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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 9, 2014 22:24:38 GMT
Her mind ran wild. Adwen was a thief. Always had been and always would be. The only reason she was here was for treasure and shiny things. She couldn't care less about the journey, quest, mission or whatever it was that they were going to be sent on.
But she couldn't just outright say it. With a nervous gut she let her mind think upon any excuse possible. She could climb walls, pick pockets without being noticed, was an excellent thief, detected and disabled traps, but she couldn't fight. Not well at least. She didn't know a great deal of magic, just the spells that helped her less than lawful life. Couldn't care about churches or religions. Knew very little first aid.
What? What was she going to say.
Eyes turned to her and she stood, as Seyla had done so and nodded her head, her eyes on a spot on the wall. There was no way she was going to nod to an Elf. "Adwen. I am a capable spell caster with a vast knowledge at my disposal." And she took her seat.
Her heart beat rapidly as she thought about what she just said. Well, at least they would be happy for now. She could worry about the consequences of her lies later on.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 9, 2014 22:47:59 GMT
Hmmmm...Fivara thought to herself as the half-elf spoke. Doesn't look like much of a mage. Vast knowledge? If Fivara had learned anything in her time it was how to spot a liar.
"Fivara," she smiled, "Ambassador for the high elven kingdom of the West, also a 'spell caster'" She subtly mocked. She knew she'd probably be the most capable mage here, and was hoping the half-elf would now realise the size of the hole she'd just dug for herself.
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Playle
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Post by Playle on Jan 9, 2014 22:53:09 GMT
As soon as the elf had finished, Magdud rose to his feet and walked to the wall. He marched back and placed his mighty axe upon the table with a heavy thud for all to see. The metal was far from shimmering and had an appearance like dull iron. The haft was wooden, the colour of night. The knots and markings in the wood were difficult to see due to its almost black colour.
“I am Magdud Bo Sarod Stonefang, Orc from Stonefang Gulch, proud warrior of my clan. My skill is axe. Axe is blessed by shamans. Fire, Earth, Water… eh… Fire and Air. It blessed by shaman. No man, orc, elf, dwarf or anybody stand in way of axe. Especially dwarf, very good to make bleed.”
He made a tusky grin at his last line, and cleared his throat. His hand wrapped around the axe and he walked it back to the wall where he placed it to rest. He pulled his chair out and sat again.
“I hope we fight many dwarf” he added with a smile, cracking his knuckles.
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Cooky
One Of God's Mistakes
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Post by Cooky on Jan 12, 2014 0:25:56 GMT
Bjorn listened to the introductions one by one, sizing each of them up. 2 of them weren't telling everything, or so he felt. Her aura felt... odd, different from most clerics he'd come across. However, it was no immediate threat to him, so he pushed it to the back of his mind. Of more pressing urgency was the first "spell caster". Whilst she may be capable evoker of the arcane arts, she was no mage. The way she had sized him up as he'd entered the room was not typical mage behaviour. Most mages were far too haughty to care for a simple warrior like himself. No, she was a far more cunning being than any mage. The other 2 however, were both honest enough, and both seemed capable enough. The Elf perhaps to dismissive of him, but not one to trouble him and the Orc should be good competition, as well as a reliable comrade. The omens were good for him, this quest seemed to have drawn some capable individuals.
He rose from his seat once the Orc had resumed his, pausing for a moment before speaking "I am Bjorn, son of Ragnar, who is Jarl of my home of Aesgrad. I am a warrior cleric of Ystrai, I have seen much of the world, quested for great riches, and slain many a great foe with my axe Niffelheimr" He reaches beneath his cloak and withdraws an ancient looking one handed axe. Crafted from a pale blue metal, its crescent blade is wrought with finely detailed sigils and runes. The blade is connected to the haft by two bars of the same metal, and the haft itself is also of the same metal. Finally in the pommel there is embedded a fair sized sapphire of the deepest blue. He briefly examines the axe, before sheathing it "My word and my skill in battle are my honour. I look forward to fighting along side you all in the coming battles" and with those final words, he resumed his seat at the table
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 12, 2014 0:41:05 GMT
Adwen's stomach growled with desire at the sight of the sapphire within this man's axe. She didn't care if he could pummel her to mush in one move, she just wanted that pretty, pretty sapphire.
Her neck tingled and she ran a hand over the back of her neck. Maybe it was the shiny necklace she'd picked up a while. She shrugged it off and shuffled back into her seat, waiting further orders. This meeting was getting duller by the minute. 'Where's the damn treasure at?' was all she could think.
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Post by Light on Jan 12, 2014 1:18:54 GMT
They seemed to have a promising group; all fields were represented here, by the look of it, which would give them the greatest chance possible in this endeavour, and he knew that they were going to need every such advantage that they could get their hands on.
"I realise I did not introduce my area of specialty in my introduction." Feldoran spoke again, "As you would imply from my position, I am a soldier, specifically, a Swordmage. I focus on combat magic as a result." Full introductions finished, he produced a map, unfurling it on the table and clipping the edges so that it remained open before them. "As you can see, we're currently in the Capital City." He laid a finger over the point on the map, "Our journey takes us down towards the Zalandrian border." He traced the line with his finger, taking them down along the Kindar river directly to the midland City of Darell. "Three days on the river and into the City to gather new supplies, and mounts," he explained. "Five further days across the plains, and through this forest here." Again, he traced the line. "Another day to traverse this marshland, and then we arrive on the outskirts of the Tower, here." He jabbed his finger over a ruin. "As you can see, this place is officially derelict. Unofficially, it still stands strong, and inhabited." He stood straight again. "Ten days, including one in Darell to rest and resupply. Questions?"
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Cooky
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Post by Cooky on Jan 12, 2014 17:43:25 GMT
"3 things, Firstly, what is our objective there? I fear my lateness may have caused me to miss that part. Secondly, what kind of quality enemies can we expect there? I hope to test my axe and spear against skilled foes. And thirdly, where is the nearest tavern, meadery or inn? I wish to replenish my stock of mead and ale before departing on such a journey!"
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Post by Light on Jan 12, 2014 18:22:04 GMT
"You did miss the introduction." Feldoran said in response to Bjorn. "We are hunting a renegade Archmage by the name of Aranthor who has absconded with several dangerous and powerful artifacts from the Imperial vaults." He repeated the original brief in more or less the same terms as previously. "Our objective is retrieval of said artifacts, and the execution of the traitor Aranthor. As for expected foes: Aranthor and his Acolytes are all mages, the Tower itself will have varying levels of magical and technical traps no doubt; he is an intelligent foe after all, and reconnaissance of the Tower in previous years revealed it is inhabited by all manner of creatures who moved in during its abandonment. Beyond that, anything that Aranthor and his aides have dreamed up await us inside; suffice it to say this will be a challenging task and by no means pleasant." He concluded with a look around at the group. "As for your third point," he returned his gaze to Bjorn. "Supplies will be provided for the journey. Tell us what you need and we'll have it ready for our departure tomorrow morning."
He should have expected point 3; the worshippers of Ystrai were well known for their great fondness for drink and revelry outside of battle.
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Cooky
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Post by Cooky on Jan 12, 2014 18:44:54 GMT
Ancestors preserve us, he thought, MORE BLOODY MAGES! He had hoped for some skilled warriors and he hated fighting mages. It was always so difficult to get close enough to kill them. He did not let his concern show however and simply responded to the 3rd point.
"Mead, preferably from my homelands or there abouts. If not then any quality local variety will suffice. Some ale would also be nice, the quality is irrelevant so long as it's fit for human consumption." He smiled up at the general. Standing up, he gathered his few possessions, before departing.
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Playle
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Post by Playle on Jan 12, 2014 19:27:50 GMT
Magdud watched Bjorn depart before clearing his throat readying to speak to the officials.
“All sound good to me. Basic food, drink, rope, torch – that is needed by Magdud. Elvish rope – not all rope can hold Orcish weight. Chainmail would perhaps work well for me, if Orcish sized chainmail is around here.”
He went for his axe and then walked towards the doorway. He would find an inn or somewhere to stay for the night.
“I ready tomorrow to serve”
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Post by Light on Jan 12, 2014 19:37:39 GMT
"All of this can be arranged." Feldoran replied to the two departing members of the group. "Be back here at first light in order for us to make the best time we can." He instructed whilst they were still both within earshot. "Everyone else, leave your requests with me and we shall reconvene on the morrow. The rest of the day is yours, just don't get into any trouble."
"But don't feel like you can't enjoy the Capital whilst you're here!" The General boomed jovially. "Free room, board and food if you stay in the Guildhall tonight!"
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 12, 2014 20:00:56 GMT
Adwen smiled. She could nip her hands into strangers pockets with ease and disappear the next day before anybody asked too many questions. She nodded her head, "I only require the basics along with some lightweight armour." The only weapon she needed was her dagger that she refused to go anywhere without. Not to mention she wasn't so keen on fighting anyway, which meant she wasn't going to be needing it an awful lot.
She stood and left the room, making her way outside. Maybe there was somebody in the streets who wouldn't mind losing a few coins here and there. The tavern was a better place. Steal somebody's money and offer to buy them a drink with their own money. That was always fun.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 12, 2014 21:11:49 GMT
"Your offer is kind, but I will bring everything I need. The high elves are well equipped and ready to help. I need not burden you with finding armour for me as well." She could be very polite when she wanted to be, considering all she was thinking was 'I'm not wearing your peasant armour'. Fivara had a very fine taste in clothing; she did not care for metal and other such heavy armour. She would wear elven mage robes, hooded in case of rain. She would bring enchanted jewellery and a dagger just in case it ever came to hand-to-hand combat. This would be all she needed. With a smile and a click of her fingers, she disappeared from the room.
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Post by Light on Jan 13, 2014 22:14:20 GMT
The following morning once again dawned misty and chill, with only a lackluster attempt by the pale yellow sun to outshine the still twinkling stars. These were perfect conditions for their task force to set off under, for it would be several hours at this rate before the sun fully crested the sky and the day bloomed full.
Some might even wonder as to the nature of such fortuitous conditions, especially with the Imperial Mage's great tower looming grandly over the Capital.
Inside the Adventurer's Guild, Feldoran waited alongside the supplies that they had requisitioned for the mission. As soon as the others arrived at the meeting point they would proceed onwards to the riverside wharves which would take them downriver towards Darell.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 13, 2014 23:40:23 GMT
Fivara appeared approximately one metre in front of Feldoran. "Feldoran." She nodded her head politely. "I see I'm not late, then?" By that, she meant, 'Why must I always be waiting for useless pigs?'
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