"I have to agree with the opinion that splitting up into three smaller groups would be best. Illa and myself are perfectly suited to finding the Dragon that we have been requested to find. However we aren't quite as gifted in searching for artifacts or saints bones, so maybe it would be better if someone else performed those tasks. I would however be willing to work with a small number of other members of this group in order to make the job go faster." Kin'eere said. The entire time he was speaking, Illa was nodding in agreement with his words, right up until he said he was willing to work with a few others at which she grimaced and shot a nasty glare at the Silver Half-Dragon.
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Yukora is still in, and in the interest of his character being properly introduced, we're just going to pretend Torr was never present. He hasn't been seen by the group or mentioned at all.
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"Sir Robert could potentially be useful for the purpose of attempting to diplomatically get the saint's remains. Malaketh and you Qorwon would probably make an ideal team for finding the Artifact. Though I am not quite sure where to place Verra as I am unsure what skill sets being a fist of Io entails really.
Oh and it wasn't very clear clear, is Aldrick accompanying us on this mission or is he just here to place bets?" Illa says appraisingly looking around at the group.
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Aldrick grins. "I'm going," he says simply. "Haven't fought a dragon in years."
Sandro looks around, and his tone of voice is somewhat pleased. "Excellent, it's good to see you are capable of quickly creating plans. That will be useful. So, it seems that Malaketh and Qorwon will be finding the artifact. Please use caution when you find one. They are unpredictable and dangerous if used wrongly."
Reiuen speaks. "I'll help Fideas and Sir Robert find the Saint's Bones, if it's all the same to everyone else."
Verra also throws in her two cents. "I will not help slay a brother dragon. I will help Qorwon and Malaketh find the artifact."
The dwarf finally speaks. "I'm no good talking or booking. I'm good at fighting. I'll kill us a dragon with the real warriors."
Alyria simply nods her approval at the plan.
Sir Robert nods, and removes his helmet for the first time. Shockingly, he's young. Very young. He can't have more than twenty-two years to his name. "I know just the place to find a saint's bones," he says in a surprisingly soft voice.
The pale man looks at Sandro, then at Alyria and Grizzlybane. "Sandro. Go with them to face the dragon. There is something you will find there that will help us. Go south, where the mountains and the plains meet. A dragon is there... and something else, more useful than dragon's blood."
Sandro looks as though he might argue, but he takes a look at the pale man and simply nods. "Fine. I suppose I haven't killed nearly enough dragons these last few centuries anyway. It would appear I'm coming with you, then..."
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"Oohh, don't you remember, he said we can't simply use his Library, we must prove ourselves capable of discovering this knowledge on our own. I think that probably extends to him telling us where an artifact would be as well. Then again, the Old Man did just tell us where a Dragon happens to be located, so who knows." Illa says in a smart-alecky sort of way sort of way.
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There is a magic college in the independant city of Gullivan that supposedly has the most extensive collection of magical texts in the world. If anyone could help the group find an artifact, it would be them.
A few northern lords have recently begun sending expeditions into the mountains to find "The Heart of the North". Most people simply think they're looking for the center of the northern mountains where an ancient civilization once ruled, but among many mages a rumor has started that says the Heart of the North is actually some kind of ancient weapon.
Several churches are rumored to possess ancient items that their deities once owned. Most prominent among them are the major churches of St. Cuthbert and Pelor, and the hidden churches of Nerull and Vecna. Nobody seems to know where the items are hidden, and rumor says they are moved constantly from one sanctuary to another to keep them safe.
Illa: Only knows about the magic college.
"Gullivan?" suggests Verra. "I've been there before. Their library is the largest I've ever seen. They have plenty of books about history and magic. We're sure to find something useful."
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OOC: Sorry about not posting yesterday. I'll update this later today. Please check back in, because I'll edit this post with a proper post. Don't have time at the moment.
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OOC: Apparently getting drunk isn't conducive to posting. Who could have predicted that?
Sandro nods. "Well, we appear to have it settled. Let's go."
Three Robed Men approach the three seperate groups. With a simple arcane word, the Spire dissolves into new terrain.
Grizzlybane, Illa, Kin'eere, Sandro, Aldrick, and Alyria stand on a vast plain. The thigh-high, golden stalks of grass ripple and wave in the wind for miles in all directions. To the south, several miles away, jagged mountains stand tall and forbiddingly. Storm clouds gather around the peaks of the mountains, and bolts of lighting flash every few seconds. The distand rumble of thunder announces a powerful autumn storm as it sweeps north.
Grizzlybane and Aldrick immediately draw their weapons as they look around. Alyria draws an arrow in her bow, and her wolf crouches and sniffs the air. When they see that nothing is within sight or earshot of the group, they relax slightly. Sandro simply begins walking south. "We will be noticed before long. If it's the tribe of the plains, I am the leader of this group. Only the leader of the group is allowed to speak. If any of the rest of you speak, it could be percieved as a threat or a challenge."
Both Aldrick and Grizzlybane "Hmph," as Sandro speaks.
Qorwon, Malaketh, and Verra arrive at the stone walls of a large city. The city is nestled in a small valley in the mountains. The sky is blue and the air calm, though a faint buzzing can be heard in the direction of the city. Green grass grows right up to the walls of the city, except for a road that splits in four directions several hundred yards outside the gates. At the gates, armored guards eye the small group that just arrived.
Malaketh snorts. "More humans. Hmph. I dislike being around their kind."
Verra ignores him and starts the short walk toward the walls of Gullivan.
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"It may be prudent, assuming you are to be our representative, to disguise your appearance as a Lich, Sandro. Many people in the world are not too friendly when it comes to the undead." Kin'eere states.
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Sandro shrugs. "The tribe doesn't care. They don't like nor dislike the undead. Unless you turn one of their ancestors into one of us. They don't like that. They're ancestor worshippers, you see. Desecrating the body of one of their dead is one of the worst crimes you can commit."
"Someone's coming," Aldrick says, pointing his sword to the south. In the distance, a faint figure can be seen riding a horse toward the party. "Better hope it's not one of the mountain kingdoms. I'm wanted in most of them."
The guards at the gates of Gullivan don't seem to appreciate Malaketh. "What are you doing with that?" The first guard asks Qorwon. They appear to mostly ignore Verra. "We don't need no cow-man running around smashing things in our town," the second guard says harshly.
Malaketh's eyes begin to glow pale blue and he makes a fist. Faint flames of the same color dance around his hand. "Watch your tone, human. I've killed better men than you for their insults."
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"OOH why are you wanted? That must be an interesting story, do tell!" Illa says with a look of mischievous interest on her face.
Meanwhile Kin'eere was watching the horizon with a worried look on his face, he says to Illa, "what is it you see on the horizon?" to which Illa pulls herself away from taunting Aldrick and looks across the open plain trying to discern the figure that was approaching them.
Sorry for the delay guys. Serious family BS is taking up my time. I'll try to be more active.
Aldrick remains silent, but a small smile touches his face when Illa asks her question. Illa's dragon eyes are keen enough to discern the rider somewhat. It's a male, appears to be human, shirtless with extremely messy hair and a long axe. Something appears to be in his hair, some kind of decoration or jewelry, but he's too far to discern what it could be.
"Is it the tribe," Sandro asks Illa when he notices her looking. "Do you see bones in his hair? Or a lack of proper armor? The tribe is rich with tradition and bravery. Some might call it foolishness, but not to their faces if you want to live."
The guard seems to turn several diffferent shades of red within seconds, and he places his hand on his sword. "Did you just threaten me, beast," he says with outrage.
"BEAST?!" the minotaur roars. His whole body erupts in bluish-white flame, and he looks ready to explode.
In the space of a heartbeat, Verra appears behind the guards. With two quick motions, she strikes each guard in the back of the head with the flat of her palm. Their legs fail, and they both hit the ground hard. "They'll live," Verra says serenely."But the guard will be here soon. Try to find the captain and explain what happened. I've met him before and he's a reasonable man. I'll calm down Malaketh."
Malaketh appears to have entered a blind fury, and is apparently trying to murder the unconscious guards with his bare hands. Each time he tries to crush them, Verra steps in and deflects the blow. "Please hurry," she says calmly as she is shoved several feet backward as Malaketh tries to bull-rush her out of the way. "He's rather strong."
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"Well he doesn't appear to be wearing any armor, at least on his torso at any rate. And there does appear to be something in his hair. However he is too far away for me to make it out." Illa states with some concern.
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"He is of the bloodbraid tribe," Sandro says. "They are powerful and warlike. They have a proud warrior tradition. Do not insult them or we will all die. They appreciate strength, so do not show fear or weakness.
The horseback rider gets closer, and shouts out "Don't run or I'll ride you down and stick this axe up your arses!"
Aldrick gives the rider a murderous look, and glances at Sandro. "Are you sure I can't kill him? Who'll know?"
"I never went to the guard barracks," Verra says as she strikes one of Malaketh's horns to draw his attention. "Somewhere on the south of the city, I think."
Passerbys are starting to watch the spectacle of a half-dragon fighting a minotaur over the crumpled bodies of the guards. Some are shouting for guards and several guards have arrived. They appear too apprehensive to approach the fight, though.
A peasant points Qorwon to the south when asked about the guard barracks. "Near the college of magic and the castle, sitting flush with the wall." As far as Qorwon can tell, he's being honest.
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Illa looks at Kin'eere for guidance, but he simply shrugs figuring it best to defer to Sandro in this instance since it appears he has prior experience with this tribe of people.
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The rider approaches, leaping deftly from his horse as he does. He holds his poleaxe extended and pointed toward Aldrick, who's sword is similarly extended toward the scout.
"He is your champion," the scout asks of Aldrick.
"I am," Sandro says, stepping between the two warriors. "I have matters to discuss with your champion. Until I speak with him, I will say no more."
"Torr is busy slaughtering men by the hundred," the scout says smugly. "You will deal with me."
"Torr," Sandro says quietly, to himself. "Of course. I will speak with Torr only. Not you. Come," he gestures to the group.
The scout smiles. "You know of our traditions. That is good. Torr sits at our camp, master of the war."
The scout mounts up, and gallops off in the direction Sandro is headed.
"Torr of the Bloodbraid is perhaps the single most dangerous man alive," Sandro says to the group once the scout is out of earshot. "He has killed hundreds, maybe thousands, in combat. I tried to recruit him to our cause, but he declined in favor of waging war against the southern kingdoms. That must be why I was sent here with you. A second chance to gain the services of the finest killer in the world."
Aldrick again "Hmphs". This time, however, Sandro does not ignore it. He rounds on Aldrick, and hisses "Do not test Torr. He is not one for insults, and would kill you in moments if you give him an excuse. None of us are his match in single combat. As a group, perhaps, but not all of us would survive the fight. And the rest of his tribe would surround us and tear us apart on his order."
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"So what happens if we find this tribe and they aren't in a helpful mood," Aldrick asks as the group follows Sandro across the plains. "Do we just die? I don't like that option."
"We run," Sandro says in a pleasant voice. "And we hope that some of us make it out alive."
The cool autumn breeze picks up slightly as they follow the distant scout. As they near the mountains, they see huts of some kind set up in a settlement on the plains just before the peaks. Smoke drifts through the camp and humans move about. The group is still too far to see details, but it's obviously some kind of nomadic culture these tribesmen have.
"We're almost there," Sandro says, pointing out the obvious. "If anyone has anything to say, a retreat plan or a suggestion for diplomacy, I suggest you say it now. Once we're in the camp, nobody must speak to the tribesmen but me."
Qorwon sees a squat, plain building to the south of the castle and resting up against the castle wall. It's made of stone and steel, and looks as though it could survive a giant smashing into it at full speed.
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"Does this tribe employ flying mounts? If not then Kenny and I will make it out easily enough." Illa says making one of her silly faces
"Illa, I hate it when you call me that." Kin'eere says with a grimace.
EDIT OOC: I think I am going to have to run with that now....
EDIT OOC2: My Grandmother is in severe condition and may be dying within the next few days. As such I may be forced to go to a funeral for her in another state. As such I may be inconvenienced and unable to get to the computer during said time period. If this happens I will attempt to try to post that I am leaving here so that you know that I have indeed left and will be unable to post.
[OOC]I am sad to say that I will be out of town from July 5th to July 7th, 2011 in order to attend a Funeral for my Grandmother. As such I will likely be unable to post during that time. In the mean time I will attempt to keep up to date with the thread and post when I am able to. I will also attempt to catch up when I return from my trip as best as possible. Sorry for any inconvenience that this causes.
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OOC: Whoops.
@Dalkon: Forgot to let you know that I need to PM Yukora to see if he's still interested. Until then, we're kind of at a standstill. Torr was originally Yukora's character and this is how I was planning to introduce him.
@sceluk: Since Dalkon will be out of town this week, I'll just be moving on your portion of the story.
The guard "hmphs" at Qorwon. "Why should I believe you," he asks belligerantly. "Do you know how many bogus calls for help we get a week?"
Another guard sees Qorwon. "This guy giving you trouble, Vis," he calls out to the first guard.
"Yeah," the guard, Vis apparently, says to the second. "Claims some of our guys are getting stabbed somewhere or something like that. Nobody'd be stupid enough to try to kill one of us, so I think I'll just toss him in the cells for a while and let him learn a lesson about wasting our important time."
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Oh and it wasn't very clear clear, is Aldrick accompanying us on this mission or is he just here to place bets?" Illa says appraisingly looking around at the group.
Sandro looks around, and his tone of voice is somewhat pleased. "Excellent, it's good to see you are capable of quickly creating plans. That will be useful. So, it seems that Malaketh and Qorwon will be finding the artifact. Please use caution when you find one. They are unpredictable and dangerous if used wrongly."
Reiuen speaks. "I'll help Fideas and Sir Robert find the Saint's Bones, if it's all the same to everyone else."
Verra also throws in her two cents. "I will not help slay a brother dragon. I will help Qorwon and Malaketh find the artifact."
The dwarf finally speaks. "I'm no good talking or booking. I'm good at fighting. I'll kill us a dragon with the real warriors."
Alyria simply nods her approval at the plan.
Sir Robert nods, and removes his helmet for the first time. Shockingly, he's young. Very young. He can't have more than twenty-two years to his name. "I know just the place to find a saint's bones," he says in a surprisingly soft voice.
The pale man looks at Sandro, then at Alyria and Grizzlybane. "Sandro. Go with them to face the dragon. There is something you will find there that will help us. Go south, where the mountains and the plains meet. A dragon is there... and something else, more useful than dragon's blood."
Sandro looks as though he might argue, but he takes a look at the pale man and simply nods. "Fine. I suppose I haven't killed nearly enough dragons these last few centuries anyway. It would appear I'm coming with you, then..."
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Qorwon:
There is a magic college in the independant city of Gullivan that supposedly has the most extensive collection of magical texts in the world. If anyone could help the group find an artifact, it would be them.
A few northern lords have recently begun sending expeditions into the mountains to find "The Heart of the North". Most people simply think they're looking for the center of the northern mountains where an ancient civilization once ruled, but among many mages a rumor has started that says the Heart of the North is actually some kind of ancient weapon.
Several churches are rumored to possess ancient items that their deities once owned. Most prominent among them are the major churches of St. Cuthbert and Pelor, and the hidden churches of Nerull and Vecna. Nobody seems to know where the items are hidden, and rumor says they are moved constantly from one sanctuary to another to keep them safe.
Illa: Only knows about the magic college.
"Gullivan?" suggests Verra. "I've been there before. Their library is the largest I've ever seen. They have plenty of books about history and magic. We're sure to find something useful."
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Sandro nods. "Well, we appear to have it settled. Let's go."
Three Robed Men approach the three seperate groups. With a simple arcane word, the Spire dissolves into new terrain.
Grizzlybane, Illa, Kin'eere, Sandro, Aldrick, and Alyria stand on a vast plain. The thigh-high, golden stalks of grass ripple and wave in the wind for miles in all directions. To the south, several miles away, jagged mountains stand tall and forbiddingly. Storm clouds gather around the peaks of the mountains, and bolts of lighting flash every few seconds. The distand rumble of thunder announces a powerful autumn storm as it sweeps north.
Grizzlybane and Aldrick immediately draw their weapons as they look around. Alyria draws an arrow in her bow, and her wolf crouches and sniffs the air. When they see that nothing is within sight or earshot of the group, they relax slightly. Sandro simply begins walking south. "We will be noticed before long. If it's the tribe of the plains, I am the leader of this group. Only the leader of the group is allowed to speak. If any of the rest of you speak, it could be percieved as a threat or a challenge."
Both Aldrick and Grizzlybane "Hmph," as Sandro speaks.
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Qorwon, Malaketh, and Verra arrive at the stone walls of a large city. The city is nestled in a small valley in the mountains. The sky is blue and the air calm, though a faint buzzing can be heard in the direction of the city. Green grass grows right up to the walls of the city, except for a road that splits in four directions several hundred yards outside the gates. At the gates, armored guards eye the small group that just arrived.
Malaketh snorts. "More humans. Hmph. I dislike being around their kind."
Verra ignores him and starts the short walk toward the walls of Gullivan.
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"Someone's coming," Aldrick says, pointing his sword to the south. In the distance, a faint figure can be seen riding a horse toward the party. "Better hope it's not one of the mountain kingdoms. I'm wanted in most of them."
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The guards at the gates of Gullivan don't seem to appreciate Malaketh. "What are you doing with that?" The first guard asks Qorwon. They appear to mostly ignore Verra. "We don't need no cow-man running around smashing things in our town," the second guard says harshly.
Malaketh's eyes begin to glow pale blue and he makes a fist. Faint flames of the same color dance around his hand. "Watch your tone, human. I've killed better men than you for their insults."
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Meanwhile Kin'eere was watching the horizon with a worried look on his face, he says to Illa, "what is it you see on the horizon?" to which Illa pulls herself away from taunting Aldrick and looks across the open plain trying to discern the figure that was approaching them.
"Is it the tribe," Sandro asks Illa when he notices her looking. "Do you see bones in his hair? Or a lack of proper armor? The tribe is rich with tradition and bravery. Some might call it foolishness, but not to their faces if you want to live."
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The guard seems to turn several diffferent shades of red within seconds, and he places his hand on his sword. "Did you just threaten me, beast," he says with outrage.
"BEAST?!" the minotaur roars. His whole body erupts in bluish-white flame, and he looks ready to explode.
In the space of a heartbeat, Verra appears behind the guards. With two quick motions, she strikes each guard in the back of the head with the flat of her palm. Their legs fail, and they both hit the ground hard. "They'll live," Verra says serenely."But the guard will be here soon. Try to find the captain and explain what happened. I've met him before and he's a reasonable man. I'll calm down Malaketh."
Malaketh appears to have entered a blind fury, and is apparently trying to murder the unconscious guards with his bare hands. Each time he tries to crush them, Verra steps in and deflects the blow. "Please hurry," she says calmly as she is shoved several feet backward as Malaketh tries to bull-rush her out of the way. "He's rather strong."
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The horseback rider gets closer, and shouts out "Don't run or I'll ride you down and stick this axe up your arses!"
Aldrick gives the rider a murderous look, and glances at Sandro. "Are you sure I can't kill him? Who'll know?"
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"I never went to the guard barracks," Verra says as she strikes one of Malaketh's horns to draw his attention. "Somewhere on the south of the city, I think."
Passerbys are starting to watch the spectacle of a half-dragon fighting a minotaur over the crumpled bodies of the guards. Some are shouting for guards and several guards have arrived. They appear too apprehensive to approach the fight, though.
A peasant points Qorwon to the south when asked about the guard barracks. "Near the college of magic and the castle, sitting flush with the wall." As far as Qorwon can tell, he's being honest.
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"He is your champion," the scout asks of Aldrick.
"I am," Sandro says, stepping between the two warriors. "I have matters to discuss with your champion. Until I speak with him, I will say no more."
"Torr is busy slaughtering men by the hundred," the scout says smugly. "You will deal with me."
"Torr," Sandro says quietly, to himself. "Of course. I will speak with Torr only. Not you. Come," he gestures to the group.
The scout smiles. "You know of our traditions. That is good. Torr sits at our camp, master of the war."
The scout mounts up, and gallops off in the direction Sandro is headed.
"Torr of the Bloodbraid is perhaps the single most dangerous man alive," Sandro says to the group once the scout is out of earshot. "He has killed hundreds, maybe thousands, in combat. I tried to recruit him to our cause, but he declined in favor of waging war against the southern kingdoms. That must be why I was sent here with you. A second chance to gain the services of the finest killer in the world."
Aldrick again "Hmphs". This time, however, Sandro does not ignore it. He rounds on Aldrick, and hisses "Do not test Torr. He is not one for insults, and would kill you in moments if you give him an excuse. None of us are his match in single combat. As a group, perhaps, but not all of us would survive the fight. And the rest of his tribe would surround us and tear us apart on his order."
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Qorwon is nearly blinded by the glare of the sun. He can't see much, but fortunately the castle is huge and prominent in the distance.
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"We run," Sandro says in a pleasant voice. "And we hope that some of us make it out alive."
The cool autumn breeze picks up slightly as they follow the distant scout. As they near the mountains, they see huts of some kind set up in a settlement on the plains just before the peaks. Smoke drifts through the camp and humans move about. The group is still too far to see details, but it's obviously some kind of nomadic culture these tribesmen have.
"We're almost there," Sandro says, pointing out the obvious. "If anyone has anything to say, a retreat plan or a suggestion for diplomacy, I suggest you say it now. Once we're in the camp, nobody must speak to the tribesmen but me."
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Qorwon sees a squat, plain building to the south of the castle and resting up against the castle wall. It's made of stone and steel, and looks as though it could survive a giant smashing into it at full speed.
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"Illa, I hate it when you call me that." Kin'eere says with a grimace.
EDIT OOC: I think I am going to have to run with that now....
EDIT OOC2: My Grandmother is in severe condition and may be dying within the next few days. As such I may be forced to go to a funeral for her in another state. As such I may be inconvenienced and unable to get to the computer during said time period. If this happens I will attempt to try to post that I am leaving here so that you know that I have indeed left and will be unable to post.
@Dalkon: Forgot to let you know that I need to PM Yukora to see if he's still interested. Until then, we're kind of at a standstill. Torr was originally Yukora's character and this is how I was planning to introduce him.
@sceluk: Since Dalkon will be out of town this week, I'll just be moving on your portion of the story.
The guard "hmphs" at Qorwon. "Why should I believe you," he asks belligerantly. "Do you know how many bogus calls for help we get a week?"
Another guard sees Qorwon. "This guy giving you trouble, Vis," he calls out to the first guard.
"Yeah," the guard, Vis apparently, says to the second. "Claims some of our guys are getting stabbed somewhere or something like that. Nobody'd be stupid enough to try to kill one of us, so I think I'll just toss him in the cells for a while and let him learn a lesson about wasting our important time."
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