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Linsaran	Sticks and Stones	Lead	[-]
Posts: 2406 (09/14/03 6:47 AM) Not quite dead yet. More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	Tags : None It was a long and perilous journey for the trio as they traveled from Mithril Hall to to Mirabar, one with it's own events and happenings, none of which are apparently very important, because if they were Tyrone would most certainly have spun them into a delightful melody, which would be slowly spreading it's way south back to waterdeep and lands beyond. Of course just because nothing important actually happened doesn't nessisarily mean that the great bard admits as much, and when the adventurers finally make their way to Mirabar, the one chance encounter with a traveling merchant, whom Tyrone bartered with for a splendid new rapier, had somehow become twisted into an epic tale of how the Great Tyrone Manahawkin, had single handidly rescued a pair of fair maidens from the clutches of an evil red dragon. Tyrone sighs remorsefully as he states that unfortunately this rapier was the only item he had been able to save from the entire treasure hoard as the dragon had melted the rest of it's treasure into a flowing river of molten gold and gems with it's searing breath in a, futile of course, attempt to kill the heroic bard as he pulled off his daring rescue. Back in reality three road weary travelers on foot arrive at the gates of Mirabar to find that camped slightly outside the city limits, Lok'regar Tyrone's retainer munches happily on some sort of barely cooked animal limb, it seems the messanger pony (only a pony cause no respectable dwarf would ride a full grown horse), was able to catch up with the orc, although from the fresh scar on Lok's arm, it's not certain whether they met under peaceful circumstances. ((Alright I'm assuming Pavel and Averli are not in this adventure, if you have a problem with this and you think you can post at least once a day see me))
Syonique	Re: Sticks and Stones	#1	[-]
Posts: 13063 (09/28/03 12:50 PM) DM More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	Syonique stretches out like a lazy cat. "Ah, civilization at last. Perhaps now I can finally get a decent -ah?!" She squints, looking past Lok'regar into the city. "By Lathander's Light! Pavel! What are you doing here?" She turns to her companions, "One moment, I'll be right back!" Then, like a thought, she zooms forward to question the monk.
Pavel Forinson	Re: Sticks and Stones	#2	[-]
Posts: 1078 (09/28/03 1:28 PM) More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	Pavel walked out of the gates of Mirabar and was about to begin his journey back down The Long Road to Waterdeep. He had just finished delivering a message to the temple of Lathander. But just before he started to jog off down the road, he heard his name being called. He knew very few people here in Mirabar and it was not the priest's voice he had just met. But it was familiar. He turned to see Sy running towards him. "Syonique! I had wondered if I'd see you again. I looked for you, but couldn't find you or Ty or Averli. Where did you all go in such a hurry?"
Syonique	Re: Sticks and Stones	#3	[-]
Posts: 13063 (09/28/03 1:34 PM) DM More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	"Well, Tyrone's over there... just ask him about our journey and you'll hear an earful!" she says with a laugh. "I don't know where Averli is; we thought she was with you, back in Waterdeep. Oh, and that rather odd woman over there is Aralynn; I'm not quite sure what to make of her. Come on, I'm sure Ty would love to introduce you." She floats back towards the rest of the group.
Elewyn Shaal	Re: Sticks and Stones	#4	[-]
Posts: 2388 (09/28/03 3:17 PM) Player More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	Aralynn looks about the walls of Mirabar apprehensively, but has her attention draw away from the many buildings by the mere mention of her name. She peers down toward the mind-maiden talking to a bald-headed man and through their warm greetings, somehow surmises that the two had adventurered together before the Aasimar joined the group. As soft spoken as usual, Aralynn falls a few steps further back from Ty before diverting her attention back to the city looming before the party.
Pavel Forinson	Re: Sticks and Stones	#5	[-]
Posts: 1078 (09/28/03 3:26 PM) More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	Pavel jogged off behind Sy. His mind spun with questions, but he was genuinly happy. Since defeating the orc chieftan, Pavel had been in a slump. He had no direction to his life. Not on a personal level at least. Lathander always had some plans for Pavel it seems and he was never bored. With his newly found fame, he had been helping to found a Sun Soul Monistary in Waterdeep. While the life as a monk is simple, the cost of starting a monistary is huge. He had been asking every Lathander temple and monistary in the region for donations. That is why he was here. But the presence of Sy and even Tyrone had cheered him up. "Well met, Master Manahawkin. Waterdeep is still a buz with YOUR accomplishments. Who are your friends?" Pavel eyes the orc disdainfully, but maybe it is the work of one of those amulets.
Fig Faun	Re: Sticks and Stones	#6	[-]
Posts: 6087 (09/28/03 5:06 PM) DM More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	"Is it? Well, can you blame them? It's not easy to forget the great Manahawkins, especially one as cavalier and dashing as I. Why, just two summers ago, I had to single-handedly fend off a horde of devout Sunites, who wished to birth a babe by my ilk. "But that, I'm afraid, is a tale for another day. Pavel, old chum, allow me the pleasure of introducing you to fair Aralynn, apparently a slayer of no small regard. Why, she bested an ooze on her own in the Underdark!" A twinkle besets his eye, as he unceremoniously plans to launch into the tale of their plight in the caves below Faerûn, rather than let Aralynn have her ingress. One stern look from Syonique culls his excitement... for the time being. "And you, of course, remember Lok'regar," he continues to Pavel, before turning to the fine-eyed aasimar. "You've only heard tale of him, so here he is in the flesh." Taking off his pack, he stretches. "Oh, how this thing weighs me down. Lokie, hold this for me won't you. Gods, man!" he exclaims smelling the aroma coming off his meal as he approaches, "what are you eating?" Grumbling, the orc barbarian lets the bag fall to the ground without bothering to catch it. He ravenously tears another hunk of meat from the bone he's holding and answers while smacking through it, "Didn't need pony now that at city." Tyrone's face visibly blanches, and he turns to the rest of the group with his hands splayed outward, "O-kay, then. What's the agenda?"
Elewyn Shaal	Re: Sticks and Stones	#7	[-]
Posts: 2388 (09/28/03 5:18 PM) Player More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	Aralynn takes a step forward and gently raises a finger to draw attention her way. She nods a little sheepishly at whatever glances she gets before piping up, "I-I think that we should find someone who may know of your... um... demon elf Azeroth... a city offical or even a tavern-keeper who has heard tales of him. I d-don't think that something like that has gone unnoticed and word must travel. Other than that, I-I have little knowledge of this place... I have never been here before." With that said, she falls silent again, still keeping towards the rear of the group.
Pavel Forinson	Re: Sticks and Stones	#8	[-]
Posts: 1078 (09/28/03 5:41 PM) More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	"Aseroth?!" Pavel exclaims, practically spitting the name out like the bile his name produces in his throat. "That foul demon-spawn is still alive?" He hadn't heard anything of the man since he disappeared from the orc camp. Had Sy and Tyrone been tracking him all this time?
Fig Faun	Re: Sticks and Stones	#9	[-]
Posts: 6087 (09/28/03 5:55 PM) DM More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	"Yes, Aseroth, our fine bat-winged friend," Tyrone answers. "While he fled us in the orc encampment, it seems he kept himself busy. And I suspect with powers higher than he is, unless he was always able to trap a silver dragon, and simply toyed with us instead of slaying us outright." "Apparently, the fey'ri has fled to the west, which is why we are here." It's obvious Tyrone's making a concentrated effort to be concise, and relishes it not at all. "Though, finding him may be harder than you think, dear Aralynn. You see, the fey'ri have the annoying ability to take any humanoid form, indefinitely." He looks to Lok'regar, watching for an expression. He wasn't sure how testy the orc was still to their initial deception in their first meeting with the scout. The orc, however, remains impassively disinterested in the conversation, and more than content to simply tear apart his former conveyance.
Syonique	Re: Sticks and Stones	#10	[-]
Posts: 13063 (09/28/03 6:23 PM) DM More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	Syonique frowns in thought. "If we get close to him, I should be able to pick up his identity, regardless of any visual disguise. The problem is, however, getting that close without alerting him. Pavel, you've been in the city for a bit, yes? Have you heard of any news of him, or of trouble brewing in the city? One is likely to lead to the other."
Linsaran	Re: Sticks and Stones	#11	[-]
Posts: 2406 (09/28/03 10:37 PM) Not quite dead yet. More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	Pavel shakes his head "I have been in the city for a bit yes, but I'm not exactly in the gossip loop. There's been some talk about one of the mines going under, I think it was the Sulivan . . . Sultic . . . Sulin . . . Sul-something mine." Pavel shakes his head again "but nothing that makes me think Aseroth is in the town."
Syonique	Re: Sticks and Stones	#12	[-]
Posts: 13063 (09/28/03 10:48 PM) DM More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	"Sulivac, perhaps?" Syonique asks, her precise memory instantly recalling the dwarf she once fashioned a makeshift shovel for. "I once travelled a bit with a dwarf named Barendor Sulivac; he had a rather oversized hammer, as I recall."
Linsaran	Re: Sticks and Stones	#13	[-]
Posts: 2406 (09/28/03 10:56 PM) Not quite dead yet. More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	"Yes, Sulivac that might very well be it, I remember the dwarf you're talking about now, he was with you when we first met, I didn't know his name was Sulivac though." Pavel scratches his head "Something happened to the mine and they shut it down if I remember right, I don't know the whole situation, but they stopped mining there about a month ago. Most folk seem to be content to leave it at that, and it didn't seem important to me so I didn't inquire further."
Syonique	Re: Sticks and Stones	#14	[-]
Posts: 13063 (09/28/03 11:00 PM) DM More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	"Hmmm. I suppose it's unrelated, but it might be worth checking out... especially if those mines might be connected to those dwarven mines we saw back there. What do you guys think?" Syonique asks, turning to Tyrone and Aralynn.
Fig Faun	Re: Sticks and Stones	#15	[-]
Posts: 6087 (09/29/03 8:36 AM) DM More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	"I say there's nothing for washing out the dust of the road, than by digging into a mine. At the very least, it'll be a welcome change from spelunking in the Underdark." If the facetiousness in his tone weren't enough to mark his sarcasm, the ever-twinkling wink was sure to convey it. "It's a starting point, at least; and better by far than carousing in a tavern, gaining fans with my splended tales, and gleaning information off the enamoured locals." For any who knew Tyrone even moderately, this was a sure enough fib. Nothing pleased the egocentric bard more than drinking to his own fame. Lok'regar seems not to take the jovial mood in stride. "You take suggestion from woman seriousness?!" From the enunciation, it's obvious which part of the sentence he's most incredulous with. "Bah! What woman know? Give her pack to carry like mule. Little better woman." Standing, grisly fat still running down his jowls, he kicks Tyrone's pack. Still smiling, Tyrone unsheathes his new rapier and sings a single arcane note, holding the tone clear and flawlessly. Long after he stops and closes his mouth, the note continues to pervade the air, now emanating from the sword itself. "I've not had a chance to test this, Lokie," he says, his tone in the not least bit conveying the threat his hand now wields. "Shall we see if we can rattle your wax-filled ears a bit? "You've promised to serve me for a year. If you no longer wish to uphold your pledge, you're free at any time to return to your horde, though I'm sure they'll look disfavorably upon you for it. I'm not sure exactly what that means in orc-terms, but as I understand it, cowardice is not a sought after trait in your kind. Nor is it rewarded in Gruumsh's one good eye, I'm sure." The orc grumbles under his breath, but otherwise follows Tyrone's order, not leaving, rather hefting the bard's pack. And while he says nothing in retort, the glower he turns on Syonique is far less than friendly. "Pianissimo," Tyrone incants, and the humming of his sword stops as he sheathes it. "Shall we then?" he says, holding his arm out in a chivalrous motion to indicate they should head on towards the city gate. If any cared to look behind them, they'd find Lok'regar extinguishing his fire with a barbaric show of micturation.
Elewyn Shaal	Re: Sticks and Stones	#16	[-]
Posts: 2388 (09/29/03 9:39 AM) Player More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	Aralynn sighs at the prospect of having to return underground soon. Although the walk from the High Forest to Mirabar is a lengthy one, she has not had the time to tire of the wind on her face and of the smell of an open road before her. Duty calls, however, and it was her that eagerly pushed onward to help the poor dragon. "Perhaps too eagerly.." she thinks to herself before brushing that thought away as nonsense. A simple nod of conscent is the only reply that she gives to the others. Being short of words as usual, Aralynn sticks to keeping a weary eye on her surroundings and keeping her tongue to herself. The large city of Mirabar stands before her and a creature of evident power rests somewhere nearby... a creature that will not appreciate five companions poking into his business.
Syonique	Re: Sticks and Stones	#17	[-]
Posts: 13063 (09/29/03 10:14 AM) DM More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	"Brute force and ignorance, emphasis on everything but the force," Syonique retorts, glaring back at Lok. "Come on," she says, taking Tyrone's arm and making a point of actually walking at normal speed, if not quite touching the ground. "Let's go see if we can get some rooms - separate rooms - at a tavern."
Fig Faun	Re: Sticks and Stones	#18	[-]
Posts: 6087 (09/29/03 11:55 AM) DM More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	Lok'regar storms up to Syonique, towering above her, even floating an inch off the ground. As of yet, his greataxe still hangs menacingly in its case, stained with blood never washed off. "Woman should watch tongue, or it end up in stew! Not enough of you to make good meal, but you make a tasty snack in night-time." He laughs heartily at his own joke, though it must have been orc humor, because even Tyrone found nothing funny in it. Tyrone, already linked inside Syonique's arm, his jaw open in the expectation of giving some witty reparté to her call of the rooming situation, glowered at Lok'regar but said nothing. Much as chivalry called for him to scold Lok'regar, he knew if he did so, the orc would never give his grudge with the mind-warrior a rest. Against all his better breeding, Tyrone held his tongue, and stepped back from Syonique, letting her handle the quite-rightly named brute. However, his hands hovered above his enchanted rapier and dagger, ready to step in at a moment's notice, should the need arise.
Syonique	Re: Sticks and Stones	#19	[-]
Posts: 13063 (09/29/03 12:33 PM) DM More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	"You know, Lok, I met a drow that once said something similar to me... the last time our paths crossed, he was left little more than a mindless vegetable. Perhaps something to consider, next time you're feeling hungry," Syonique says with a sly grin. So long as he makes no overtly hostile move, however, she does not form a mindblade or otherwise prepare for combat; after all, her most potent attack was but a thought away.
Fig Faun	Re: Sticks and Stones	#20	[-]
Posts: 6087 (09/29/03 12:47 PM) DM More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite	Lok'regar grinned a horrible smile, full of malice, as well as bits of pony. But he didn't attack, and he didn't advance further. His first thoughts, though thinking was not something he did often, was that the woman was surely bluffing. No female could ever best a drow; even he had heard tales of the war-crazed, fierce and deadly drow. Had he known more, he might have found it ironic, since the drow society was matriarchal in nature. "A woman!" he laughed, "beat a drow!?" But then he remembered Durgan, and the battle they'd all fought against the dire-inspired chieftan. It had been this woman who had been the primary combatant, though from what he had heard (from the bard, himself, of course), she'd never have been able to pull of the feats of strength without Tyrone's abilities. Nevertheless, he backed off, no longer disbelieving in the subtle threat concerning the drow. Syonique had earned a modicum of his respect, although bregrudgingly. "Perhaps," he acquiesced, "You're not a bad fighter... for a woman, at least. But don't call me 'Lok!' I'll have none of that from you, at least." Feeling sufficiently redeemed by the late add on to the compliment, and feeling he'd regained some measure of his pride by the meaningless rebuke over his name, the orc backed off, ready to follow Tyrone into the city. Tyrone, for his part, smiled appreciatively at the woman who so often inspired him and set his blood afire. Linking his arm through hers once more, he whistled a merry tune, skipping towards the gates, and attempting to get her to skip along with him.