Foreword: Greetings I am Sepiriel your DM for the duration of this test run at Gestalt 4e, before this game starts I would like to take a few moments to apologize in advance due to my lack of DM'ing experience, unlike ASA and a few others of my players I lack the intense amount of experience at handling groups of people, that being said I will give it my best and hope to craft a good story for you kids.
Also please remember I reserve the right to mod you along, prolonged absences during combat scenarios will result in me just skipping your turn in order to move things along swiftly.
If at any time during the game you get ideas or suggestions feel free to PM me, i will consider all ideas and would love constructive criticism.
The Mists gather on the Vale of Sorrows, a ceremonial battleground 5 miles south of Kalavar the Capital city of the Kingdom of Aravandor, a single campfire lights the way, the fire bright enough to be seen in the distance, yet there appears to be no one there to tend it when you reach it.
A letter was delivered to each of you, requesting that you assembled on this very spot, no name was penned down as well as no clue towards how you where selected or the message delivered, that was a month ago.
Now each of you gather here, some meeting for the first time, others perhaps not, whatever the case you five cant help but feel something of great importance is to take place.
Feel free to RP your arrival, more will be added when the party fully assembles.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
Goldenrim notices the Vale is quite deserted, here and there are remnants of what one can only assume are siege weaponry used in some long forgotten battle, what little remains of the frame of one such siege engine can be seen no more than 10 yards away, the wood rotten and and in shambles the Steel rusted and clearly unusable.
Thinking back Goldenrim can remember quite a few stories about the place, most of them regarding spirits who return each accursed night to relieve some battle or another, forever condemned to replay their last moments before death over and over.
The sun is setting and a few lone stars can be seen in the dulling sky, perhaps he will be able to confirm such tales in a few hours.
Around the campsite big logs are arrayed in a somewhat circular pattern, as if arranged for a meeting, but not a soul can be seen so no clue as to who set it all up.
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Call me old fashioned, but an evil ascension to power just isn't the same without someone chanting faux Latin in the background.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
The deva Tiferiel arrives, quietly waiting for the others to assemble as indeed he well expected more to come. He regards the bugbear solemnly but says nothing.
Sitting by the warmth of the fire, he opens a tome and passes the time reading.
Like a shadow Eclipse appears from the near dark. While the wind brushes gently through her black hair, her eyes scan the fireplace, her instincts telling her not to directly approach.
She had been wandering for months now, perhaps even years. She had lost track of the time that had passed, but she had counted full moon many times. The night was no stranger to her, and for a moment her eyes gazed into the sky, searching for the moon.
Well... this is it then... Ran through her head, and so she approached the campfire and the two men already present there. Dead silent she walked past the two, and sat down, not one the logs, but on the ground in a lotus position. As she preferred cold above warmth, a thing you get when you live on the steppes of a northern kingdom, she sat away from the fire, at the point where light turned into shadow.
Both Tiferiel and Eclipse notice some of the details of the Vale though not in as much detail as Goldenrim. The stories you have both heard as well, Tiferiel remembering a little more detail than the others, he remembers hearing that before the spirits start their remembrance will-o-wisp's can be seen gathering .
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Call me old fashioned, but an evil ascension to power just isn't the same without someone chanting faux Latin in the background.
Oreo, Glazing people better than Dunkin' Donuts since 2009
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
Vorel sprints into view, his muscles rippling in motion as his loping steps fling him forward. The tiny dot of him the others see quickly expands and before long a large dragonborn stands in front of them. Stripped to the waist, he says without a whit of lost breath, "Hello allies, I see we have gathered here together! I am Vorel Armstrong," saying his name, he strikes a pose. Small sparkling stars dance around him when he does this. "What are your names good fellows?"
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Closing the tome, Tiferiel looks around for any mischievous lights.
His amethyst eyes turn to the newcomers, piercing their very souls. He stands gracefully, his white garments flowing about him as he takes to his feet.
These mortals are so easy to read, he thinks to himself with meaning that is not entirely clear even to him; Like many I have encountered before. Perhaps some great enigma can still be illumined here.
Patchwork memories flood his mind, but he pushes them aside. I have no time for reminiscing.
"Through the ages I have been known as Tiferiel," The deva responds, his sharp eyes melting into deep pools of tranquility; "I am a servant of the Shining One, and I have studied hidden lore in many lands, bringing lost and obscure knowledge into the light."
Shifters are quite rare, and so are Devas as far as I know. Funny thing is that we have two shifters in our party
Eclipse's black eyes looked up, piercing into Vorel's. She decided to give no care, and looked away again. Meanwhile, she mumbled to herself "What a fool... That child doesn't deserve to hear my name, nor any word from me at all."
Devas are a step in the right direction for D&D main races, which traditionally were quite bland (I'm still waiting for aasimar though). I wouldn't imagine they're too rare, being a main race and all.
Could've gone Eladrin, but of course that was less optimal.
I take my character inspirations from many different places...Vorel is draconic for beautiful, btw. And the sparkles actually have an effect; currently in Phase of the Stars per Cosmic Sorcerer
Jerk Sue? Now who would that be @_@
"No, I do not know who sent the letter. Actually...I was hoping one of you fellows knew who it was." Clutched in Vorel's hands is a long, thorny rose staff. Small sparks can be seen dancing between the thorns along its shaft.
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Well, the PHB2 states that the number of Deva's is very small, and I guess there aren't that many shifters either (although their's nothing about their numbers in the PHB2).
Jerk Sue? Hmmm... I was more thinking in the direction of the Magnificent ***** and the Femme Fatale
Out of boredom Eclipse unsheathed one of her scimitars and started cleaning it up a bit, although she had removed the stains from her last victim days ago. It looks as if she's not paying any attention to the others, but her ears are keen to pick up any important information.
Ok girls calm down you are all loved... here have a Frozen Daiquiri
As for the races, Deva's are indeed uncommon but not unheard of so chances are you all can recognize little miss sub-zero
Shifter's are fairly common, as common as Half-Orc's really, so dont be so surprised that you are seeing one or two (or a full batallion:sneaky:) now and again
Also ASA Deva's are 4Es Aasimar, the race was removed and Deva's took their spot for the 'Celestial Inheritance' race... also interesting to note is that Rhakasha's (or however you spell it), are actually fallen Deva's... so dont be surprised if you meet one of this and starts calling you cousin or some other ****
Waiting on KoolKoal to show up before we can move the story along
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Oreo, Glazing people better than Dunkin' Donuts since 2009
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
That's just it though. Devas are no substitute for aasimar, which are cooler and have genitalia for sexings.
Jebus man, I thought raping with magic was enough!
Oh, and I can't wait until my first critical hit. :3
Vorel looks at his companions. The deva came off as pretty snooty right off the club, but the shifter and bugbear seemed companionable enough. With an absentminded nod to himself, he sits down with the staff across his lap. He closes his eyes and meditates, waiting for the sender to appear. I've got nothing else to do right now. I think I'll hang here for a day or two with these fellows before deciding to move on if nothing happense.
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Okay, ASA, I can't believe you plan on making out with my character this early
Man, I do hope that Deva's have genitalia. Because then, if you every try hitting on Eclipse you might find the aforementioned removed...
Also, Eldros, if you ever call my character a male again, I'll have to kill you
Now where were we again... Oh yes!
Eclipse finished cleaning the blade and was feeling bored now, she could be doing better things... She straightened her clothes a bit, and to the really keen eye one might notice something royal about them, but most it had long worn off. She then brushed aside a lost strand of hair hanging in front of her nose with her clawed hand.
Feeling like she had taken care of her appearance well enough now, she was hauntingly beautiful by nature anyway, she looked around, trying to estimate the value each person present would have to her.
The bugbear looked tough and intelligent for his kind, but she it was not easy to discern what kind of person he truly was.
The dragonborn looked smart enough, though a bit too jovial to her liking.
And the deva, well, their kind wasn't well known to her, but he sounded like a very odd person to her... too much of a know-it-all.
She decided to just await whatever would come next. As for now, she didn't care about these people here.
Brack crawls over the top of a hill and into view of the fire. He slowly examines the beings already there, and sniffs the air. A goblin of some kind (probably that large one), a dragonborn, and a shifter, like himself. He sucks the air into his nostrils more forcefully, the fourth has a strange scent he has never experienced before. It smells clean, like the grim of this world will not diminish it. A being from realms beyond?
He snapped his jaws together, making a clicking noise, and makes his way down to the fire.
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I'll bet you wish you had a non-unglued/unhinged card that shared your first name.
As soon as Brack gets close enough to the campsite to be clearly seen and heard the fire flares up, causing you all to look at it in alarm, the activity however comes from the other side of the campsite however as single figure steps forth from what appears to be the middle of nowhere "Ah good you have all gathered" the voice says as a tall shinning dragonborn unlike any you have ever seen steps forth into the light of the Campsite, even Vorel is perplexed as he is seeing one of his Orium brothers a kind so rare and secretive its been only recorded in history twice and both times in relation to fallen empires and times of great trouble.
As the strange dragonborn closes in he smiles, the smile dazzling and seemingly otherworldly, even when coming from a mouth that could easily snap your neck clean off with a bite.
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"To start things off let me make this clear right now, I am the one who sent the letter, but im not the one who chose you, who did is something i cant speak of right now for we lack the time and, quite frankly, i doubt you would belief me even if time was available to tell the entire tale.
I am known as Lord Magistrate Estar, First Sword of the Hilfassarval, Judge of Illusulvir and Protector of Varanel, you have been gathered by the will of the Council of Sil to embark on a task of great importance" he says as he moves towards one of the empty logs, he sits comfortably as he slowly appraises each of you "Now as for the task, the Council is in need of some willing adventurers to go and acquire a few items of importance, risk is guaranteed and death is a possibility, but the rewards will be as impressive as a dragons hoard" he says with a grin clearly on his face, as if there was some deep irony that he alone was privy to.
"Any questions so far?" he asks in a polite manner, as if the natural answer should be no but willing to put up with the possibility of it being yes.
Ok a few things to note, your insights will tell you nothing about those names, the only one here who will know about this names is Vorel, so please only Keifru should look at the following Spoiler:
First of, you dragonborn's refer to each other as brothers, hatchmates when you refer to someone in the same egg batch (so technically your real "brothers and sisters" would be referred as your Hatchmates, 'Brother' is a word your race took from Humans to refer to their family and seem you all see yourselves as one big family Brother's seemed more appropiate than cousins).
Second when Estar drops the names you basically feel the need to and throw yourself to the ground, Varanel being the name for the Kingdom of Dragonkind (aka He is the Protector of Draconic Royalty), Judge of Illusulvir means he is capable of enforcing Law even at a Royalty level (He can prosecute the Rulers, hell he can even serve as executioner on the spot :p), Hilfassarval is an ancient Draconic Order, only a select few (read 2-3) are chosen every 3 centuries (give or take a few decades), and First Sword means he has attained the highest level of Honor in the Order.
Council of Sil....:shrug: you got nothing on that one...at least for now
Finally with exception on the Council of Sil (because you know nothing) all the other information is secret... so up to you if you want to go ahead and break Draconic Oath and spill the beans to the others
Ok so everyone else, feel free to RP your reactions, and a little announcement, tomorrow is my eldest son's 6th birthday party, as such im going to be out pretty much the whole day, so while i may be able to get online every now and then I wont be able to update until late tomorrow night ok?
See ya guys tomorrow
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Call me old fashioned, but an evil ascension to power just isn't the same without someone chanting faux Latin in the background.
Oreo, Glazing people better than Dunkin' Donuts since 2009
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
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Vorel is stunned, the barest whistper escapes his lips. "By my ancestors..." He kneels before the one who strode into the light. "I am honored to be chosen for this task, brother."
"Oh please do get up" Estar says to the kneeling Dragonborn "I get enough of that with the council, the order and my duties, lets spare the groveling since in this case I'm just a messenger"
Turning towards the Deva he smiles "Ah yes that inquisitive nature of yours never changes Tiferiel, the items are of a 'divine' nature so to speak, they are artifacts crafted to serve as keys to the seal binding Tiamat in place for eternity, would have worked for eternity too if it hadn't been for that blasted Spellplague, it weakened the seal and now there's concern regarding Tiamat's binding, you will have to track down the key's and bring them to me so that the council can reinforce the Seal before it weakens enough for Her to break free" Estar says as he considers things then adds as an afterthought "It is possible she may be able to communicate with her followers soon so you should expect some competition"
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Call me old fashioned, but an evil ascension to power just isn't the same without someone chanting faux Latin in the background.
Oreo, Glazing people better than Dunkin' Donuts since 2009
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
"I see," The deva responds, a glint of curiousity in his eyes; "That is a worthy cause. I have crossed my will with the servants of Tiamat many times before, and this shall be no exception. Please continue."
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The Mists gather on the Vale of Sorrows, a ceremonial battleground 5 miles south of Kalavar the Capital city of the Kingdom of Aravandor, a single campfire lights the way, the fire bright enough to be seen in the distance, yet there appears to be no one there to tend it when you reach it.
A letter was delivered to each of you, requesting that you assembled on this very spot, no name was penned down as well as no clue towards how you where selected or the message delivered, that was a month ago.
Now each of you gather here, some meeting for the first time, others perhaps not, whatever the case you five cant help but feel something of great importance is to take place.
Thinking back Goldenrim can remember quite a few stories about the place, most of them regarding spirits who return each accursed night to relieve some battle or another, forever condemned to replay their last moments before death over and over.
The sun is setting and a few lone stars can be seen in the dulling sky, perhaps he will be able to confirm such tales in a few hours.
Around the campsite big logs are arrayed in a somewhat circular pattern, as if arranged for a meeting, but not a soul can be seen so no clue as to who set it all up.
Sitting by the warmth of the fire, he opens a tome and passes the time reading.
She had been wandering for months now, perhaps even years. She had lost track of the time that had passed, but she had counted full moon many times. The night was no stranger to her, and for a moment her eyes gazed into the sky, searching for the moon.
Well... this is it then... Ran through her head, and so she approached the campfire and the two men already present there. Dead silent she walked past the two, and sat down, not one the logs, but on the ground in a lotus position. As she preferred cold above warmth, a thing you get when you live on the steppes of a northern kingdom, she sat away from the fire, at the point where light turned into shadow.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
His amethyst eyes turn to the newcomers, piercing their very souls. He stands gracefully, his white garments flowing about him as he takes to his feet.
These mortals are so easy to read, he thinks to himself with meaning that is not entirely clear even to him; Like many I have encountered before. Perhaps some great enigma can still be illumined here.
Patchwork memories flood his mind, but he pushes them aside. I have no time for reminiscing.
"Through the ages I have been known as Tiferiel," The deva responds, his sharp eyes melting into deep pools of tranquility; "I am a servant of the Shining One, and I have studied hidden lore in many lands, bringing lost and obscure knowledge into the light."
Devas are a step in the right direction for D&D main races, which traditionally were quite bland (I'm still waiting for aasimar though). I wouldn't imagine they're too rare, being a main race and all.
Could've gone Eladrin, but of course that was less optimal.
Also, too bad about Jerk Sue.
I take my character inspirations from many different places...Vorel is draconic for beautiful, btw. And the sparkles actually have an effect; currently in Phase of the Stars per Cosmic Sorcerer
Jerk Sue? Now who would that be @_@
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
Jerk Sue? Hmmm... I was more thinking in the direction of the Magnificent ***** and the Femme Fatale
Hehe, just poking fun.
But if you did decide to make her a Jerk Sue, it would be hilarious.
"I'M A WRATHFUL ***** WITH PERMA-PMS... LOVE ME!!! GRR EXPLOSIONS AND STUFF!"
As for the races, Deva's are indeed uncommon but not unheard of so chances are you all can recognize little miss sub-zero
Shifter's are fairly common, as common as Half-Orc's really, so dont be so surprised that you are seeing one or two (or a full batallion:sneaky:) now and again
Also ASA Deva's are 4Es Aasimar, the race was removed and Deva's took their spot for the 'Celestial Inheritance' race... also interesting to note is that Rhakasha's (or however you spell it), are actually fallen Deva's... so dont be surprised if you meet one of this and starts calling you cousin or some other ****
Waiting on KoolKoal to show up before we can move the story along
That's just it though. Devas are no substitute for aasimar, which are cooler and have genitalia for sexings.
Jebus man, I thought raping with magic was enough!
Oh, and I can't wait until my first critical hit. :3
Vorel looks at his companions. The deva came off as pretty snooty right off the club, but the shifter and bugbear seemed companionable enough. With an absentminded nod to himself, he sits down with the staff across his lap. He closes his eyes and meditates, waiting for the sender to appear. I've got nothing else to do right now. I think I'll hang here for a day or two with these fellows before deciding to move on if nothing happense.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
Man, I do hope that Deva's have genitalia. Because then, if you every try hitting on Eclipse you might find the aforementioned removed...
Also, Eldros, if you ever call my character a male again, I'll have to kill you
Now where were we again... Oh yes!
Eclipse finished cleaning the blade and was feeling bored now, she could be doing better things... She straightened her clothes a bit, and to the really keen eye one might notice something royal about them, but most it had long worn off. She then brushed aside a lost strand of hair hanging in front of her nose with her clawed hand.
Feeling like she had taken care of her appearance well enough now, she was hauntingly beautiful by nature anyway, she looked around, trying to estimate the value each person present would have to her.
The bugbear looked tough and intelligent for his kind, but she it was not easy to discern what kind of person he truly was.
The dragonborn looked smart enough, though a bit too jovial to her liking.
And the deva, well, their kind wasn't well known to her, but he sounded like a very odd person to her... too much of a know-it-all.
She decided to just await whatever would come next. As for now, she didn't care about these people here.
I don't think you'd have to. It would break off in that icy cavern, which is colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra.
And anyway I would bother with that. Show me a hot guy and I'll find a magical way to impregnate him.
He snapped his jaws together, making a clicking noise, and makes his way down to the fire.
As the strange dragonborn closes in he smiles, the smile dazzling and seemingly otherworldly, even when coming from a mouth that could easily snap your neck clean off with a bite.
"To start things off let me make this clear right now, I am the one who sent the letter, but im not the one who chose you, who did is something i cant speak of right now for we lack the time and, quite frankly, i doubt you would belief me even if time was available to tell the entire tale.
I am known as Lord Magistrate Estar, First Sword of the Hilfassarval, Judge of Illusulvir and Protector of Varanel, you have been gathered by the will of the Council of Sil to embark on a task of great importance" he says as he moves towards one of the empty logs, he sits comfortably as he slowly appraises each of you "Now as for the task, the Council is in need of some willing adventurers to go and acquire a few items of importance, risk is guaranteed and death is a possibility, but the rewards will be as impressive as a dragons hoard" he says with a grin clearly on his face, as if there was some deep irony that he alone was privy to.
"Any questions so far?" he asks in a polite manner, as if the natural answer should be no but willing to put up with the possibility of it being yes.
Second when Estar drops the names you basically feel the need to and throw yourself to the ground, Varanel being the name for the Kingdom of Dragonkind (aka He is the Protector of Draconic Royalty), Judge of Illusulvir means he is capable of enforcing Law even at a Royalty level (He can prosecute the Rulers, hell he can even serve as executioner on the spot :p), Hilfassarval is an ancient Draconic Order, only a select few (read 2-3) are chosen every 3 centuries (give or take a few decades), and First Sword means he has attained the highest level of Honor in the Order.
Council of Sil....:shrug: you got nothing on that one...at least for now
Finally with exception on the Council of Sil (because you know nothing) all the other information is secret... so up to you if you want to go ahead and break Draconic Oath and spill the beans to the others
Ok so everyone else, feel free to RP your reactions, and a little announcement, tomorrow is my eldest son's 6th birthday party, as such im going to be out pretty much the whole day, so while i may be able to get online every now and then I wont be able to update until late tomorrow night ok?
See ya guys tomorrow
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Vorel is stunned, the barest whistper escapes his lips. "By my ancestors..." He kneels before the one who strode into the light. "I am honored to be chosen for this task, brother."
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
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RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
Turning towards the Deva he smiles "Ah yes that inquisitive nature of yours never changes Tiferiel, the items are of a 'divine' nature so to speak, they are artifacts crafted to serve as keys to the seal binding Tiamat in place for eternity, would have worked for eternity too if it hadn't been for that blasted Spellplague, it weakened the seal and now there's concern regarding Tiamat's binding, you will have to track down the key's and bring them to me so that the council can reinforce the Seal before it weakens enough for Her to break free" Estar says as he considers things then adds as an afterthought "It is possible she may be able to communicate with her followers soon so you should expect some competition"
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