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Gers
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 Posted: Sun, May 17 2009, 2:00 AM |
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Joined: 30 Apr 2005
Location: Kentucky, USA
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Reports begind to spread around the isle of a massacre at the Cliff Village, in Actand. The corpses of the town militia can be seen littering the street, and it's obvious they were all killed by very sharp weapons wielded with considerable skill. The place has also been looted, the town's small treasury gone, as well as valuables missing from most of the houses. Curiously, there's very few civilian bodies. Though even most of the livestock was slaughtered. There are very few clues as to who was the perpetrating party.
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Posted: Sun, May 17 2009, 3:48 AM |
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Joined: 02 Jan 2009
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After stopping by to see the damage done to Cliff Village, Domovoi marches to Kampo's Storehouse to asks-demands for any information on what has happened. If there were any survivors and if there were any ideas on who might have done it.
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colanah
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Posted: Mon, May 25 2009, 20:01 PM |
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Joined: 31 Jul 2008
Location: Lost In Thought
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They had been upon their way to Actand, a light mood surrounding two traveling along the paths. Along the way, the half-human woman of azure skin and eye had espied one dear to her heart. Now joined by a young man with a pleasant visage filled with a merry glint in his blue eyes, the three paused upon the creaking planks of the pier. Their words were interrupted by the passage of many armed figures, both dark of armor and trailing an air of ill ease behind them like a somber wind.
Then one spoke. The language was unknown to the three now still figures, though the young woman had heard it before. It was the Ilythiiri tongue.
Silver-haired and stern of countenance, the Quessir had whispered to her of his misgivings about those who had passed. Their once festive mood mellowed, it had been discussed if proceeding on would be wise. They'd not had a chance to decide when the wind brought the acrid scent of smoke, stilling all words as they'd looked to one another in confusion and growing dismay.
Girding for possible battle, they had again been too slow to act when the same dark-armored troop passed them heading towards Kampo's. One figure, slender of build but armed as the hardiest of warriors, paused and held out a blood soaked bag to the dark haired human male. A terse 'Here" in thickly accented Common was all the woman said before turning and departing, taking a sapphire-winged companion with her.
With hushed tones, the young man asked of the Quessir to check the village nearby since it was known that the silver-haired figure commanded powerful arcana to go undetected among foes. When he returned pale-faced and shaking, his voice was thick with disbelief and horror as he told them of the destruction visited upon the town nearby.
After listening to the other's words, the young man looked within the bag and seemed to stiffen. With a hushed tone, he asked for any safe place to go and quickly. Guiding them both, though with a perplexed air, the azure-skinned young woman led them to a Shrine nearby which she knew was a house of safety.
It was within such a place that the sleeping face of a baby girl was first bared to the light and warmth in the shrine of Eilistraee.
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GM "Roll a new sheet, you died for blasphemy."
P1 "Was the comment he made that bad?"
*dice roll for chart*
GM "A Sun elf dry-humping the temple statue of Lloth during worship."
P1 "...so new character you say?"
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