(The characters don't know each other yet, so the following happens to each character.)
A raven lands a dozen paces from you, then boldly hops closer, a flat parcel wrapped in oilskin strapped to its belly. It eyes you enigmatically for a few moments, then speaks in an unfamiliar voice. "Leosin Erlanthar sends his heartiest congratulations! Please use the gift this bird brings to meet me in Waterdeep as soon as possible."
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Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
The shadowy form slinks through the shadows, making no sound and more shadow than not. A pause reveals it to be a female elven warrior, wearing black studded leather armor and with assorted weapons strapped over her body. Her keen elven eyes search the darkness of the alley she is traversing, knowing her quarry to be close by. A shift in the wind brings the padding of footsteps, and the elven maiden moves onward. She crosses a main street, and dips into another alley, gaining on the target. "Did you bring the gold?" A voice says in the darkness ahead, and the elf moves up slowly to the next corner, where a light illuminates a meeting between three unsavory men. A sound draws her attention from the three though, as they talk about some deal she cares not about. A winged shape flies out of the sky to land nearby, giving its message directly to her. "What?" One of the men says in surprise, as the elf maiden moves into action. Her longbow is in hand in an instance, with four arrows in the air in the next breath. Two of the shafts strike her quarry, while the other two drive into the two men he was meeting with.
She then drops her bow and draws forth her short sowrds to rush in and meet the three men. They turn to flee, as she expected, but for the one she had hit with two arrows, he tried to hobble away, but was too slow.
"Dinzle Linsob, surrendor..." the woman says then, her voice emotionless, but contrasted with the musical sound of an elf's voice. "I will be taking you in, and I do not mind you being a lot worse for me doing so..."
A moment later the man is on the ground, wrists tied and legs hobbled, and the elven maiden turns back to the still-waiting bird. "This better have been worth it." She says to the bird, reaching down to have a look at the package.
A small kobold is on his hands and knees as he is scrubbing the sidewalks in front of the temple of Bahamut. Underneath his pristine white poncho with a bright blue border he has donned old leather scraps that have been fashioned into leather armors. A raven of his own hops toward the raven and takes the parcel as he continues his work. The beads of sweat roll down his forehead as it begins to smear the silver pain he has on his face. He continue s his work without paying attention to the messenger. His raven just cocks his head and mimics “Waterdeep”
Aeson was deep in his evening prayers when he was interrupted by a raven flying into his chambers. As he listens to the raven's message, he takes the parcel and opens it while thinking to himself, "The Masters told me that Helm would give me a sign when I was ready." He quickly dons his scale mail which he covers with his blue vestments. He places his gauntlets, both of which are adorned with the all-seeing eye of Helm, on his hands while silently saying a prayer to himself. He finishes gathering the rest of his belongings, and heads into the temples main room to finish his prayer. With a final asking for Helm to watch over him, he sprinkles his mace and shield with holy water, and set off towards Waterdeep.
Gazing out over the ocean reminded Raishan of sailing on the ships in the Astral Plane, and she wished she could return but she will never again return to that society of sociopaths. The waste of power that both factions used on each other continued to enrage her even to this day. How could her people united in the fight against the squids suddenly turn on each other, once more letting the squids treat them as pawns made her skin crawl.
Shaking herself out of her memories a cry from above brings her back to reality as Surnia lands on her shoulder. She reaches up and gives him a scratch under its beak as the owl nuzzles her neck. "We will be arriving soon in Waterdep, thankfully as these ships tend to go a bit slower than I am used to. Unfortunately our foray to the Island of Chult did not help us on our quest. It was just another false rumor concerning another long forgotten spellbook of unimaginable power. I am beginning to think none of those books even exist and our travels have been for naught." Reaching into her bag and grabbing some strips of meat she begins feeding Surnia. "Well, OK, not a complete loss we have had our fun exploring the world and learning new things, haven't we."
Continuing to stare out to sea she notices a black dot getting closer and closer to the ship and is startled that a Raven would be so far out. It must have gotten caught in a storm and blown out then seeing the ship as a safe place to land. She is startled as the bird lands in front of her, looks her over and then speaks. She takes the package and tosses a bit of meat to the raven and the excitement fills her as she starts to open the package to see what is inside. "I see we have a new adventure in store for us Surnia, shall we be entertained."
A silver Dragonborn in shining heavy armor and a massive pristine sword on his back paces in an ill lit room.
“Father will love this one. Okay, take a letter.” He says in perfect common. He speaks as if he were human. “Dear Daddy — Er no — Salutations Father! — yes that’s good — It is another letter from your favored son, Free. It has been many months now and well — I do think I deserve to come home. I mean, I’ve done like a lot of neat things for people. So, I think living in the castle would probably be best for me. Send — oh. I’ve gotten some Raven or bird or something. It appears I must go to Waterdeep. Oh dear, strange things are afoot in waterdeep daddy. Your baby boy must go. I do hope you realize that I’m the knight you knew I would become. I suppose send a carriage to Waterdeep when you do. Your son, Free.”
(Sorry about not posting today, I was waiting for our sixth player to post his intro. But we'll get started, for now, he'll have to catch up later.)
(This happens to each character.)
When you open the parcel a faint blue glow emits from inside, and suddenly your surroundings blur and start swirling.
(Edit) (This happens to all the character at the same time.)
With a dull thud, you are dropped into what appears to be a teleport circle in Waterdeep along with several others. In the distance, you see the government palace. A tall older half-elf male dressed in monk robes approaches.
"Hello, my name is Leosin Erlanthar, I see you got my message. We have a problem. Two tendays ago we started receiving word of dragons moving across the coast, something is drawing them. Leaders of the biggest factions have formed a council to stop whatever is happening, and you were called up for your, ah, expertise."
He leads you down some streets and toward the palace."
"Part of the reason you are here is to help the factions get together. Right now, none of them trust the other, even though they share a common goal. The Harpers are behind the scenes people, but right now they should be easy to persuade. The Order of the Gauntlet is one of your main concerns, religious soldiers, they are one of the pickiest, but they have some of the best soldiers money can buy. The Emerald Enclave, on the other hand, nature lovers and whatnot, they are pretty easy going, but they have a lot of manpower at the moment, they've been drafting soldiers since the dragons have started moving. Now, your biggest concern by far, The Lords Alliance, nobles and such, they have the best-trained troops and the best connections, I've heard rumors that all this is about Tiamat, the Dragon Goddess. If it is, the Lords Alliance is your only hope. Victory without them is impossible."
By now the group has reached the ornate palace. Guards wearing several different house colors mill about, along with minor nobles and aides from all over the coast. Erlanther points out a few.
"That dwarf over there, very nasty. He's with the Lords.
That one over there is Remallia, she with the Harpers, she's one of the ones that invited you."
The party is lead into a large circular chamber about fifty feet in diameter, an equally large table sits in the center, with several nobles seated there. You are sat down and Erlanther says the meeting will commence shortly.
The Silver Dragonborn winces at the name Tiamat. "She must not rise. I will see to it. We will grease palms and bring factions together. This is a noble cause... surely one that Papa will be proud of." he follows and awaits further instruction.
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
The silver painted kobold in a home made poncho of white and blue fabric seemingly cowering behind the silver Dragonborn. It was one thing to be accepted amongst the church after proving his hard work and dedication, but to walk openly here? With nobles present? The group begins to hear small chattering a of prayer under his breath.
"So let me get this straight, you want myself and this lot," gesturing to the others she assumed were also teleported to Waterdeep, "to take on the Cult of The Dragon? Just the six of us? What is in it for us, what help are you offering us to do your bidding?"
"Come here tiny dragon warrior." Free picks up the Kobold in one hand and places him on his shoulder. "Stand tall and proud. Praise the Platinum Dragon." he taps his shoulder revealing his own Bahamut crest.
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Leshanna curses as the blueness claims her. Her last thought is of the damage to her honor, as her first quarry to ever escape her is left behind in an alley of Baldar's Gate. When she finds herself standing in a circle in the city she recognizes as Waterdeep she gives a frustrated sigh.
"You will sends someone to Baldar's Gate to get my horse and gear." Leshanna tells the man named Leosin as he introduces himself. "And you will repay those who hired me the money they paid down for capturing my quarry that you caused me to let escape." Her voice is clear and emotionless as she speaks, though the musical accent of the elves is quite the contrast to that fact. "I will not aid you in any manner until that is accomplished."
Following along to the council chambers she takes a seat, eyes scanning the assembled dignitaries, as well as those who were to be her companions. Leshanna is a elf with raven-black hair and cool ice-blue eyes. She seems to weigh each of you as she takes you in.
"I am Leshanna Naïlo." She introduces herself after a moment. She seems very emotionally detached as she speaks.
"OH! Yes, our demands. I also require-- no. You will provide me with a ward. That ward will know how to read and write. That ward will take down my dictated letter to Papa -- er my nobleman father. This is a total dealbreaker if you do no provide me with this." Free nudges the kobold with a smirk and winks Leshanna, nodding, pleased with himself. "oh and uh i will need a stipend for me and my tiny dragon friend here and the ward. I will not be providing the ward with modern luxuries. That is on you. And silk sheets. I want silk sheets."
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Perplexed at the antics of the two large companions, Horark raises an eyebrow, then nods. Chirping up he says “We need string and some buttons too!.” He gives a wink back to Free and Leshanna.
Erlanther tells them to hold their questions until they are seated, where he looks at each of them in turn.
"Aeson, Remallia choose this group for reasons she will not tell. But I believe she had a vision, a vision in which she was giving names.
And you, my Gith friend, this group is more powerful than you know, albeit a little teamwork is necessary. As for a reward, don't you think to save a whole world good enough? There will be payment if you succeed, otherwise, money will be the last thing on your mind
Ah, the feisty Elf I've heard so much about. Yes, of course, we will take care of your things.
And last but probably least, the Half-Dragon." He turns to the others with a look of apology. "Listen to me, I don't see a reason for you to be invited, but you were. This is no bloody joke! This is not your father asking you to corral some pigs! This is the real thing, there is a blasted God trying to break out of the Nine Hells to kill us all! There will be no silk sheets, there will be no ward, you'll be lucky to get any sleep at all!
He smiles at the others, then says "Ah, and it begins. Be on your best behavior, please."
As Raisha takes her seat, "Saving my world would be worth my life, but this is not my world. I will listen to what you have to say and then make my decision."
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(The characters don't know each other yet, so the following happens to each character.)
A raven lands a dozen paces from you, then boldly hops closer, a flat parcel wrapped in oilskin strapped to its belly. It eyes you enigmatically for a few moments, then speaks in an unfamiliar voice. "Leosin Erlanthar sends his heartiest congratulations! Please use the gift this bird brings to meet me in Waterdeep as soon as possible."
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
The shadowy form slinks through the shadows, making no sound and more shadow than not. A pause reveals it to be a female elven warrior, wearing black studded leather armor and with assorted weapons strapped over her body. Her keen elven eyes search the darkness of the alley she is traversing, knowing her quarry to be close by. A shift in the wind brings the padding of footsteps, and the elven maiden moves onward. She crosses a main street, and dips into another alley, gaining on the target.
"Did you bring the gold?" A voice says in the darkness ahead, and the elf moves up slowly to the next corner, where a light illuminates a meeting between three unsavory men. A sound draws her attention from the three though, as they talk about some deal she cares not about. A winged shape flies out of the sky to land nearby, giving its message directly to her.
"What?" One of the men says in surprise, as the elf maiden moves into action. Her longbow is in hand in an instance, with four arrows in the air in the next breath. Two of the shafts strike her quarry, while the other two drive into the two men he was meeting with.
She then drops her bow and draws forth her short sowrds to rush in and meet the three men. They turn to flee, as she expected, but for the one she had hit with two arrows, he tried to hobble away, but was too slow.
"Dinzle Linsob, surrendor..." the woman says then, her voice emotionless, but contrasted with the musical sound of an elf's voice. "I will be taking you in, and I do not mind you being a lot worse for me doing so..."
A moment later the man is on the ground, wrists tied and legs hobbled, and the elven maiden turns back to the still-waiting bird. "This better have been worth it." She says to the bird, reaching down to have a look at the package.
A small kobold is on his hands and knees as he is scrubbing the sidewalks in front of the temple of Bahamut. Underneath his pristine white poncho with a bright blue border he has donned old leather scraps that have been fashioned into leather armors. A raven of his own hops toward the raven and takes the parcel as he continues his work. The beads of sweat roll down his forehead as it begins to smear the silver pain he has on his face. He continue s his work without paying attention to the messenger. His raven just cocks his head and mimics “Waterdeep”
Aeson was deep in his evening prayers when he was interrupted by a raven flying into his chambers. As he listens to the raven's message, he takes the parcel and opens it while thinking to himself, "The Masters told me that Helm would give me a sign when I was ready." He quickly dons his scale mail which he covers with his blue vestments. He places his gauntlets, both of which are adorned with the all-seeing eye of Helm, on his hands while silently saying a prayer to himself. He finishes gathering the rest of his belongings, and heads into the temples main room to finish his prayer. With a final asking for Helm to watch over him, he sprinkles his mace and shield with holy water, and set off towards Waterdeep.
Gazing out over the ocean reminded Raishan of sailing on the ships in the Astral Plane, and she wished she could return but she will never again return to that society of sociopaths. The waste of power that both factions used on each other continued to enrage her even to this day. How could her people united in the fight against the squids suddenly turn on each other, once more letting the squids treat them as pawns made her skin crawl.
Shaking herself out of her memories a cry from above brings her back to reality as Surnia lands on her shoulder. She reaches up and gives him a scratch under its beak as the owl nuzzles her neck. "We will be arriving soon in Waterdep, thankfully as these ships tend to go a bit slower than I am used to. Unfortunately our foray to the Island of Chult did not help us on our quest. It was just another false rumor concerning another long forgotten spellbook of unimaginable power. I am beginning to think none of those books even exist and our travels have been for naught." Reaching into her bag and grabbing some strips of meat she begins feeding Surnia. "Well, OK, not a complete loss we have had our fun exploring the world and learning new things, haven't we."
Continuing to stare out to sea she notices a black dot getting closer and closer to the ship and is startled that a Raven would be so far out. It must have gotten caught in a storm and blown out then seeing the ship as a safe place to land. She is startled as the bird lands in front of her, looks her over and then speaks. She takes the package and tosses a bit of meat to the raven and the excitement fills her as she starts to open the package to see what is inside. "I see we have a new adventure in store for us Surnia, shall we be entertained."
A silver Dragonborn in shining heavy armor and a massive pristine sword on his back paces in an ill lit room.
“Father will love this one. Okay, take a letter.” He says in perfect common. He speaks as if he were human.
“Dear Daddy — Er no — Salutations Father! — yes that’s good — It is another letter from your favored son, Free. It has been many months now and well — I do think I deserve to come home. I mean, I’ve done like a lot of neat things for people. So, I think living in the castle would probably be best for me. Send — oh. I’ve gotten some Raven or bird or something. It appears I must go to Waterdeep. Oh dear, strange things are afoot in waterdeep daddy. Your baby boy must go. I do hope you realize that I’m the knight you knew I would become. I suppose send a carriage to Waterdeep when you do. Your son, Free.”
he takes a deep breath, “now read that back...”
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
(Sorry about not posting today, I was waiting for our sixth player to post his intro. But we'll get started, for now, he'll have to catch up later.)
(This happens to each character.)
When you open the parcel a faint blue glow emits from inside, and suddenly your surroundings blur and start swirling.
(Edit) (This happens to all the character at the same time.)
With a dull thud, you are dropped into what appears to be a teleport circle in Waterdeep along with several others. In the distance, you see the government palace. A tall older half-elf male dressed in monk robes approaches.
"Hello, my name is Leosin Erlanthar, I see you got my message. We have a problem. Two tendays ago we started receiving word of dragons moving across the coast, something is drawing them. Leaders of the biggest factions have formed a council to stop whatever is happening, and you were called up for your, ah, expertise."
He leads you down some streets and toward the palace."
"Part of the reason you are here is to help the factions get together. Right now, none of them trust the other, even though they share a common goal. The Harpers are behind the scenes people, but right now they should be easy to persuade. The Order of the Gauntlet is one of your main concerns, religious soldiers, they are one of the pickiest, but they have some of the best soldiers money can buy. The Emerald Enclave, on the other hand, nature lovers and whatnot, they are pretty easy going, but they have a lot of manpower at the moment, they've been drafting soldiers since the dragons have started moving. Now, your biggest concern by far, The Lords Alliance, nobles and such, they have the best-trained troops and the best connections, I've heard rumors that all this is about Tiamat, the Dragon Goddess. If it is, the Lords Alliance is your only hope. Victory without them is impossible."
By now the group has reached the ornate palace. Guards wearing several different house colors mill about, along with minor nobles and aides from all over the coast. Erlanther points out a few.
"That dwarf over there, very nasty. He's with the Lords.
That one over there is Remallia, she with the Harpers, she's one of the ones that invited you."
The party is lead into a large circular chamber about fifty feet in diameter, an equally large table sits in the center, with several nobles seated there. You are sat down and Erlanther says the meeting will commence shortly.
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
A young man sitting at his office desk looks towards the bird inquisitively.
”This is a rather Extravagant way to hire someone, especially considering it’s not that far from home but who am I to question these things?”
The Silver Dragonborn winces at the name Tiamat. "She must not rise. I will see to it. We will grease palms and bring factions together. This is a noble cause... surely one that Papa will be proud of." he follows and awaits further instruction.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
"Why did Remallia send for use specifically?"
The silver painted kobold in a home made poncho of white and blue fabric seemingly cowering behind the silver Dragonborn. It was one thing to be accepted amongst the church after proving his hard work and dedication, but to walk openly here? With nobles present? The group begins to hear small chattering a of prayer under his breath.
"So let me get this straight, you want myself and this lot," gesturing to the others she assumed were also teleported to Waterdeep, "to take on the Cult of The Dragon? Just the six of us? What is in it for us, what help are you offering us to do your bidding?"
"Come here tiny dragon warrior." Free picks up the Kobold in one hand and places him on his shoulder. "Stand tall and proud. Praise the Platinum Dragon." he taps his shoulder revealing his own Bahamut crest.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Bolstered by his new friend the crouching kobold takes his new loft position and holds his beak up high.
Leshanna curses as the blueness claims her. Her last thought is of the damage to her honor, as her first quarry to ever escape her is left behind in an alley of Baldar's Gate. When she finds herself standing in a circle in the city she recognizes as Waterdeep she gives a frustrated sigh.
"You will sends someone to Baldar's Gate to get my horse and gear." Leshanna tells the man named Leosin as he introduces himself. "And you will repay those who hired me the money they paid down for capturing my quarry that you caused me to let escape." Her voice is clear and emotionless as she speaks, though the musical accent of the elves is quite the contrast to that fact. "I will not aid you in any manner until that is accomplished."
Following along to the council chambers she takes a seat, eyes scanning the assembled dignitaries, as well as those who were to be her companions. Leshanna is a elf with raven-black hair and cool ice-blue eyes. She seems to weigh each of you as she takes you in.
"I am Leshanna Naïlo." She introduces herself after a moment. She seems very emotionally detached as she speaks.
"OH! Yes, our demands. I also require-- no. You will provide me with a ward. That ward will know how to read and write. That ward will take down my dictated letter to Papa -- er my nobleman father. This is a total dealbreaker if you do no provide me with this." Free nudges the kobold with a smirk and winks Leshanna, nodding, pleased with himself. "oh and uh i will need a stipend for me and my tiny dragon friend here and the ward. I will not be providing the ward with modern luxuries. That is on you. And silk sheets. I want silk sheets."
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Leshanna gives the dragonborn a cool level look, but does not respond to their comments.
Perplexed at the antics of the two large companions, Horark raises an eyebrow, then nods. Chirping up he says “We need string and some buttons too!.” He gives a wink back to Free and Leshanna.
Erlanther tells them to hold their questions until they are seated, where he looks at each of them in turn.
"Aeson, Remallia choose this group for reasons she will not tell. But I believe she had a vision, a vision in which she was giving names.
And you, my Gith friend, this group is more powerful than you know, albeit a little teamwork is necessary. As for a reward, don't you think to save a whole world good enough? There will be payment if you succeed, otherwise, money will be the last thing on your mind
Ah, the feisty Elf I've heard so much about. Yes, of course, we will take care of your things.
And last but probably least, the Half-Dragon." He turns to the others with a look of apology. "Listen to me, I don't see a reason for you to be invited, but you were. This is no bloody joke! This is not your father asking you to corral some pigs! This is the real thing, there is a blasted God trying to break out of the Nine Hells to kill us all! There will be no silk sheets, there will be no ward, you'll be lucky to get any sleep at all!
He smiles at the others, then says "Ah, and it begins. Be on your best behavior, please."
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
As Raisha takes her seat, "Saving my world would be worth my life, but this is not my world. I will listen to what you have to say and then make my decision."