You have received an urgent summons. One that you have to heed.
Kimmuriel has governed the company for more than four years now with unparalleled if cold efficiency. The head of Bregan D’aerthe does not stand on ceremony, and he personally greets you at the doors of his hall. Leading you to a comfortable study lined with bookshelves, he sits in a comfortable chair but leaves you all standing.
“I thank you for coming so quickly,” he begins. “I’ve taken you from your assignments because you have proven yourself more than useful and more than once.” A cold calculating smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Seven days ago, a band of drow raided several farms and freeholds about 10 miles south of Daggerdale. A number of people were killed, and the marauders caused much damage. Local militia tracked the drow band to the vicinity of an old set of crypts on the western edge of the Dagger Hills. Rumor has it that those crypts conceal an entrance to the Underdark.” he shrugs then continues, “Three nights ago, the drow raiders returned and caused even more damage. I think the time has come for us to put a stop to these raids. Daggerdale hasn’t had trouble with drow for hundreds of years, and we want to keep it that way. I have no idea what has stirred them up now but we can’t have the locals starting to hunt drowsand have adventurers poking around in our businesses.”
He gets up and starts to move toward the door. "I’ll take you several miles from the crypts myself."
"You have an hour to prepare and get acquainted. The compound is large enough for you to find anything you might wish, for a price or a favor of course." With those words, he gets out leaving the door open.
(OOC: You are in a large base of Bregan D'aerthe several miles from Menzoberranzan, in an ancient noble castle.)
Try’Gan looks around to his companions in this endeavor while Kimmuriel talks. He had seen most of them in the past months in the compound, but never been introduced to them proprely.
“Do we know wich House, or Houses, are conducting this raid?” He asks.
Jhaldrym mostly watches the others as Kimmuriel speaks, careful to return his gaze to the speaker as needed. Obviously these drow are capable or they wouldn't be here. Bregan D’aerthe has offered him a comfortable life, compared to his previous one, so he doesn't usually ask a lot of questions. This seemed simple enough. As Kimmuriel finishes speaking, Jhaldrym simply nods.
With but the exception of Kimmuriel and one other(perhaps?), the others are treated to the rare sight of Nym in his true form, affirming the rumors. He invites no comment, or betray any sense of discomfort. The only thing reflected in slit draconic pupils is the same soldiery stoicism his full-blooded form tended to display. They never waver from Kimmuriel throughout much of the meeting; except, that is to say, to flicker over to Cyrhan alongside a small scowl of disapproval.
"Provided, of course, that it is absolutely necessary." He amends, eyes narrowing during a sidelong look to Cyrhan.
Aryil bows his head as the orders are given. "I understand, I have a couple of questions though. How will we communicate with you during this mission, will you be contacting us for updates or will we be able to contact you when we need? Also, do we have any idea of the number of raiders and are we to try and protect surface dwellers if the need arises or are we solely there to observe?"
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Kimmuriel continues walking away but you hear in your heads, his voice.
"I've got things to do so allow me to continue this conversation this way," he waits for something,then continues, " leave the surface dwellers alone as much as possible, that would be counterproductive. For communication, I ll give you a ioun stone you can speak to me with it but it needs to recharge and it can't hold much information so be careful when using it. As for the raiders, find out where they come from and what is going on."
OOC: He waited for Try'Gan to let him into his head. RP it if you want.
Sensing the thoughts of the Captain probing his mind Try’Gan sighs and drop his defenses. At least those more potent, letting Kimmuriel communicate with him. He doesn’t like when the Captain does this. As soon as he ends his last order he raises his barriers again.
”You heard the man. Go there, find out what’s going on and the least intearction the better “ that last part was said looking at Cyrhan. “Let’s meet at the entrance in,let’s say 30 minutes?” He says leaving the room before anyone can answer him. He didn’t wante that more question of his comrades lead to more answers from Kimmurieal,and he had to allow him to enter again.
Behind, invisible and perched near the roof, was Kyktch, his familiar. He will inform later of whatever the rest will talk about.
He went to his quarteres, packed his things, and cast Invisibility on himslef and leave the compound towards the north, ten minutes later he was, still invisible, at a small dead end in one of the numerous corridors that plague the whereabouts of Menzoberranzan. He just left a small grey peeble in a particular spot and leaves, returning to his quarters just ten minutes before the deadline.He the takes a quick bath, one never knew when it’s going to be the next time,and it’s ready just in time.
Aryil mentally reviews his kit and decides there will be no need for additional equipment at this time. He then begins to browse the bookshelves, enjoying the opportunity to look for anything of interest. If he sees anything on the history of the dales or Daggerdale in particular he'll skim through otherwise he will rest, sitting in the chair vacated by Kimmuriel until the others return.
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Crisis averted and orders given, Nym quietly bows slightly at the waist towards the retreating backside of the good captain, and by extension Try'Gan not long after. He lingers only to regard Ayril for a long moment. There didn't seem to be an obvious purpose for it except size the man up before continuing on his way to his own quarters.
As a true company man, it doesn't take him all that long to clean out most things out of the room save the traps. They were minor nuisances for most who would even dare to bother. But then, that had been in part the purpose of their design. Ignoring the dull ache in his chest reminding him of the still to be fully fulfilled request for them in the first place, Nym cleans up quickly, then is off to the stables.
One way or another, by the time he meets up with all -- and he would be there promptly at in 30 -- "Nym" is disguised once more as a full-blooded drow, and a certain steed lizard reminiscent of a gila monster would be loaded up with a couple extra empty barrels at his side.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
After an hour yo all receive the same call. Once more in your head. It is more like a feeling of it's time.
You move to the appointed place where Kimmuriel is waiting for you. He tosses the Ioun Stone to the first to arrive (ooc: whoever writes first.)
Just as you are all gathering Try'gan emerges from an alley led by one of the captain's apprentices, Huss.
Without waiting for anything else, the master psionist starts to concentrate. You all know the drill by now and move to put a hand on his arm or shoulder. You have a brief feeling of falling then the warmth and unseen ceiling of the surface world hits you and reminds you once more that you don't relish being sent there. This is not your first time on the surface, no one in Bregan D'aerthe hasn't spent some time there, and you see above the night sky, impressive with its stars and moving clouds.
"The entrance to the crypts is down that path," he shows you a trail, our informant told us that it's where the raiders come from. Search the place and see where it leads you. Contact me when you know more, a lot more.
He vanishes.
OOC: If you did anything else in the compound just add it.
Nym snatches the stone out the air, and gives it a few turns in hand before secreting the stone. It is with equal lack of hesitation that he moves after to place a hand over his shoulder, close his eyes, and exhale all the air from his lungs. Even if the action wasn't necessary, the half-elf always felt better by doing so following the transition. His mount too tries to follow by example as best as she could, though if need be, Nym will leave her behind to summon later as necessary.
Once up top, Nym wastes little time on wonder for the sake of surveying the landscape for any signs of danger."Understood." Nym states swiftly, even if only to open air, then turns to look to the others. "Until we are inside, I will take point. I don't need to remind you all of the deal with surface dwellers. But, in the event someone became overeager, avoid them, if possible, or we shall neutralize them. Quietly." He gives Cyrhan a long, hard look. "That means no killing or maiming, Cyrhan... unless you can make it look like an accident. Now, if there are no complaints..."He pauses for only half a second before swiftly spinning on his hill, and start walking down the path. At some point along the way, his form again shimmers and shifts until he wore the guise of a dark-haired dwarf with only a pair of hand axes at his side, backpack slung on his back, and not a care in the world in expression.
Meanwhile, at some silent command, the lizard trails behind the group, masking her presences as much as possible.
Try’Gan fights the downward feeling that he always got in the stomach when he sees the sky. He had to admit though, that the inmensity of it, and the blinking stars higher than any ceiling of the Underdark, inspire in him a feeling of awe.
Nym words focused him in the real world. “ no time for poetics you moron. You will be underground soon enough” he thinks to himself and gets ready for the task ahead.
Jhaldrym, guessing he felt more comfortable on the surface, allowed his body to acclimate to the new environment. Hearing, Nym take charge, Jhaldrym's one question, "who is in charge" was answered for the moment. He always preferred when someone else led so that he could focus on his job. heading off slightly to the side of the group he walks as lightly as possible as to not draw attention to himself his bow ready at his side.
At seeing Nym change into a dwarf, Jhaldrym forces down putrid bile and hopes his face stays smooth. . or that the others are too far away to see the rage on his face.
Aryil looks over at Nym as he sets out his intentions. The rogue doesn't comment but a mirthless smile plays out as he moves to the side of the group scouting the flank whilst Nym takes a more dangerous position at the head of the group. As he does he takes a second to look up at the sky, the stars visible so far away in the distance. Aryil still remembers the terror of it all when he first saw the openness of the world above but now it's familiarity is such that during the night he barely even notices. The day though, with it's burning sun is another matter entirely.
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Before you, the trail winds past a low, rounded hill dotted with jutting boulders and dense briar patches. Sere grasses crown its barren slopes. Beyond this first rampart, a long chain of rugged hills stretches away to the south and the east—the Dagger Hills you were told. The trail turns here and continues south, skirting the lower slopes.
Two old, small, stone buildings stand here in the shadow of the hill. The ruined shells of several more lie nearby, overgrown with tough brown grass. A niche has been cut in the hillside just past the surface buildings.
Within it, a stone door stands closed in a masonry alcove.
OOC: I have out a layout of the buildings in the ICC thread.
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Cast
Aryil Ke'amar Lvl 10 | Elf | Rogue 4/Fighter 6 Player: Phadeout101
Cyrhan Lvl 10 | Elf | Warlock 1/Paladin 9 Player: Coranhann
Jhaldrym Abbylan Lvl 10 | Elf | Ranger 10 Player: Aethaeryn
Nym Tuin Lvl 10 | Half-Elf | Sorcerer 1/Paladin 9Player: Orileo
Try’gan Vandree Lvl 10 | Elf | Wizard 10 Player: FrandalSilvereyes
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You have received an urgent summons. One that you have to heed.
Kimmuriel has governed the company for more than four years now with unparalleled if cold efficiency. The head of Bregan D’aerthe does not stand on ceremony, and he personally greets you at the doors of his hall. Leading you to a comfortable study lined with bookshelves, he sits in a comfortable chair but leaves you all standing.
“I thank you for coming so quickly,” he begins. “I’ve taken you from your assignments because you have proven yourself more than useful and more than once.” A cold calculating smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Seven days ago, a band of drow raided several farms and freeholds about 10 miles south of Daggerdale. A number of people were killed, and the marauders caused much damage. Local militia tracked the drow band to the vicinity of an old set of crypts on the western edge of the Dagger Hills. Rumor has it that those crypts conceal an entrance to the Underdark.” he shrugs then continues, “Three nights ago, the drow raiders returned and caused even more damage. I think the time has come for us to put a stop to these raids. Daggerdale hasn’t had trouble with drow for hundreds of years, and we want to keep it that way. I have no idea what has stirred them up now but we can’t have the locals starting to hunt drows and have adventurers poking around in our businesses.”
He gets up and starts to move toward the door. "I’ll take you several miles from the crypts myself."
"You have an hour to prepare and get acquainted. The compound is large enough for you to find anything you might wish, for a price or a favor of course." With those words, he gets out leaving the door open.
(OOC: You are in a large base of Bregan D'aerthe several miles from Menzoberranzan, in an ancient noble castle.)
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Try’Gan looks around to his companions in this endeavor while Kimmuriel talks. He had seen most of them in the past months in the compound, but never been introduced to them proprely.
“Do we know wich House, or Houses, are conducting this raid?” He asks.
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"No. We don't. We don't know much about what is going on there .. that's why I m send in you."
"There must be a way into the underdark that we don't know about. Find it also please."
Kimmuriel stops at the door. "Anymore questions ?"
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Cyrhan has that unsettling grin on his beautiful face most of the Bregan came to know and dislike, the one showing the wrong kind of anticipation.
“We’ll bring back a lively souvenir if possible, captain, should you wish to have some of the fun.
I do have one question, though. Is getting in contact with the surface dwellers a no go?”
Jhaldrym mostly watches the others as Kimmuriel speaks, careful to return his gaze to the speaker as needed. Obviously these drow are capable or they wouldn't be here. Bregan D’aerthe has offered him a comfortable life, compared to his previous one, so he doesn't usually ask a lot of questions. This seemed simple enough. As Kimmuriel finishes speaking, Jhaldrym simply nods.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Aryil bows his head as the orders are given. "I understand, I have a couple of questions though. How will we communicate with you during this mission, will you be contacting us for updates or will we be able to contact you when we need? Also, do we have any idea of the number of raiders and are we to try and protect surface dwellers if the need arises or are we solely there to observe?"
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Kimmuriel continues walking away but you hear in your heads, his voice.
"I've got things to do so allow me to continue this conversation this way," he waits for something, then continues, " leave the surface dwellers alone as much as possible, that would be counterproductive. For communication, I ll give you a ioun stone you can speak to me with it but it needs to recharge and it can't hold much information so be careful when using it. As for the raiders, find out where they come from and what is going on."
OOC: He waited for Try'Gan to let him into his head. RP it if you want.
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Sensing the thoughts of the Captain probing his mind Try’Gan sighs and drop his defenses. At least those more potent, letting Kimmuriel communicate with him. He doesn’t like when the Captain does this. As soon as he ends his last order he raises his barriers again.
”You heard the man. Go there, find out what’s going on and the least intearction the better “ that last part was said looking at Cyrhan. “Let’s meet at the entrance in,let’s say 30 minutes?” He says leaving the room before anyone can answer him. He didn’t wante that more question of his comrades lead to more answers from Kimmurieal,and he had to allow him to enter again.
Behind, invisible and perched near the roof, was Kyktch, his familiar. He will inform later of whatever the rest will talk about.
He went to his quarteres, packed his things, and cast Invisibility on himslef and leave the compound towards the north, ten minutes later he was, still invisible, at a small dead end in one of the numerous corridors that plague the whereabouts of Menzoberranzan. He just left a small grey peeble in a particular spot and leaves, returning to his quarters just ten minutes before the deadline.He the takes a quick bath, one never knew when it’s going to be the next time,and it’s ready just in time.
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Aryil mentally reviews his kit and decides there will be no need for additional equipment at this time. He then begins to browse the bookshelves, enjoying the opportunity to look for anything of interest. If he sees anything on the history of the dales or Daggerdale in particular he'll skim through otherwise he will rest, sitting in the chair vacated by Kimmuriel until the others return.
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"Least amount of interaction possible, only bringing back prisonners if ab-so-lu-tly necessary. Now let the fun begins ..."
Cyrhan leaves, that damn smile still on his face, getting almost immediadetly to the entrance, getting one important supply before leaving.
Crisis averted and orders given, Nym quietly bows slightly at the waist towards the retreating backside of the good captain, and by extension Try'Gan not long after. He lingers only to regard Ayril for a long moment. There didn't seem to be an obvious purpose for it except size the man up before continuing on his way to his own quarters.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
After an hour yo all receive the same call. Once more in your head. It is more like a feeling of it's time.
You move to the appointed place where Kimmuriel is waiting for you. He tosses the Ioun Stone to the first to arrive (ooc: whoever writes first.)
Just as you are all gathering Try'gan emerges from an alley led by one of the captain's apprentices, Huss.
Without waiting for anything else, the master psionist starts to concentrate. You all know the drill by now and move to put a hand on his arm or shoulder. You have a brief feeling of falling then the warmth and unseen ceiling of the surface world hits you and reminds you once more that you don't relish being sent there. This is not your first time on the surface, no one in Bregan D'aerthe hasn't spent some time there, and you see above the night sky, impressive with its stars and moving clouds.
"The entrance to the crypts is down that path," he shows you a trail, our informant told us that it's where the raiders come from. Search the place and see where it leads you. Contact me when you know more, a lot more.
He vanishes.
OOC: If you did anything else in the compound just add it.
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Nym snatches the stone out the air, and gives it a few turns in hand before secreting the stone. It is with equal lack of hesitation that he moves after to place a hand over his shoulder, close his eyes, and exhale all the air from his lungs. Even if the action wasn't necessary, the half-elf always felt better by doing so following the transition. His mount too tries to follow by example as best as she could, though if need be, Nym will leave her behind to summon later as necessary.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
No killing or maiming of the inferior races, sure... but our drow friends are fair game of course. I'm sure we can all follow this kind of orders.
He says, smiling all the way, not an ounce of aggression in his voice, before adding with a wink:
Go on, I have got your back.
The drow for his helmet, grab his shield and one of his rapier, and follows Nym from a distance, sticking to the shadows. (Ooc: moving stealthily)
Try’Gan fights the downward feeling that he always got in the stomach when he sees the sky. He had to admit though, that the inmensity of it, and the blinking stars higher than any ceiling of the Underdark, inspire in him a feeling of awe.
Nym words focused him in the real world. “ no time for poetics you moron. You will be underground soon enough” he thinks to himself and gets ready for the task ahead.
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Jhaldrym, guessing he felt more comfortable on the surface, allowed his body to acclimate to the new environment. Hearing, Nym take charge, Jhaldrym's one question, "who is in charge" was answered for the moment. He always preferred when someone else led so that he could focus on his job. heading off slightly to the side of the group he walks as lightly as possible as to not draw attention to himself his bow ready at his side.
At seeing Nym change into a dwarf, Jhaldrym forces down putrid bile and hopes his face stays smooth. . or that the others are too far away to see the rage on his face.
Aryil looks over at Nym as he sets out his intentions. The rogue doesn't comment but a mirthless smile plays out as he moves to the side of the group scouting the flank whilst Nym takes a more dangerous position at the head of the group. As he does he takes a second to look up at the sky, the stars visible so far away in the distance. Aryil still remembers the terror of it all when he first saw the openness of the world above but now it's familiarity is such that during the night he barely even notices. The day though, with it's burning sun is another matter entirely.
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Before you, the trail winds past a low, rounded hill dotted with jutting boulders and dense briar patches. Sere grasses crown its barren slopes. Beyond this first rampart, a long chain of rugged hills stretches away to the south and the east—the Dagger Hills you were told. The trail turns here and continues south, skirting the lower slopes.
Two old, small, stone buildings stand here in the shadow of the hill. The ruined shells of several more lie nearby, overgrown with tough brown grass. A niche has been cut in the hillside just past the surface buildings.
Within it, a stone door stands closed in a masonry alcove.
OOC: I have out a layout of the buildings in the ICC thread.
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