The party has answered the call for brave adventurers by request of Lord Raghbarash, the half-orc noble of Kaltheria, a large city and capital of the city-state of Kaltheria.
The note, circulated around many taverns in many towns and cities, reads:
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~A Petition To All Adventurers~ The honourable Lord Raghbarash wishes to make your aquaintance regarding the recovery of rare and mysterious artefacts, newly discovered by the lord and his house. This call goes out to all who would make themselves famous, renowned by hand of the Lord, and to gain his favour.
Great favour, renown, and monetary gain are but a few of the boons to whoever would perform the orders of the Lord faithfully and effectively. Contact should be made in the great city of Kaltheria, inquiries should be made to the gatekeepers of thr Noble District.
Great fame and wealth await!
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The party members have, individually, made their way to the manor of Lord Raghbarash, and now sit in the audience chamber, the first room in the impressive, fortress-like building, complete with turrets and flying butresses.
The audience chamber is vast, and crafted completely of a dark grey flagstone. There are well-made wooden benches along the eastern wall, with gilt framing and carved motifs of dragons. There is no other furniture but a raised, wooden platform beside the western wall, with a gilt wooden podium of the same corving, but with a bright crimson-and-violet coat of heraldry, belonging to the House of Lord Raghbarash. Both double, iron-bound doors (to the north, further in the manor, and south, where you entered from) are closed. A half-orc male of middling years, dressed in black-and-violet finery and of extreme cleanliness, waits by the south door.
He says in a clear voice, "The Lord shall be attending you shortly. Perhaps it would be prudent for the gathered to make aquaintence with one another." He then resumes his blank stare at the north door.
Everyone should post to check in, introduce your character to everyone else, perhaps comment on the decoration =P
Also, a few stipulations: Please put all Out of Character stuff, including rolls, out-of-game talk, and notes to the DM or other players, in a spoiler box entitled OOC.
Also, please put a link to your finished character sheet in your first post (in an OOC spoiler box)
Please use a coloured font for your character's speech, and remain consistent in that colour.
Marlin sits on one of the wood benches, quietly whistling a nameless tune to himself. He looks around the room lazily, noting the appearance of the others. Completing his once over at the northern door, he raises his voice.
"He's right. The name's Marlin, I'm an adventurer by trade, dabbling in both magic and martial prowess."
Chiro pulls down the hood of his cloak and looks balefully around at the others. "I'm Chiro. I'm in this for the money and whatever learning I can get. I can heal a little, but mostly I burn things."
With that, Chrio pulls his hood back up and goes silent once more.
I copied the link, then forgot to paste it. I feel silly. Chiro
The other adventurers in the room, namely a slender human female and a hulking, unarmed goliath male make no move to introduce themselves, merely to sit akwardly and attend to their attire.
Another ten minutes or so elapse of waiting and shuffling, the only sounds being a raven crowing outside, the shuffling of armor and bodies, and a couple stifled coughs from the butler.
Another post up very soon. Disappointed the others haven't posted yet.
Shinen, please edit your sheet into your first post.
Reminder to have your character's speech in a colour that hasn't been taken yet (except for the DM, I'll adapt accordingly.
~~~~~double post~~~~~
With a sudden rush of air and pronounced slamming of iron on stone, the north doors of the room are thrown open. Standing in between them is possibly one of the most poshly-dressed half-orcs many of you ever have seen (quite possibly you'll never another dressed as such, either.) He is all of 6 feet tall, his greenish and muscly skin is accompanied by silken clothes of such shades of purple and red that could only be described as either garish or eccentric.
"Hail, glorious adventurers!" he booms, moving swiftly to his throne. A silken, plum cloak flows behind him, those who succeed on a DC15 spot check notice that it is moving as if in a slight breeze, though the air in the chamber is stagnant.
Lord Raghbarash stands behind his podium, which was likely built just to give him an added aire of regality. He claps his hands and adjusts his monocle, pushing a whispy strand of silver hair from it. "Yes, greetings, and welcome to my humble home. My name is Lord Gurlach Mevolus Raghbarash, and I am your employer!" he says with much vigour. He snaps his fingers, and a butler which could be a twin to the other, except sex, enters through the north door, bringing the Lord his silver goblet of wine.
"Pardon me while I imbibe," he says, giving a curt nod, then pulling a long draught. "Right, your task is simple. I want you to go to the village of Fiore, three day's carriage ride from the city. Once there, I want you to ask around the village to find out where the ruins of Ramshorn Abbey. I want you to go to Ramshorn Abbey, and search it for three particular magic items. They are all enchanted blades, and I will pay triple their worth. Their names are Wave, Whelm, and Blackrazor." Raghbarash squints sternly when he speaks the names of the weapons. "I have a personal interest in them, and I hope you will keep to your honour, and deliver them to me, for your substantial fee. Any questions?" He asks.
"Abbey, that's a church, if I'm not mistaken. I'm guessing this is no ordinary Abbey, if we're searching for weapons. Otherwise it would be all, 'excuse me dear father, do you have three swords lying about,' and I take it that this is not quite that easy." Voronin, feeling somewhat awkward on the raised platform, stands.
"Just so we're clear, breaking and entering into a church is a generally looked ill upon, and harming a man of the cloth is a no go for me. Is this abbey in disuse, or somehow corrupted? You'll understand my interest in the particulars, of course.
Oh, and these swords... triple their worth would be how much, exactly?"
OOC:
General Spot Check +6
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled
4
Sense motive on the quest giver. +10
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled
2
Knowledge History to see if I know anything about the swords +3
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled
18
Knowledge Religion to see if I know anything about the abbey +3
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled
18
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I'll be sad if people don't start calling The Chain Veil "Fleetwood Mac."
You know that the Abbey was run down and destroyed hundreds of years ago, not by evil but by human affairs.
You've heard of the three swords before. They are said to grow in power with the user, and that they have a special magik when together. They haven't surfaced in hundreds of years. Lord Raghbarash seems honest enough about this enterprise, though with a DC15 intelligence check you can figure out that with such wide conveyance of posters and only 6 of you here, this may be difficult if he had trouble finding adventurers.
"Note, intrepid adventurers," says Lord Raghbarash, with a slight tone of arrogance, "that I tasked you to find the ruins of Ramshorn Abbey. You will encounter no men of cloth, only what local monsters may have infested it." He takes another sip of the cool wine.
"As for the value of the blades, it rests on the condition of the blades, whether they are still magical, and whether they come in a set or not. They're of more value to me together."
He claps his hands, and booms, "Right then, unless you've further questions, there is a carriage waiting outside to take you to Fiore." He stands expectantly.
Siris tilts his head forward slightly as he listens. One would mistake him for being asleep, his hands clasped together on his stomach, if it were not for the fact that his eyes were open.
Lord Raghbarash seems honest enough about this enterprise, though with a DC15 intelligence check you can figure out that with such wide conveyance of posters and only 6 of you here, this may be difficult if he had trouble finding adventurers.
"Right," said the slender female that had yet to introduce herself to the crowd, "Sounds like a pretty straight-forward job. I'm ready whenever you lot are."
"One thing before we go: You, and you. What are your names, and how do you fight? I don't work with unknowns." Chiro gets up, but instead of walking to the carriage, he points at the girl who had spoken and at the other figure left in the room.
Talore, I added a sheet in the first post, if you want to link it in the OP. Also, I'm assuming you'd rather I use a non-black color for speaking, so switching to green.
Marlin rises from his seat as well, following the pair before him. "I see no reason to stick around any longer. Shall we go?" He looks to the remaining adventurers.
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The butler at the south doors opens them in a grandiose fashion, ending with a bow, nearly robot-like in his precision.
(Assuming the rest follow)
As the party exits, Lord Raghbarash calls from his podium, "Good luck adventurers! May your gods bless you, and godspeed!"
Outside, where there was only cobblestone, now rests a huge stagecoach of the deepest purple. Two servants in the same hideously garish plum livery as the butler, a human and a half-orc, wait. One is at the reins of a team of four black horses, the other holds the door open. It looks like the goliath can fit if he takes a bench for himself and stoops. It won't be a comfortable ride for him.
The servants wait for you to either board the coach, or decline the job by walking away.
Voronin takes a hard look at these two servants, thinking that there is something suspicious about how similar all four look, wondering if it is more than just the uniforms.
OOC
Spot + 6
Dice Roller1 D20 rolled
15
After a last look at the servants, Voronin boards the carriage.
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I'll be sad if people don't start calling The Chain Veil "Fleetwood Mac."
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The note, circulated around many taverns in many towns and cities, reads:
The honourable Lord Raghbarash wishes to make your aquaintance regarding the recovery of rare and mysterious artefacts, newly discovered by the lord and his house. This call goes out to all who would make themselves famous, renowned by hand of the Lord, and to gain his favour.
EDIT: Sorry, didn't know if you'd want it edited in here or in my next post. http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=254405
Marlin sits on one of the wood benches, quietly whistling a nameless tune to himself. He looks around the room lazily, noting the appearance of the others. Completing his once over at the northern door, he raises his voice.
"He's right. The name's Marlin, I'm an adventurer by trade, dabbling in both magic and martial prowess."
UUUJin-Gitaxias, Core AugurUUU
Modern
WWWHatebearsWWW
Voronin is perched uneasily on the platform opposite the benches. His veined hand clutches an apple, half eaten. He chews as he looks around.
"Name's Voronin. I sing and stab things for a living. Mostly the latter, these days. You know how it goes."
OOC
With that, Chrio pulls his hood back up and goes silent once more.
Chiro
Friendly reminder to read the opening post fully, I'd like your sheet links in your first posts, in an OOC box
Also, godmodding silverthorn2009 if he doesn't post by the time the others do, as he hasn't logged on in over a week.
"Siris" the man clothed in simple monk robes said. "A simple monk and cleric of Pelor. Should you hurt or despair, by Pelor's will I will shield you."
(Siggy adapted, DarkHunter1357 (deviantART))
Another ten minutes or so elapse of waiting and shuffling, the only sounds being a raven crowing outside, the shuffling of armor and bodies, and a couple stifled coughs from the butler.
Another post up very soon. Disappointed the others haven't posted yet.
Shinen, please edit your sheet into your first post.
Reminder to have your character's speech in a colour that hasn't been taken yet (except for the DM, I'll adapt accordingly.
~~~~~double post~~~~~
With a sudden rush of air and pronounced slamming of iron on stone, the north doors of the room are thrown open. Standing in between them is possibly one of the most poshly-dressed half-orcs many of you ever have seen (quite possibly you'll never another dressed as such, either.) He is all of 6 feet tall, his greenish and muscly skin is accompanied by silken clothes of such shades of purple and red that could only be described as either garish or eccentric.
"Hail, glorious adventurers!" he booms, moving swiftly to his throne. A silken, plum cloak flows behind him, those who succeed on a DC15 spot check notice that it is moving as if in a slight breeze, though the air in the chamber is stagnant.
Lord Raghbarash stands behind his podium, which was likely built just to give him an added aire of regality. He claps his hands and adjusts his monocle, pushing a whispy strand of silver hair from it. "Yes, greetings, and welcome to my humble home. My name is Lord Gurlach Mevolus Raghbarash, and I am your employer!" he says with much vigour. He snaps his fingers, and a butler which could be a twin to the other, except sex, enters through the north door, bringing the Lord his silver goblet of wine.
"Pardon me while I imbibe," he says, giving a curt nod, then pulling a long draught. "Right, your task is simple. I want you to go to the village of Fiore, three day's carriage ride from the city. Once there, I want you to ask around the village to find out where the ruins of Ramshorn Abbey. I want you to go to Ramshorn Abbey, and search it for three particular magic items. They are all enchanted blades, and I will pay triple their worth. Their names are Wave, Whelm, and Blackrazor." Raghbarash squints sternly when he speaks the names of the weapons. "I have a personal interest in them, and I hope you will keep to your honour, and deliver them to me, for your substantial fee. Any questions?" He asks.
"Just so we're clear, breaking and entering into a church is a generally looked ill upon, and harming a man of the cloth is a no go for me. Is this abbey in disuse, or somehow corrupted? You'll understand my interest in the particulars, of course.
Oh, and these swords... triple their worth would be how much, exactly?"
OOC:
Sense motive on the quest giver. +10
Knowledge History to see if I know anything about the swords +3
Knowledge Religion to see if I know anything about the abbey +3
Spot +3
Knowledge History for Swords +13
Knowledge History for Church
Sense Motive +12
UUUJin-Gitaxias, Core AugurUUU
Modern
WWWHatebearsWWW
You know that the Abbey was run down and destroyed hundreds of years ago, not by evil but by human affairs.
You've heard of the three swords before. They are said to grow in power with the user, and that they have a special magik when together. They haven't surfaced in hundreds of years. Lord Raghbarash seems honest enough about this enterprise, though with a DC15 intelligence check you can figure out that with such wide conveyance of posters and only 6 of you here, this may be difficult if he had trouble finding adventurers.
"Note, intrepid adventurers," says Lord Raghbarash, with a slight tone of arrogance, "that I tasked you to find the ruins of Ramshorn Abbey. You will encounter no men of cloth, only what local monsters may have infested it." He takes another sip of the cool wine.
"As for the value of the blades, it rests on the condition of the blades, whether they are still magical, and whether they come in a set or not. They're of more value to me together."
He claps his hands, and booms, "Right then, unless you've further questions, there is a carriage waiting outside to take you to Fiore." He stands expectantly.
Rolls
Spot +8
Sense Motive +9
Knowledge History, Swords +3
Knowledge Religion Abbey, +3
(Siggy adapted, DarkHunter1357 (deviantART))
Lord Raghbarash seems honest enough about this enterprise, though with a DC15 intelligence check you can figure out that with such wide conveyance of posters and only 6 of you here, this may be difficult if he had trouble finding adventurers.
"I'd still like to know what I'm getting paid... but why not, I'm in."
+1
Focused on Raghbarash's history/personality. I.e. anything that might tell what he would end up using the swords for
(Siggy adapted, DarkHunter1357 (deviantART))
Also, if the party wants to move out, someone should post where their character moves for the door/leaves for the transportation arranged.
I'm going to drop silverthorn2009 and his character if he doesn't post by the time the carriage ride ends. He hasn't logged on in over 2 weeks.
Int check with regards to number of adventurers. +4
UUUJin-Gitaxias, Core AugurUUU
Modern
WWWHatebearsWWW
(Siggy adapted, DarkHunter1357 (deviantART))
Talore, I added a sheet in the first post, if you want to link it in the OP. Also, I'm assuming you'd rather I use a non-black color for speaking, so switching to green.
Marlin rises from his seat as well, following the pair before him. "I see no reason to stick around any longer. Shall we go?" He looks to the remaining adventurers.
UUUJin-Gitaxias, Core AugurUUU
Modern
WWWHatebearsWWW
(Assuming the rest follow)
As the party exits, Lord Raghbarash calls from his podium, "Good luck adventurers! May your gods bless you, and godspeed!"
Outside, where there was only cobblestone, now rests a huge stagecoach of the deepest purple. Two servants in the same hideously garish plum livery as the butler, a human and a half-orc, wait. One is at the reins of a team of four black horses, the other holds the door open. It looks like the goliath can fit if he takes a bench for himself and stoops. It won't be a comfortable ride for him.
The servants wait for you to either board the coach, or decline the job by walking away.
OOC
Spot + 6
After a last look at the servants, Voronin boards the carriage.