View unanswered posts | View active topics * FAQ    * Search
* Login 




Forum locked This topic is locked, you cannot edit posts or make further replies.  [ 925 posts ]  Go to page Previous  1 ... 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19  Next
ValkinMulgin
 
PostPosted: Mon, Sep 08 2014, 5:46 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 18 Apr 2009
Location: Australia

*In dimly lit room Valkin Mulgin would raise a empty glass in a symbolic fashion*

"Change is often a violent and destructive force, mineself has witnessed this before. Yet perchance not with such glee."

*A white fleshed creature with glowering red eyes retorts*

"Such is so much sweater at ones own hands"

*Valkin turns to Rathan and offers a curt nod*

"Mineself concurs. Yet like a fine wine, not brewed by ones own hand, mineself shall savor ever drop"

*His gaze set outside a window towards Cordor*

"So the fallen empire remade returns to the skys. Such a wonderful year"

*sipping from a empty glass*

_________________
If i am not about when you are, but you would like to RP with Valkin, chose a time in red (GMT+8) / add character name PM me ICLY/OCC :) :http://teamup.com/ks662ccbfedda01eb0/


 
      
slkNihilus
 
PostPosted: Mon, Sep 08 2014, 12:58 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 29 Jun 2008

Shortly after the events in Cordor unfolded all across the Amian island, and stretching to areas beyond it, the Art of Divination ceases to work. Mages find that their spells fail to produce the usual results, all but the most powerful failing outright while those of the higher circles return odd results, to say the least. Even the gods seem to have gone completely silent.


 
      
MightNMagic
 
PostPosted: Mon, Sep 08 2014, 13:36 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 30 Jul 2013
Location: Space Australia

"All I did was take a bloody nap..."

Namer Tukson Devers awakens to the destruction of Cordor and surveys the damage to the Library. Apparently having slept through the carnage, he thanks Oghma for his foresight in keeping the most valuable and rare books of his collection on him, a precaution made after hearing about the Triumvir fire. It will make rebuilding the Library's body of works much quicker once the building is re-established.

Quickly he searches for his wife, Sirocco, searching Cordor's rubble with water elemental in tow, ordering it to put out smoldering fires wherever he went. She was not to be found. Resigning himself, he quickly moved to gather survivors who needed medical attention and brought them to the field hospital where he immediately went to work healing and tending them along with Sister Abbey.

Eventually Siro returns to the city and joins the hospital with her herbal expertise and cooking as the husband/wife pairing continue running it into the long night. Once things die down, Tukson presses on exhausted - making headway towards a new house of learning and Oghma.

"Where in the nine did the Triumvir go?!"

_________________
Rashad the Azure, Zakharan Merchant-lord Most Fair and Master of the Desert Wind
Loremaster Tukson Devers, Oghmanyte Wrestler of Knowledge and Child of the Passive Voice

(No tells for Rashad while I'm playing other characters please.)


 
      
TheGoddessOfAmazing©
 
PostPosted: Mon, Sep 08 2014, 13:41 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 20 Jan 2007

Lady Castiel walks through the wreckage of Cordor with a grim expression. Red and gold armor adorns her person rather then her usual flowing gown, paired with a deep blue cloak of Lathander. She stops in front of Blue Skies Academy and whispers a prayer of gratitude that it was not destroyed. Her husband finds his way beside her, and their hands meet. They both know they are united, and stronger together then apart. Despite the wreckage, and no matter the odds, the Fryar family stands strong against adversity in their home.

_________________
Image
Image
Image


 
      
Wings of Fate
 
PostPosted: Mon, Sep 08 2014, 15:37 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 04 Jun 2014

A young blonde haired elf was transported out of the the devastation that came. His body seemed broken and his appearance did not seem to be recognizable. Cloths were torn and with this he was placed among the other wounded and brought to the Salandran temple. The only think really noticeable on him was a huge tooth like necklace that hung from his neck and blood covered tattoo's from one half of his body to the next.

The man seemed very much unconscious and not seeming to gain consciousness any time soon. When asked where he was found it would be said under a bunch of rubble. After a short time he was sent off to hopefully be healed.


 
      
Nivo
 
PostPosted: Mon, Sep 08 2014, 15:54 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 09 Jan 2009
Location: East of Elsewhere, West of Sometime

A certain grey-haired magician passes through Cordor, in the wake of the devastation. He does not linger long, and spends most of his time meeting with Kohlingen commanders in south Cordor. Though he does take a few minutes to overlook the destroyed central district, and studies the portion that is now held aloft.

Heading north on foot, he then departs the city with the words of a spell.

_________________
Playing:
Marcus Valis


 
      
Kudark
 
PostPosted: Mon, Sep 08 2014, 16:31 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 14 Dec 2009
Location: The Dark Side of the Moon

Next to Dirk, on the docks of West Cordor, an unusual addition is seen standing. Surrounded by Dirk's band of thugs, and delegates from Tarkuul, the Ranger Captain of Oakmist Vale holds tension on his mighty bow, the arrow aimed just past Edgar Mover, who stands on the dock across the canal. Voices fill the air, as Dirk and Mover exchange words. Many on Crow's side of the dock call out to just attack, and the Arcanum mages that stand behind Mover, are silently surrounded by their henchmen.

With the conversation seeming to come to a close, one of the mages begins to cast. That was all it took for the ranger to simply release the arrow into flight, which he did. The arrow struck the mage true, and with it, robbed him of some of his enchantments. The spark was thrown in, and the battle commenced, some had moved to flank Mover's entourage, and they acted as the mage cried out. Crow could see the spells fly over his head, towards the enemy he was still firing at, as he targeted the mages, who were trying desperately to defend the group and open a portal for Mover. When the immediate melee threat was eliminated, a surviving mage managed to get his portal opened, and Mover made his escape.

Within moments, a runner called out that a sighting was made at the West gate, and the dock cleared. Crow can see the guards at the outer barricade, in brutal combat, with a force from Amn. He rushes in, with the rest, to enter the field of blood once again. These forces are well trained and equipped, as Crow soon finds out, and is often found taking defensive moves to save his own hide. At one point he awoke to an apparent Raise, was quickly tended to and shoved back in, another time came to mind, at this, but the enemy was before him and focus was required.

When the force was repelled from the gate, what few Amnites remained, retreated along the west coast. As scouts are sent to follow, Crow helps lay a carpet of traps in front of the barricade. Cordor licks its wounds, and eyes can not help but look to the sky, at the chunk of Central Cordor, floating on nothing. Crow sets the traps in silence, as the voices around him make their plans, he thinks about having had the chance to swing his wondrous blade, on Collin Reyes. Twice today, he did not hesitate, he acted, and not reacted. He made the choice to attack beings, that he knew were far more powerful than himself, or that he would ever be.

_________________
Image


 
      
Silkelock
 
PostPosted: Mon, Sep 08 2014, 19:03 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 17 Jun 2011
Location: Sweden

The darkly clad, skull adorned keeper of Tarkuul is seen walking among the the rubble. quick to offer aid to any injured his path would lead him to the makeshift field hospital. offering his services in healing if they would accept it.

_________________
Image

Life should be prolonged only when it serves the greater cause of the death of the world.


 
      
Xaviera
 
PostPosted: Mon, Sep 08 2014, 19:50 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 07 Aug 2006
Location: Temple of Love

Copies of the following hastily-prepared notices are posted around Cordor:

Quote:

People of Cordor ~

For those who have eyes with which to see, the terrible events of this day have forever dispelled any uncertainty that the Commonwealth's former Minister of Law, Jay Edgar Mover, is a tool of the Arcanum and the blood mage Collin Reyes and is in league with the forces of Amn that have for months besieged us. His true colours - the red blood of our citizens - have now been revealed beyond any doubt, and those who still argue that he is not guilty of treason against the rightful government of the Commonwealth have as many reasons as there are now dead in our battle-scarred city to change their minds and rise up against him and his cronies, such as the rabble-rousing leech Bill Hurst (who now cries out that he was innocent all along) and the rebellious Guards who have continued to support this power-hungry madman in oppressing our people and dividing the Commonwealth against itself.

The near-simultaneous attacks by Reyes, Mover and Amn have resulted in hundreds of deaths and the literal tearing apart of our city as the blood mage and his vile cabal move ahead with their goal of turning Cordor into another of the floating cities of long-lost Netheril, holding true to an evil plan that we have known and warned about for years. The loss of divinatory powers also recalls the events of several years ago when he held the fate of the universe in his hand but was defeated at the last moment. Once again, though, he has gathered up the strands of time in an attempt to enslave the gods themselves and perhaps even unmake all of existence.

The final battle may not be long in coming. We urge everyone to work as best they can to support and aid each other and the forces that gather to defend us against Reyes, Amn and Mover. If the evacuation alarms should be sounded, please follow the instructions of the Guard as quickly as possible to remove yourselves from the city and from harm, taking nothing with you that you cannot carry on your back lest you hinder yourself or others from escaping.

For the time being, the Commonwealth Council has appropriated the upper floors of the Market Hall in East Cordor for its offices until new premises can be obtained. Please address all inquiries to our new temporary location.

    ~ X. Xee, Speaker, Council of the Commonwealth of Cordor




_________________
Image
~Sharess on AmiaWiki~
Priestess, politician, prostitute
"[They] were moving in on me like Sharessans on a new broad in the bath house" - Tracer Bolt
AmiaWiki mod (mostly inactive)


 
      
Estara
 
PostPosted: Mon, Sep 08 2014, 23:27 PM 



Player

Joined: 23 Feb 2007

After the devastations, a certain blonde simply seems to avoid most conversations. She keeps herself to informational one-liners, going calmly about her tasks betwixt the Cordor Guardhouse and other places with the occasional twitch. Her eyes are on the skies, or, a few fixed directions along the ground...


 
      
Aiseth
 
PostPosted: Tue, Sep 09 2014, 1:28 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 21 Dec 2011

Collecting what files from her office that she could before the quake, Aiseth makes her way through East Cordor, the two stationed guards did not escape. She walks through a portal leading to Ruathym.

_________________
Image
MuseReader: Aiseth Nosdivan- Master EnchantressImage


 
      
bobofwestoregonusa
 
PostPosted: Tue, Sep 09 2014, 3:17 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 09 Jun 2012
Location: Eastern Washington

The High Captain can be seen charting a boat to take the worst of the patients in Cordor who cannot be handled by the Salandran encampment and other makeshift field hospitals. The living guard would escort them personally to the ships and maintain guard between Cordor and Tarkuul, making the return trip to escort refugees wishing to move from the dangers in Cordor to Tarkuul by way of two cargo ships from the Moorhound company. Notices are posted in public places all over Cordor.

Quote:
Tarkuul offers sanctuary to those wishing to escape the war

People of Cordor, Amn has invaded. They stand their armies outside of your city ready to invade, and in their wake Collin Reyes has taken one of your districts. I will save the speeches for a time when we aren't fighting for our lives. For now it is better to act.

We of the Enclave of Tarkuul offer you a place of safety to take refuge in. Seek us out in the west, and our ships will bring you the Living City where you will be housed and fed. Temporary encampments are being established for those who have been displaced and cannot be housed in the houses we currently have. Temporary structures will be raised for the homeless, and your safety will be under the watchful eyes of the Living Guard and the Sentinels of the Living City.

Tarkuul stands with Cordor.

In service to the Living City,
Sir Gerald Edmund
High Captain of Tarkuul


To that effect, gerald assigns the Living Guard, prominently filled with former Cordorian guards of the West, to screen all passangers to Tarkuul, looking for potential threats and ensuring a safe passage.

_________________
Image
Gerald Edmund
Discord: Metal Viking Guy #5433

DC taxation is theft!


 
      
Richard_Edmund
 
PostPosted: Tue, Sep 09 2014, 7:29 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 23 Sep 2012
Location: Western Australia (+8 GMT)

A short figure adorned in red and grey robes was hunched over with the support of a gnarled wooden staff. Her face was covered by a veil as she stared at the remnants of the Waukeenar temple.

I never liked Tristana anyway. She spoke under her breath. With that said she departed through the portal, the available spectacle in the central district of no interest to her.

_________________
Elwyn Sabel - Laura Jarshall - Mordoc Ebonhand

Discord: Bhaalorian#5715


 
      
VitalTouch
 
PostPosted: Tue, Sep 09 2014, 7:34 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 04 Jul 2013

*The Salandran Field Hospital continues to work around the clock in partnership with the Cordor Guard and allied agencies to minister the wounds both physical and spiritual of Cordor. Patient capacity has been expanded by commandeering nearby abandoned buildings, and far from being "makeshift" the Salandran Field Hospital boasts the best possible care.

Volunteers continue to step forward to aid in anyway they can from simply being there to talk to patients and helping them eat or drink to preparing hundreds of meals per day to washing the vast amount of linen and sterilising bandages and instruments and so on.

Local volunteers are reported to have said "its a local efforts no doubt spurred on by the ham-fisted attempt at intimidation by Tarkuuls ironically name "living guard" with no one keen to be left under their dubious care."

To date not a single patient has been been turned away by the Salandran's to face an uncertain fate at the hands of organisations of uncertain medical ability, with the worst cases transported to the Salandran Temple for long term care.*

When asked why the Salandran's were dealing with everything themselves Battle Surgeon and Healer in service to the Sacred Lady, Abernathy Hearthart replied simply "its what we do."

Rumour has it that Abbey has sunk a large amount of gold into this project apparently she has been saving up for sometime in preparation for the war, made up mostly from donations for treatment's at the Salandran Temple and in the "field"

_________________
Abernathy Hearthart, Salandran Healer (similar to my avatar picture of the lovely Jordan Madley )
Azorgl da Mercenary, Cigar toting Ogre...hero?


 
      
DustSpray101
 
PostPosted: Tue, Sep 09 2014, 22:16 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 27 Jun 2008
Location: Night Vale

After the shock of the initial 'start' of the war had run its course, Eli can be seen checking the survivor lists in the various refugee camps and otherwise walking the damaged city. He stops and speaks with mages from all the united factions (including Tarkuul) over wards, defenses, and what it might take to breach the floating Central District.

_________________
Eli Hodgewall <{/,~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X
Sven <=={o===========>
Qeelak \ | / ,


 
      
Murkoph
 
PostPosted: Wed, Sep 10 2014, 9:09 AM 



Player

Joined: 28 Sep 2011

As the war begins in earnest, the mages of Tarkuul's garrison make themselves known in their effects upon the city's defenses. The battlements, and near every west facing wall of Cordor's oldest slum within catapult range become enveloped in the pale blue light of Wall of Force spells, and the streets are heavy with the scent of incense imported from the Living City in preparation for further spells. Arcane symbols crop up around gates and along the bridge towards the front lines of the siege, while subtler spells are woven throughout the district waiting to be triggered by invaders.

When she's not busy, the mage Centurion of Tarkuul would leave word for Eli that she has a reasonable plan for the breach of the Floating Central District if he would be interested to hear.

_________________
Player of:
Asya Goodmonsdottir - Knight of Lesser Gods.
-Winner of 2014's "Razored Tongue" Award, and Emcee's pick "Authoritarian of the year".
Jannah Vindle - Mistress of Coin.


 
      
Dead
 
PostPosted: Wed, Sep 10 2014, 13:18 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 26 Apr 2009
Location: Tarkuul

In the Living City, Lucius Blackwater would be seen in the state of constant action.
Working tirelessly, in a manner only those who feel no toil can achieve, he keeps his
mind focused on the tasks at hand with an iron discipline. What those tasks might
be, however, is anyone's guess for the time being.

_________________
Image
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Login: Narkudauman

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Join the Magisterium Mortis ╬


 
      
Kudark
 
PostPosted: Wed, Sep 10 2014, 17:45 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 14 Dec 2009
Location: The Dark Side of the Moon

A human man wearing leathers and cloth, tinted in colors of the forest, can be seen slipping into or out of, West Cordor's main gate. If seen exiting the city, he very soon becomes barely visible to most. He spends little time in West Cordor, but may be spotted in a brief chat, here or there.

_________________
Image


 
      
Hudson
 
PostPosted: Fri, Sep 12 2014, 8:49 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 22 Oct 2006
Location: Bendir's Dale

It all started with carts not arriving in Cordor and Bendir anymore and some brave adventurers investigating and finding much of the road blocked with wrecked carts and littered with bodies. Brave adventurers managed to slay the culprits but that was not the end of it.

While catching their breath in the Dale and warning the locals about them being the next target metal scraping on stone could be heard followed by soft thuds and not long after two squadrons of mercenaries launches a surprise attack after climbing over the wall under the cover of invisibility.

A fierce fights ensued where the silver dragon garisson and Whurak distinguished themselves alongside Sullivan and the local pink mencace Rosary as well as some newer faces to the town. Not one to be outdone with the lack of divination magic Whurak then proposed to coat the walls of the Dale with flour, a suggestion promptly carried out.

A stream of elderly hin and gnomes alongside young mothers and their toddlers, about two hundred in all, soon after moved north and were welcome warmly by the kind hearted denizens of the grove.

Adventurers going for a drink at Kampo's encountered a bloodbath instead with good old Kampo missing, his automans disabled and Krunk the ogre and some others slain. They defeated those invaders who had lingered for a drink and raised and questioning Krunk but the excited Ogre once again proved he wasn't hired for his brain capacity (More for his braining capacity.)

Alanna of Wharftown managed to locate Kampo and soon after a pack of adventurers tried to disrupt the stationed mercenaries with a drawn out assault that claimed quite some mercenaries lives and some adventurers as well. Slipping in the camp in borrowed mercenary armor Krin and her managed to exploit the chaos and mercenary desire for drinks after the bloodied nose they got to free Kampo once again before he could be questioned.

All in all it was clear the Amnish weren't going to settle for a static seige.

_________________
Characters played:

Harold Kendry (Illusionist) -> see avatar
Elloanore (Travelling bard)


 
      
Glim
 
PostPosted: Fri, Sep 12 2014, 18:17 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 13 Jul 2010
Location: British Columbia

Since the initial landing of the Amnish troops, the pale green light of the Enclave's half-sphere would mark its defiance of the invading presence, the wan light visible even in the day, and not unlike a glowing beacon in the depth of night.


With the morning light would come the realization that the Living City could indeed live up to its name though. In a flurry of activity, every man, woman and child of the Enclave would seem to suddenly have something to do, a simple task or one suited to their expertise. Most would go about their task gladly, even with a bit of excitement or relief in some cases, as it gives them something to take their minds off of the looming threats of the past few months and their somewhat static state within the city that is still coming to terms with their presence.

Children, the infirm, or others with no specific skillset to draw upon, seem to busy themselves with securing anything and everything that might fall or shift within the Enclave. The various libraries around the city become a bustle of activity as simple rope guards are added to the front of each shelf to prevent the books thereon from shifting overmuch. Some aid Marigath in making sure the cabinets and food store locks are secure and won't fly open of their own accord. Anything that might bump and fall in the city, is padded, roped, locked or otherwise secured. If stopped and asked what they are doing, they would reply (to varying degrees of cheer, depending on who asks) that they found a letter under their door this morning, from the Magistrate, offering an extra ten gold pieces, for every citizen who aids in securing the city, who haven't already been given tasks.

A handful of citizens, those who were apothecaries or any other trades even approaching the alchemical, would be gathered up by the surly, well dressed, runt of an ogre mage named Udok, and ushered up to the Tower of the Damned where Magistri Draco labors at his craft. Udok would present the tiefling with orders (much to the chagrin of many of the nervous citizens upon sighting the tiefling) that the group is to assist Draco in his work however they may, to increase the rate of production. The orders also make it clear that the well being of those citizens are Draco and Udok's responsibility... which doesn't seem to do much to reassure the nervous bunch.

In the Court of the Undying, the two dozen citizens under the supervision of Watcher Theadric continue to diligently craft barrel after barrel, getting about 45 barrels hammered out each day that they work. At the end of each day, as the citizens go home, a handful of skeletal laborers begin rolling the barrels down into the Crypts, where they are stored somewhere behind the two Sentinels which have been posted to keep all but the city's Officials out of the Crypts. Even after the other citizens have gone home, and Theadric has returned to his guard duties or to his bed for the night, the ringing of Havoc's hammer and anvil would continue to echo through the Court as he prepares ever-more barrel rings, and who knows what else.

Around mid-day, a flat skiff of moderate size would paddle its way carefully down the gap between the Court of the Dead and the Court of the Undying, stopping just beneath the heavy ballista there. A handful of Moorhound men would be seen thereon and after tieing off the skiff to the side of the Court, would be joined by a few other Moorhound men who set about rigging a simple, sturdy crane on the street above. Two Watchers, Brander and Maliana, would be waited upon to oversee the work, before whatever the Moorhounds are there for would actually begin.

A smaller group of citizens, numbering no more than fifteen - masons all - would gather in the Court of the Undying also, having been told to wait there for instructions from Centurion Kuria. With them would be carried the tools of their trade, along with a simple ring that each would have been gifted upon receiving the work order, though should any stop to ask them, they would not seem to have been given many details as of yet.

Other citizens, children mostly, run through the city streets this way and that, happy at having been told to run, even if they were told to run to specific places or people, delivering messages and further orders from the Magistrate. The fact that they are on "official business from the Magistrate" would seem to tickle them pink, though they would still avoid certain scarier areas and denizens of the Enclave when possible.

Some work on crafting more ammunition for the city's ballistae, others work on shoring up windows and doors to keep out the weather; not a single hand is idle for long within the Enclave. At day-break and day's end, the citizens stream in and out of the Kraken to collect their daily meals as promised by the Magistrate. Life, in the Living City.


Perhaps of greatest note to those not visiting the Enclave, but instead watching the small island from the city of Cordor as it rests in the Bay, would be that it begins to move as the noon hour chimes from the bells of the City of Water. It does not move terribly quickly, but certainly makes its way farther towards the West side of Cordor. Those with a knack for sighting distances would note that it maintains roughly the same distance out from shore, perhaps just a bit closer, but stops well away from the South and Eastern districts, instead sitting at the forefront of the Western district, perhaps daring the Amnish troops which landed in the Delta, to approach.


 
      
SamTheGiantSlayer
 
PostPosted: Fri, Sep 12 2014, 19:19 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 31 Mar 2014

After spending an hour or two instructing Watcher Brander how to make use of the heavy ballistas, Watcher Maliana moseyed her way down to complete her next task for the bustling Living City. A brief chit-chat with her superiors and possibly a high-five or two from Theadric later, the young monk made her way to her post to oversee the Moorhound men and their own duties to the city. They would remain under her watch for the duration of their task. Afterwards, Maliana would linger about and assist any who needed help completing their duties around the busy city.

_________________
Image

Thats the way it crumbles ... cookie-wise!


 
      
PassionateShadow
 
PostPosted: Fri, Sep 12 2014, 20:16 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 06 Jun 2014

Brander having revived a little training prior from Lady Kuria he took to the instructions with a relative ease feeling more comfortable with the task. Once that was done he refrained from sipping down another red vial and instead went to his next post to help and over see the transport. Once every thing was loaded up and taken in to being covering and secured Brander chose st stay and potentially guard the boats unless his superiors requested him else where.

_________________
❤ Amia is Fun Again! ❤
#GreenisNotACreativeColour

Image
"It's easy to feel like a hero. It's a little harder to be one."


Last edited by PassionateShadow on Sun, Oct 05 2014, 17:56 PM, edited 1 time in total.

 
      
SamTheGiantSlayer
 
PostPosted: Fri, Sep 12 2014, 20:20 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 31 Mar 2014

Watcher Maliana would later be seen helping Watcher Brander to disassemble and transport heavy ballistas onto a cargo ship set for elsewhere. Unless otherwise requested, she too would remain with her colleague until the task was carried out in full.

_________________
Image

Thats the way it crumbles ... cookie-wise!


 
      
WrathOfTheNorth
 
PostPosted: Fri, Sep 12 2014, 20:47 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 31 Aug 2014
Location: UK.

Alumni Ahriman would seem to be overwatching the living guards work, Offering arcane assistance where required, Intermittently he would be away for periods of an hour or few and seems to be coming back with certain materials.

The very air seems to still and cool in his presence, The Air also charging with arcane power as the determination seems to blast out from him like a concentrated focus of Arcane energy..

_________________
Xalibossk, Body Tamer & Terror Of The Underdark

Image

Khuul-Khuum -Icy Heart Award 2014- Joint 2nd Best Developed 2014!
Ordained Of Her Grace
Image


 
      
SamTheGiantSlayer
 
PostPosted: Sat, Sep 13 2014, 15:31 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 31 Mar 2014

A young Ilmateran nurse took to the Salandran Field Hospital with the familiar Abernathy at her side. After a tour or two, she set up in a small corner and spent the next few hours offering her services to those in need.

_________________
Image

Thats the way it crumbles ... cookie-wise!


 
      
Glim
 
PostPosted: Sat, Sep 13 2014, 18:04 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 13 Jul 2010
Location: British Columbia

This past night, several bells past the witching hour, one of the Moorhound cargo vessels would slip out from the floating island of a city. No lamps were lit aboard, no sound of oars nor creak of sails as the vessel seemed to simply drift towards West Cordor slowly, silent as the night, propelled as though by momentum alone.

A simple signal of hooded lanterns, call and response, would be exchanged between the vessel and the West wall as it neared, confirming the all clear and the presence of the Living Guard - ready to receive the cargo upon the orders of the Magistrate himself. All aboard and on the wall were inclined to breath a sigh of relief as the cargo ship docked without incident, knowing that the greatest opportunity for the Amnish to interfere with the operation had passed.

Under the supervision of the two Watchers, the Moorhound crew would use the crane on board to lift several tarp-covered objects, each one approximately twelve feet cubed, up off the cargo deck and onto the West wall. Waiting hands of the Living Guard would take possession of these bundles, which remain covered at all times, and sticking long poles through opposite sides of the bundles they would be lifted by no less than six men to a side, and carried to their final positions on the wall.


By morning's light, eight such hulking bundles would be visible upon the wall, each covered and guarded by three members of the Living Guard with strict instructions that none under the rank of Centurion, or the High Captain himself, are to so much as lift the coverings.


 
      
Amarice-Elaraliel
 
PostPosted: Sun, Sep 14 2014, 6:41 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 20 Jan 2006

As per agreement, a small but judging by armor and general behaviour, very high trained group arrives in cordor. The soldiers stand proud, their frost costed armor glittering in the faint autumn sun. Their cloaks displaying the symbol of the frostmaiden.

10 Golems made of ice and diamond follow them and a dozen of monks carrying the Symbol of the frozen hand monestary. The monks have their hoods drawn deeply into their face, eyes glowing in a faint white light from beneath.

A tall built soldier who leads the whole Group reports to Andrew and Heshgvar as they arrive.

_________________
Image
Image


 
      
VitalTouch
 
PostPosted: Sun, Sep 14 2014, 21:06 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 04 Jul 2013

Another busy day (and night) at the Salandra field hospital in South Cordor, Abernathy Hearthart makes it knows that arrangements to rehouse approximately one hundred of the homeless people of Cordor to semi permanent lodgings are almost complete. Volunteers express their relief at the news as it will allow them to focus on treating the wounded and allow the dwindling supplies to be stretched out for a little longer.

Locals and adventures continue to show their generosity, donating supplies, food, gold (to buy supplies and food) as well as much needed tents and other equipment.


Image

Adela of Lathander arrives to discuss what is needed and what she can donate, Volunteer Sirroco can be seen in the kitchen area preparing meals for the patients, next to Abbey is Teuivae aka "Nurse Tee" a close friend of the Salandran and skilled healer in her own right.

Image

Adela of Lathander returns and starts setting up a great deal of tentage and camp furniture allowing staff and ambulatory patients to take their ease near the fires or to write a letter or even just to sit and talk in more comfort. Adela also donates several large containers of medical supplies, received with much thanks and gratitude by Abbey and the staff.

Image[/URL]

A birds eye view of the expanded facilities thanks to Adela's efforts.

Image

War Lord Sanguinius pays a visit and is offered a mug of tea as they discuss how things are going, many of the tents in use at the hospital were donated by War Knights.

_________________
Abernathy Hearthart, Salandran Healer (similar to my avatar picture of the lovely Jordan Madley )
Azorgl da Mercenary, Cigar toting Ogre...hero?


 
      
slkNihilus
 
PostPosted: Mon, Sep 15 2014, 0:50 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 29 Jun 2008

A series of events have continued taking place, ever since the vaunted Rebirth of Collin Reyes - a few days ago, the flying chunk of rock that used to be Cordor's Central district was surrounded by a black sphere, as it continued to hang about a mile above the rest of the City of Water.

Though the force of mercenaries that set up camp in Cape Slakh has not attempted any more assaults on Cordor, a sudden and violent storm that hit the West Coast of Amia was used as a cover to launch a surprise attack upon Wharftown. Though the sea-side town had received forewarning, thanks to a certain sun elf, and was able to prepare to repel an attack, the fighting was fierce - Amn's mercenaries joined in their assault by the specters that had plagued Amia for the past months. Despite being outnumbered the defenders, a large number of which were the adventurers of the land, managed to repel each attack successfully and inflict heavy casualties upon the attacking force.

As the attack upon Wharftown finally died down, the defenders began to experience various phenomena that left some quite anxious - Time's flow became erratic, causing disorientation among the ranks of the defenders. To investigate this, a small group was sent ahead to scout the path leading to the ruins of Uhm. Rumors were quick to come of what happened in the town of Uhm. Tales of great feats of magic brought down to bear on those that dared strike him and macabre 'shadows' of people brought into being with but a flick of his wrist. The truth, however, remained with those who bore witness to Reyes and his machinations.

One thing is certain, though: whatever happened in the ruins of Uhm, spelled the end of the "block" on Divination magic. All such spells, from simple to the most complex, worked as intended once more. With one exception. Any and all spells that attempted to pry beyond the dark sphere that has enveloped the floating island above Cordor, as well as any intended to glean information about Collin Reyes still failed upon being cast.


 
      
Holydeath
 
PostPosted: Mon, Sep 15 2014, 9:09 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 06 Oct 2013
Location: Belgium gmt +1

Arriving from the Mainland Dante can't beleave his eyes when gazing over the city! Nothing he was promised about it seemed true, the stories of Amia's greatest city are nothing more then ruins
Tempted to take the first ship back to Waterdeep he decides to stay and explore this ruined city, looking to lend a helping hand.

_________________
Account name's: Holydeath The Five Corners
Active characters: Alandril Trueborn Blake Rift


 
      
Uno
 
PostPosted: Tue, Sep 16 2014, 0:22 AM 



Player

Joined: 17 Mar 2013

Hesh would meet with the Frozen Hand Commander and then bring him to meet Andrew.


 
      
Jes
 
PostPosted: Tue, Sep 16 2014, 18:50 PM 

User avatar

DM

Joined: 23 Aug 2006
Location: Camriiole

A massive golden half-dragon bedecked in fine plate armor frequents Cordor, Kohlingen, and the surrounding areas. The creature's expression is most often entirely neutral, her molten gold eyes like shining liquid fire. She spends most of her time mingling with the adventuring population, observing.

At one point, the large half-dragon even flew up above the city of Cordor. Hovering nearby the black sphere far above the city, she was like a small lamp next to its dark presence. She remained up in the air by the sphere, not touching it, for only a few minutes before descending again to Cordor's streets.

_________________
Login: The Copper Queen
Cromlech - The Best Copper This Side of Ruathym
Zelly Cys'dina - The Wounded Soul, Also Merchant

Aelynthi Nor'alei - The Bubbly Winged Elf


See me DM-side as:
[DM] Hlal | [DM] The Voice


 
      
Manarethan
 
PostPosted: Wed, Sep 17 2014, 7:42 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 23 Feb 2008

On the stretch of coast past the gates of West Cordor, a portal is formed by Centurion Asya of the Living Guard, supervised by the High Captain of Tarkuul and an unknown individual in armour. From the portal marches a force of fifty soldiers, each bearing an identical uniform and a flanged polearm over their shoulder. They are followed by five enormous golems constructed from obsidian. Under the direction of their commanding officer, they march into West Cordor, occupy a building designated to them and do not emerge for some time.

Patrols of the Living Guard through West Cordor are from then on joined by small contingent of these soldiers, who speak only infrequently and carry themselves with the utmost discipline. They avoid any disruption or interaction with Cordorian citizens unless approached and appear content to patrol the streets and then return to their building. Meanwhile, the five obsidian golems have stationed themselves within the Arena, standing passively against the walls, inactive.


 
      
Amarice-Elaraliel
 
PostPosted: Wed, Sep 17 2014, 19:48 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 20 Jan 2006

Very early this morning, dawn barely had risen over the isle, the beeze picked up several notches.

Only moments later the Kohlingen harbor has 35 new ships anchored. Heavily armored warships which as odd is may seem, have no sails.

_________________
Image
Image


 
      
RaveN
 
PostPosted: Wed, Oct 01 2014, 4:31 AM 

User avatar

Administrative Developer

Joined: 08 Jun 2010

In the dead of night, Audrey takes the risky notion of flying towards the black sphere over Cordor under her kiss of the vampire spell. In her gaseous form, she would seek to sate her curiosity and explore the black sphere as close as she could go before some supernatural force abstructed her, or otherwise. Certainly it seemed she had no agenda, as she went in so unprepared.. looking for some answers. "I could be the one." The thought resonated in her head, being the secondary thought, perhaps encouraging her to be fearless, or anticipating that perhaps such a powerful existence would care what she's thinking and maybe spare her a quick exit and be intrigued instead.

_________________
a.k.a. Audrey Zinata


 
      
Ice
 
PostPosted: Wed, Oct 01 2014, 5:15 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 10 Feb 2013
Location: As usual, right behind you

Perhaps, unbeknownst to Audrey, a withered and robed figure observed from a nearby hill in the frontier.
If one were to observe the observer, it would become evident that this figure is having trouble not keeping its claws from palming its forehead and muttering in the grumpy 'off my yard' fashion.

_________________
Image

It is said that everybody has heard of the creature, but almost nobody knows a thing about it.
And now keeping an abstract and sometimes too literal journal.


 
      
Nivo
 
PostPosted: Sun, Oct 05 2014, 15:23 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 09 Jan 2009
Location: East of Elsewhere, West of Sometime

As Lathander's light first broke over the island of Amia this particular day, three settlements under the protection of the Alliance would find an increased number of soldiers wearing the tabard of the Silver Dragon of Kohlingen. Cordor, Wharftown, and Bendir Dale all would find additional men of the Holy City manning battlements and various posts, with drills commencing even before the break of dawn.

These men did not travel the roads of Amia to arrive at their destination. And their arrival was made with little fanfare at their destination. Arriving officers reported to their superiors, signed orders in hand. Newly arrived men took to their posts with the discipline of professional soldiers.

The Shield of Kohlingen, now extending from the north of Amia to the southermost tip of the isle has been strengthened overnight.

Considerably.

_________________
Playing:
Marcus Valis


 
      
Rigela
 
PostPosted: Sun, Oct 05 2014, 19:00 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 16 Sep 2010
Location: Grimy Old England

Alongside this, the Holy City could be seen to be on high alert, the Silver Dragon guards out in force through the city for several days.

_________________
Image
Signature by Maryn! <3 I am also seen as DM Snuffles.


 
      
Bobo_Underhill
 
PostPosted: Sun, Oct 05 2014, 20:01 PM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 21 Jul 2007
Location: The Drone Star State

Interim Commander Fryar went through the rosters of guardsmen and militia available to him, using his personal observations and history to choose the least partisan and most disciplined fighting men he could. These several hundred were given extra potions from Corinn's stockpile.

_________________
Andrew Fryar: Cordor's Folk Hero
Bobrin: Eccentric Avenging Executioner
Lyle Torrowfire: Retired badass
Marigold Cobcruncher: Perceptive Priestess


 
      
DolphinRacer
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 06 2014, 3:44 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 01 May 2009
Location: GMT-8 Bangor, Washington

Wiltuns young knight can be seen after the battle, tiredly sorting through the dead north of Cordor. He carefully lays aside friendlies and civilians to be claimed by clerics later, but tosses the enemy dead in a large haphazard pile for later burning. The bodies of any Cowled Mages and Mercenary Commanders, he thoroughly strips, looking for any intelligence documents he can find, or interesting weapons or artifacts.

_________________
Sir Taelar Ardelyn of Wiltun
Winner of the Razor Tongued Award 2015!


Kira "Penny" Sigers
Better than Boulderdash!


 
      
CouncilofAutumn
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 06 2014, 3:49 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 11 Dec 2010

The pair of New Moon monks, after waiting idly by for most of the battle to engage any real arcane threats, disappear into the water at one point in an attempt to strike the conjurers while their summoned demons are away and tearing through the city. Unfortunately they fail to find them, and the battle is won handily without their support.

_________________
Mathus, Void Apostle of the New Moon


 
      
Xaviera
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 06 2014, 3:59 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 07 Aug 2006
Location: Temple of Love

As the news spreads that the enemy forces have been driven off, at least for now, those citizens who were evacuated through the portal to Wharftown quickly return. Bucket brigades and summoned water elementals are put to work dousing the fires and efforts are made to find space for those whose houses were destroyed (some of the Commonwealth's more privileged citizens may take umbrage at being 'requested' by the Guard or officials of the Ministry of Health & Public Welfare to put up some of their less fortunate brethren). Tents are set up in parts of town where the accommodations are insufficient. The Ministry of Labour sends gangs of workers, volunteer and otherwise, to make temporary wooden replacements for the bridges that were destroyed, and both branches of the Commonwealth government combine to distribute food and clothing from accumulated stores.

All of the city's temples are contacted and any priests urged to lend their prayers to raise those who fought for the city or who died in the attacks. The Speaker of the Council herself, her face streaked with soot, her eyes shadowed with fatigue and her skin pale with strain, is seen among the rows of bodies offering blessings for the dead and prayers of raising and healing. For those who choose not to return to the realm of the living, or who cannot be reached in time, freshly dug graves outside the walls wait patiently for them. Mass pyres are lit for the Mazticans near Cape Slakh and north east of the city on the shores of the bay, while groups of searchers on land and in small boats scour the ocean's edge, looking for corpses washed up on the beaches. The smell of smoke hangs over the city, the trampled mud of the fields, and the smouldering, tumbled stones and timbers of destroyed walls. The people of Cordor and those who fought for them sit, exhausted, anywhere that is convenient, wondering how much longer the war will go on.

Most of the Commonwealth's arrangements concentrate on the people of the North, South and Central districts. In the aftermath of the battles, individuals as well as representatives from various groups and organizations move around the city, helping where they are needed. Official requests for assistance from the West, if any, are referred to the Council, though the fragmented and overworked bureaucracy means that some things may get done without approval, or that other things which have been approved may still not get done.


DM stamp of approval.

_________________
Image
~Sharess on AmiaWiki~
Priestess, politician, prostitute
"[They] were moving in on me like Sharessans on a new broad in the bath house" - Tracer Bolt
AmiaWiki mod (mostly inactive)


 
      
Ice
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 06 2014, 4:05 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 10 Feb 2013
Location: As usual, right behind you

It is rare that a creature with his blood couldn't find the slightest care for the treasure or any sort of reward after 'earning' it.
From brooding to grim, from grim to somber, and from somber to obscure, and finally to a dark mood, the creature makes way within the walls of Cordor, notifying this and that, and occasionally attempting to fish another soul back from the Fugue Plane - until the last scroll crumbles in his hands. From substitute cleric he falls to healer, and from healer to Johnny-do-it-all. Something carried over there, a message delivered, a person found. He just helps however he can as the opportunity presents, showing a complete disregard for any guard that may glare at the kobold - the fact that he's bloodied up is evidence enough that he was part of the battle, and he doesn't have the time nor the patience to stop and leash out a good encyclopedia of arguments for why any guard should just shut, do their own goddamn work and let him do his.

But boy, he would be glad to.


 
      
Grymia
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 06 2014, 4:10 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 14 Dec 2004
Location: Kohlingen, and a Basement in Canada

After bringing Kyra back to the Shrine of Bahamut, given she did not respond to the call of raising Tuomas would ask the others present to keep an eye until proper clerical personnel could attend whilst he returned to Cordor to help with the cleaning, respectfully and kindly attending bodies with the help of his construct guardian Wachterzwei.


 
      
gorgometh
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 06 2014, 4:16 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 07 Oct 2008
Location: Southeast (USA)

In Wharftown, a battle-hardened mercenary crew are loaded onto the decks of magical war ships. These same ships set sail for Ruathymi waters after the perimeter surrounding the township is declared safe. Those mercenaries that had survived their push to surrender, would have been given the treatment and clemency they were promised, at least by the men under the First Knight's command.

In Cordor, a worn, battered and bleeding Wiiltun Knight would have done everything in his power to assist with sorting through the dead, bringing allies to those handling triages and infirmaries. After a time, he would also depart, taking the advice and counsel of his Lady. However, he would not leave before registering the sobering scene to memory, and turning his sight to the sky, upon an obfuscated and flying section of the war torn commonwealth...


 
      
Genar_Detkasa
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 06 2014, 4:35 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 22 Sep 2006
Location: Melbourne, Australia [GMT +10]

Rounding up a squad of Living Guardsmen, Sicarius goes into the remains of the enemy camp at Cape Slakh where they begin to search it. The Centurion himself drinking the occasional potion as he picks through the dead and the camp.

_________________
Image

NWN Account Name: KnightProtector


 
      
Dead
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 06 2014, 4:35 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 26 Apr 2009
Location: Tarkuul

As soon as the battle is over.. Lucius returns to the Living City and takes the squad of 50 skeletons,
bringing them through a portal outside the gates of Western District. There he instructs them to
collect all the corpses they can and pile them up for transport. The whole process is overseen by the
High Arcanist himself. Even his Winterwight would be collecting the corpses, by the dozens at once.
Should any of the men on the battlefield be found to be alive, he would have them transported into
the infirmary in the Tower of the Forsaken. Should any of them belong to the enemy forces, they are
declared war prisoners and put under watch.

_________________
Image
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Login: Narkudauman

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Join the Magisterium Mortis ╬


 
      
Grymia
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 06 2014, 4:42 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 14 Dec 2004
Location: Kohlingen, and a Basement in Canada

After a conversation with Lord Ulrik who came to survey what happened, the Gnomish Magi had went to the Southern Garrison, taking time to rest and re-memorized different spells.

Once he awoke in the moment, he cast Fabricate and Polymorph any object spells to aid in the repair of the Gate and battlements in Eastern Cordor, before continuing with similar application works to help across Eastern and Southern Cordor.


 
      
Nivo
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 06 2014, 4:54 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 09 Jan 2009
Location: East of Elsewhere, West of Sometime

In the aftermath, the grey-haired wizard could be seen conferring with other Alliance officers. His primary focus seems to be on ascertaining the number of dead, and directing any surviving Kohlingener magi to assist with repairs to the city's battlements and other vital infrastructure.

All while defiantly ignoring the section of the city, held aloft...

_________________
Playing:
Marcus Valis


 
      
Nick11689
 
PostPosted: Mon, Oct 06 2014, 5:55 AM 

User avatar

Player

Joined: 17 Sep 2014
Location: Cleveland, Ohio

While searching through the battlefield for spoils, Marek met with Sicarius and the two doubled their efforts in searching for anything important. Body after dismembered body after half~eaten~by~a~spider body and the results were scarce. Occasionally, a cheaply made bead would be found in the hair or a few gold pieces here and there, but few things of actual value. "Underpaid..." he thought on Avadon's words. "He wasn't kidding".

And the hours rolled on, flipping corpses until the rain came; then the search continued with soaked corpses.

_________________
Hel'Vyst Be'tner
Veris Al'Rith

- "Fuck you, I'm from Waterdeep."

Image

(OMGOSH OLIVE MADE A LIL' HEL'VYST)


 
      
Display posts from previous:  Sort by  
Forum locked This topic is locked, you cannot edit posts or make further replies.  [ 925 posts ]  Go to page Previous  1 ... 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19  Next


Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 4 guests


You cannot post new topics in this forum
You cannot reply to topics in this forum
You cannot edit your posts in this forum
You cannot delete your posts in this forum

Search for:
Jump to:  
cron
Powered by phpBB © 2000, 2002, 2005, 2007 phpBB Group