's her name?" "Uh, she doesn't-I mean who are you talking about?" "The girl who's heart you're clearly trying to win. You're wearing some rather fine clothes and since you're here you already know that the next step is to bring her flowers and serenade her with songs of her unparalleled beauty." "Um, sorry. I'm actually not here for that. This white kobold said I should come here to find some people to help me stop a dragon." "Ah, well, one of your number, a Paladin no less, is already in the back room. If you ever find yourself in need of flowers do come back, gods know you won't come here for healing as long as you've got him with you." "Uh, thanks." When Jenkins had disappeared into the back room Kale sighed thinking to himself, Good kid. So much wasted potential.
Jenkins gave Zorlo a nervous wave and just stared at the half-elf in awe. So this is a Paladin. The greatest of warriors. And James said they wouldn't look anything like Huma, but he has a cape and everything.
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"No, No, No!" His smile broadened, "The answer, you see," He smiled and held up a crudely drawn, completely white piece of paper, with one word written on it. "IS YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW!!" He lowered the paper to where Kale could read it. Only four Letters. G-I-T-S. "I was called yes, But not with the moon as you folks use!" He gestured to the approaching town Crier. "I woke with GITS in my Pits!"
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"Oh thank the gods. He got to you too." Kale walked around the counter and steered Rhys into the backroom almost shoving him into Jenkins. "He's your problem now. Take him away with you, far far away. Where I don't have to listen to his insane babbling." He shut the door behind himself as he retreated to the safety of his counter. Thinking to himself, As soon as their meeting is done they'll leave, take him with them, and I'll be free to kill that accursed fairy.
He raised a hand up to eye level. It was perfectly steady, not that he had had the shakes or anything like that, but the only times his hands had been this still since he opened the apothecary were when he was performing surgery. The anticipation of going back to his old almost forgotten life was already having a this much of an effect on him, he wondered if he'd be able to reretire after tonight or if the doctor would simply disappear.
He raised a hand up to eye level. It was perfectly steady, not that he had had the shakes or anything like that, but the only times his hands had been this still since he opened the apothecary were when he was performing surgery. The anticipation of going back to his old almost forgotten life was already having a this much of an effect on him, he wondered if he'd be able to reretire after tonight or if the doctor would simply disappear.
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Zorlo looked at Jenkins, but didn't speak as much as one would think. Although he didn't like helping Kale, whom he knew now to be evil, he wasn't particularly able to oppose doing as he asked, as it meant causing the greatest good. In the short term, Zorlo would need to go to the temple and atone, but that was about it. For now, the green-haired Half-Elf moved towards where the man had been pushed in and paused. "It's inane," he finally spoke, talking to Kale. "What he's sputtering madly is pointless and valueless, not necessarily a source of insanity," the Paladin stated in an oddly quiet and passive tone. "Anyway, I'm Zorlo, and it is nice to meet you rambling man and Sir Jenkins," Zorlo said, holding out his hand and remaining respectful. It didn't help the world any for a Paladin to PREVENT good instead of SPREADING good, even if it meant associating with shifty characters... for now.
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Kale laughed humorlessly saying to himself, "Perhaps."
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Jenkins stared at Zorlo's hand blinking a couple times before laughing nervously and taking it. "Um thanks, Mr. Zorlo but it's just Jenkins. I'm not a sir." He walked to the end of the table, letting his hand graze across a leaf, getting himself a small cut. "Ouch." He exclaimed and sucked on his finger as he poured himself a cup of water and after a second's hesitation he sat at the head of the table. Stig had told him that he would meet a few people here that he could lead in the fight against Drelliel, which meant he was supposed to be the leader. Right? The cut was gone when he took his fingers out of his mouth and picked up the mug.
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Kale walked into the room with a very rare blue rose with red thorns and set it down in front of Zorlo's seat. "This is an Eldali Hrive Cartel. Vareil had an entire garden full of them and would wear one for good luck whenever he went into battle." He looked up at the plant Jenkins had cut himself on and looked over at the young man. "Did you cut yourself on that plant?" Jenkins glanced up and then looked down at his hand. "Yeah, why?" "Did I not say not to touch anything? Do you have any idea what that plant is?" "N-no, I don't." "Where's the injury?" Kale pulled out a vial and some cloth, picked up Jenkin's outstretched hand, he examined it for several seconds before asking, "Where's the cut?" "Uh, I kissed it and made it better. You know how you might draw poison from a wound or how a mother would kiss a bump to 'make it better'? I can actually do that ever since Xa- uh the Disterria Wastes got glassed." A moment passed and Kale let the hand go, red marks from Kale's grip appeared on Jenkin's wrist as the doctor exited the room. The front door slammed shut as Kale left the building.
Jenkins looked at his mug contemplatively and rubbed his wrist, "I don't think he believes people with the ability to magically heal appreciate how hard it is for common people to recover from injuries. That and he's very angry about what happened to the elves." He looked up at Zorlo and Rhys, "Is he an Elf? With that outfit of his I can't tell, but with that strong of a reaction I can't imagine him being anything else."
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Jenkins stared at Zorlo's hand blinking a couple times before laughing nervously and taking it. "Um thanks, Mr. Zorlo but it's just Jenkins. I'm not a sir." He walked to the end of the table, letting his hand graze across a leaf, getting himself a small cut. "Ouch." He exclaimed and sucked on his finger as he poured himself a cup of water and after a second's hesitation he sat at the head of the table. Stig had told him that he would meet a few people here that he could lead in the fight against Drelliel, which meant he was supposed to be the leader. Right? The cut was gone when he took his fingers out of his mouth and picked up the mug.
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Kale walked into the room with a very rare blue rose with red thorns and set it down in front of Zorlo's seat. "This is an Eldali Hrive Cartel. Vareil had an entire garden full of them and would wear one for good luck whenever he went into battle." He looked up at the plant Jenkins had cut himself on and looked over at the young man. "Did you cut yourself on that plant?" Jenkins glanced up and then looked down at his hand. "Yeah, why?" "Did I not say not to touch anything? Do you have any idea what that plant is?" "N-no, I don't." "Where's the injury?" Kale pulled out a vial and some cloth, picked up Jenkin's outstretched hand, he examined it for several seconds before asking, "Where's the cut?" "Uh, I kissed it and made it better. You know how you might draw poison from a wound or how a mother would kiss a bump to 'make it better'? I can actually do that ever since Xa- uh the Disterria Wastes got glassed." A moment passed and Kale let the hand go, red marks from Kale's grip appeared on Jenkin's wrist as the doctor exited the room. The front door slammed shut as Kale left the building.
Jenkins looked at his mug contemplatively and rubbed his wrist, "I don't think he believes people with the ability to magically heal appreciate how hard it is for common people to recover from injuries. That and he's very angry about what happened to the elves." He looked up at Zorlo and Rhys, "Is he an Elf? With that outfit of his I can't tell, but with that strong of a reaction I can't imagine him being anything else."
Re: War of the Dragon (RP)
Unblinkingly, he watched Kale leave. Rhys stared hard into Jenkins eyes, but after a moment looked away. His demeanor surprisingly calm. "I think that He's just smart." Surprisingly enough his voice wasn't shaky. Nor was it furtive or anything as such. He just appeared as normal as could be. Then, he dropped the paladin's hand from his. "BUT WERE YOU TO ASK!" His voice came out shrill and inhumane, "I'M SURE HE COULD TELL YOU MORE THAN HOW MUCH BEER IS IN OUR CASK" He laughed, leaving them to wonder where his conciousness decided to go. Not to mention what the hell he was talking about.
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"Mad as a hatter," Zorlo said as he picked up the rose and stared at it. "My father, huh? He's still alive as far as I know. He and mother live far off, beyond the landscape forged of elves or humans. Well, just humans now, I guess, but that's neither here nor there. Did father die and the temple not tell me? Last message I got from him was last week... so I wonder..." Zorlo said as he spun the rose around for a moment. "Anyway s-... er... Mr. Jenkins, what should our first plan of action be?" the Paladin asked in a very normative tone. "After all, if Kobolds are the enemy, we're at quite a disadvantage. They are... peculiar creatures, small of stature but fierce in combat. How shall we proceed?"
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"I SAY WE-" He clasped the paladin's shoulder and froze. "I.." His voice retreated to the eery calm once more, "I don't get the feeling he's the enemy." Rhys ran an annoyed free hand through his hair. "No. If he's an enemy, he wouldn't group us together whatsoever. Why would you purposely give yourself a disad-" He began to use his hands to explain, and he suddenly began to bound around the room, "A BOAT!" He pranced up to Zorlo and smiled wickedly. "BECAUSE BOAT!"
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((Kai, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to go ahead and get your character in the party.))
Kale sat on a nearby barrel and pulled out a cigarette. He started to put it in his mouth when his mask got in the way. "Right, gave those up back then too." He tossed it aside and rested his head on a fist. "Why am I getting so upset about this? It's not like the kid asked for it, nor did he cause what destroyed the others. Whatever." He pulled out a scalpel and started rolling it across his fingers. Old habits, small comforts.
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Jenkins put both hands around his mug. "It's just Jenkins." I was hoping Stig would have sent at least one more person, but I guess we should go ahead and get started. He drained his mug before starting. "Any given Kobold isn't all that dangerous. They're small which makes them hard to hit, but their not that much stronger than a child and due to their size they can't take a whole lot of punishment. But underestimating kobolds led to the deaths of several of my fellows in the Iron Forged Lions, because what they lack in physical prowess they make up for in deviousness. I learned quickly that you don't charge a kobold. But we're not here to discuss kobolds. Well, not just kobolds at least."
"As is well known, six months ago the Disterria Wastes were glassed by a magical explosion. While that is both a great tragedy and as some of us are learning, it also caused a number of other things to develop. For instance, my ability to heal some injuries and neutralize poisons with my lips. But while all eyes were directed Southward a clan of kobolds were performing a ritual atop the Dwarven mountains to release an ancient and powerful dragon." Kale returned around this time a blue haired man in tow. "Found this one wandering the streets. You were saying something about a dragon?" prompted Kale. "uh, right yes. The kobolds freed a dragon known as Drelliel. I can only guess that for whatever reason the elves were apparently unable to slay him, so they did the next best thing, and trapped his soul in an orb. And if the elves, at the height of their power couldn't stop him, I don't think we have much chance. So I figure our best bet is to try and seal him away again. To do that though we'll need something to lock him into, we'll need a capable mage to perform the ritual, we'll need to reach the Elven ruins in the middle of the kobold peninsula with the ancient circle of power so that our mage might actually have a shot at being able to actually succeed without getting found out by Drelliel I might add, oh and something from a powerful creature with a predilection towards fire to serve as a reagent. So, anybody have any ideas as to where we can find any of those things?"
I have to give the boy credit, he is an ambitious one. I guess I can help them a little, after all, if Drelliel kills everyone who will there be left for me? Kale spoke up, "I'll be visiting the local archmage soon, he's an avid collector of magical artifacts. He's probably got a phylactery or something that you can use. Beyond that, I don't think there's much more that I can do to help. I have too many commitments here."
Kale sat on a nearby barrel and pulled out a cigarette. He started to put it in his mouth when his mask got in the way. "Right, gave those up back then too." He tossed it aside and rested his head on a fist. "Why am I getting so upset about this? It's not like the kid asked for it, nor did he cause what destroyed the others. Whatever." He pulled out a scalpel and started rolling it across his fingers. Old habits, small comforts.
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Jenkins put both hands around his mug. "It's just Jenkins." I was hoping Stig would have sent at least one more person, but I guess we should go ahead and get started. He drained his mug before starting. "Any given Kobold isn't all that dangerous. They're small which makes them hard to hit, but their not that much stronger than a child and due to their size they can't take a whole lot of punishment. But underestimating kobolds led to the deaths of several of my fellows in the Iron Forged Lions, because what they lack in physical prowess they make up for in deviousness. I learned quickly that you don't charge a kobold. But we're not here to discuss kobolds. Well, not just kobolds at least."
"As is well known, six months ago the Disterria Wastes were glassed by a magical explosion. While that is both a great tragedy and as some of us are learning, it also caused a number of other things to develop. For instance, my ability to heal some injuries and neutralize poisons with my lips. But while all eyes were directed Southward a clan of kobolds were performing a ritual atop the Dwarven mountains to release an ancient and powerful dragon." Kale returned around this time a blue haired man in tow. "Found this one wandering the streets. You were saying something about a dragon?" prompted Kale. "uh, right yes. The kobolds freed a dragon known as Drelliel. I can only guess that for whatever reason the elves were apparently unable to slay him, so they did the next best thing, and trapped his soul in an orb. And if the elves, at the height of their power couldn't stop him, I don't think we have much chance. So I figure our best bet is to try and seal him away again. To do that though we'll need something to lock him into, we'll need a capable mage to perform the ritual, we'll need to reach the Elven ruins in the middle of the kobold peninsula with the ancient circle of power so that our mage might actually have a shot at being able to actually succeed without getting found out by Drelliel I might add, oh and something from a powerful creature with a predilection towards fire to serve as a reagent. So, anybody have any ideas as to where we can find any of those things?"
I have to give the boy credit, he is an ambitious one. I guess I can help them a little, after all, if Drelliel kills everyone who will there be left for me? Kale spoke up, "I'll be visiting the local archmage soon, he's an avid collector of magical artifacts. He's probably got a phylactery or something that you can use. Beyond that, I don't think there's much more that I can do to help. I have too many commitments here."
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"A boat!" Rhys wrapped an arm around the palidin's elbow, making sure to keep in contact. "A boat...A boat of red." His eyes fixed on Kale. "A boat of red shall take thee to a castle wall." He pivoted his head to Jenkins. "But...If we...Should we call." He placed two fingers on the bridge of his nose, as though he were in pain. "Our...Our bodies dead we shall fall." The moment the prophetic words escaped his mouth, he fell to the floor. His body rigid, as though he was hit with lightning.
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Zorlo looked at Rhys as he hit the ground and looked at Jenkins. "Were I any less of a good person, I would poke him with the blade sheathed along my back to see if he's alive... however, that might be antithetical to our goal," the paladin said as he looked at Jenkins and the new comer. "Anyway, shall we get going?" Zorlo asked as he wrapped his hand around the prophet's shirt and lifting him off the ground as he started walking away.
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Kale smacked Zorlo in the back of the head with a mug and picked Rhys up off his shoulder. "All of that magic must have started to damage your brain." He gently set the half-elf down on the table, knocking everything else off in the process. Jenkins pulled off his cape and placed it like a cushion beneath Rhys's head. Kale pulled out what was apparently a tiny sunrod as he started to examine the mad prophet. "It looks as though he's having a seizure and you want to move him. Are all Paladins this dimwitted or are you a special case? Or do you not even know what that is?"
"Just calm down everyone." Jenkins said trying to diffuse the situation before it exploded into a full blown argument. "He's been saying a bunch of crazy stuff since we met,-" Kale interrupts, "He does have bouts of prophecy, but a "A bot of red shall take thee to a castle wall." isn't actually that helpful. There are several ways to interpret that statement and I don't know of any kobold held island based castles. Besides, what would you be looking for at whichever castle it would be? And no matter how I think about "Our bodies dead we shall fall." does not mean anything good. And if you all die well then you're all dead." Jenkins hadn't moved from his seat yet, "We should at least wait for him to wake up, right? It would be bad if his condition deteriorated."
"Just calm down everyone." Jenkins said trying to diffuse the situation before it exploded into a full blown argument. "He's been saying a bunch of crazy stuff since we met,-" Kale interrupts, "He does have bouts of prophecy, but a "A bot of red shall take thee to a castle wall." isn't actually that helpful. There are several ways to interpret that statement and I don't know of any kobold held island based castles. Besides, what would you be looking for at whichever castle it would be? And no matter how I think about "Our bodies dead we shall fall." does not mean anything good. And if you all die well then you're all dead." Jenkins hadn't moved from his seat yet, "We should at least wait for him to wake up, right? It would be bad if his condition deteriorated."
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Zorlo glanced at Kale as he shifted and moved for his sword, but paused when Jenkins interrupted. "I suppose you're right. I'm not a huge fan of all of that Divination Hoopla, that's something more for wizards and Sorcerers than Paladins, but I guess if he truly has the gift of foresight and isn't simply mad, I can't denounce his actions, can I?" Zorlo asked as he cracked his neck and sat down. "Anyway, I've been feeling odd of late... every time I invoke my powers, it feels more distant than the time before," the man stated, looking at Kale. "Is it possible these changes are cutting those of us devout enough from our deities?"