Quest: Fear of the Past - 4/28/13

[Logen Wolfsbane]

Roguish Luck: [ Up and Running ]
questing requiem: -----------Log on-----------------
questing requiem: ^v^ 4/28/2013 9:00:00 PM ^v^
questing requiem: "Fear of the Past - Quest "
questing requiem: Your leader is Tim.
questing requiem: The Enchanter.
questing requiem: If you have questions please IM me or one of the
Moderators.
questing requiem: Estimated time is 3 hours from the time we begin. As
always,
questing requiem: you may remain and keep rping after time has passed.
questing requiem: You can die on our adventures and there are consequences
if you
questing requiem: die.
questing requiem: Make sure your dossier is updated! If it's not on your
dossier
questing requiem: you do not have it and this includes mundane gear.
questing requiem: Now state your info: Rank, Name, Class/Profession, Dice,
Hit
questing requiem: Points, Defense DC, Healing Points if applicable. You will
need to keep up
questing requiem: with your own self-healing points.
questing requiem: Ruby Warrior | Girard " Requiem" Sirri | 2d82 | Bard /
Swordmaster | Def DC: 17
Roguish Luck: [ Logen Wolfsbane - Emerald Champion - Fighter - HP: 50 - Def
DC: 20 - 2d74 ]
Tesarik One: Emerald Champion, Indrila, 2d74, 38 hit points, DC20, Priest
questing requiem: HP: 52*
Lorin Blacklock: Lorin Blacklock -- Topaz Champion (2d40) -- HP: 26 -- Def
DC: 10 -- Support/Noble
questing requiem: [...53*
of the heavens: Sapphire Champion - Evangeline Marcon - Support/Healer -
2d64 - 34HP - Def DC 12 - Healing Affinity 54 / Self Heal 23
questing requiem: [ 5/6 ]
Lorin Blacklock: (Skill: Midas Touch: Double Gold)
questing requiem: [ Anyone hear anything from Eddie? ]
Tesarik Five: (.....Sorry...Passed out at the keyboard. -_-)
questing requiem: [ Don't have to stick around if you need some sleep. ]
Tesarik Five: (Yeah, was hoping I'd be able to join and stick around, but
passing out at the keyboard doesn't do well for adventures. Sorry.)
questing requiem: [ No worries. Take care. The rest of you, [ 1d20 Init -
Remember to Add Quickness, Add Init skills, Remove Armor Penalty. ]
OnlineHost: Roguish Luck rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
questing requiem: ~*~ Roguish Luck scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Lorin Blacklock rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
questing requiem: ~*~ Lorin Blacklock scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Lorin Blacklock: (10)
Roguish Luck: [ +10 Quickness / - 5 Mithral Plate = 16 ]
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
questing requiem: ~*~ questing requiem scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: of the heavens rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
questing requiem: ~*~ of the heavens scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
questing requiem: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
of the heavens: (4)
Tesarik One: 26
questing requiem: [ Opening Act +5, 7 Qck = 30 ]
questing requiem: Girard 0/53 [17] || Indrila 0/38 [20] || Logen 0/50 [20]
|| Lorin 0/26 [10] || Eva 0/34 [12] (0/23)
questing requiem: [ Any mistakes? IM me. ]
questing requiem: Girard 0/53 [17] || Indrila 0/38 [20] || Logen 0/50 [20]
|| Lorin 0/26 [10] || Eva 0/34 [12] (0/54) A messager arrived just after
sunset to the Obsidian Heart Inne, bearing a request for the
questing requiem: [ ha. ahem.. ]
questing requiem: Girard 0/53 [17] || Indrila 0/38 [20] || Logen 0/50 [20]
|| Lorin 0/26 [10] || Eva 0/34 [12] (0/54)
questing requiem: Girard 0/53 [17] || Indrila 0/38 [20] || Logen 0/50 [20]
|| Lorin 0/26 [10] || Eva 0/34 [12] (0/54)
questing requiem: Girard 0/53 [17] || Indrila 0/38 [20] || Logen 0/50 [20]
|| Lorin 0/26 [10] || Eva 0/34 [12] (0/54)
questing requiem: Girard 0/53 [17] || Indrila 0/38 [20] || Logen 0/50 [20]
|| Lorin 0/26 [10] || Eva 0/34 [12] (0/54)
Roguish Luck: [ ....Heh. ]
questing requiem: [ ok... anyone else? ]
questing requiem: [ otherwise - DM Post beginning ]
questing requiem: A messager arrived just after sunset to the Obsidian Heart
Inne, bearing a request for the Inne's resident adventuring group.. bearing
only one specific request alongside its general lack of information. The
requirements were simple
questing requiem: ones, Girard Sirri's inclusion and that the group joining
the minstrel make for Mountmend with haste. The messager remained at the
inne, an elven youth known for his speed it would seem by the lad's boasts
towards the Inne's Island
questing requiem: -borne tenderess. Clearly he remained, supposedly, to
answer any questions the group coming together might have... [ Begin RP ]
of the heavens: Having left Moonshadow in the capable hands of Cathran, the
veritcally-challenged little Aasimar healer skirted her way in right
alongside the minstrel. Now that she could set her pretty blues on those
within, she did just that. Of
Roguish Luck: Logen had just arrived at the Obsidian Heart Inne by the
hooves of Mikillsprinta. A Rumerian bread heavy that's enjoyed the spoils of
his first round-a-bout in combat. Once Logen pulled up on the reins the horse
had come to a halt
questing requiem: Recuperating from his experience in the God-Egg did not
leave the minstrel looking favorably towards any request, or demands, for his
presence. And yet here Girard was pushing open the door of the Inne and
stepping inside alongside
of the heavens: course an easy smile went along with her. Dressed in a grey
blue gown that was more fitted in towards her form, flared at the bottom in a
bell-like turn, she appeared simple and sweet. Cornsilk hair covered the open
back to her
Roguish Luck: then eased in to place at the front of the Inne. The tall
Northman swung one boot over and then stepped off the stirrup on to the
trodden earth. The lead was slipped over the horse's head and tied off to the
post. Logen looked a
questing requiem: his Aasimar partner. Going on what the message sent their
way had detailed.. he could hazard a guess that the elf at the bar was who
they needed to speak with. -d
Roguish Luck: little worn from an encounter but there wasn't a hitch in his
step, just his presentation. Brown-stained and caked blood resided on his
clothing and his face had a few scratches but all mundane by now. He had
split off from Violeta
of the heavens: gown, mingling in its straight way over the sheen, matching
shawl pulled around shoulders and hooked at upper arms. She'd not been to the
Inne much after Falqun healed her, so hers was a continued look of
appreciation had having
Roguish Luck: and Kythin as they had trek'd back from the Long Walk in a
means to investigate the origin of their pursuers. Logen was sent to Navahla
while the others chose their own path. His instinct had guided him to come to
The Heart. If
of the heavens: that view. Eva looked to the young elf there, giving a
friendly "hello" to he and Hana. -d-
questing requiem: A golden haired elven youth, the messager took a glance
over his shoulder to turn a set of green eyes upon those arriving.. and those
went wide soon as he noted the presence of a man possessing the described
features of the minstrel
Roguish Luck: anyone knew anything, most likely it'd be Maria. As he pressed
the door open in conjucture with a depressed lever, Logen made his entrance
with a heavy footed sound and the slight clack and tink of his newest
addition to arsenal.[d]
Lorin Blacklock: "Ey!" A rough and thick weight hit Logen around about the
back of the kneecap, just enough to buckle the leg and cause a fraction of a
stumble to what appeared an overly cocky step. When Logen's eyes would turn
around, they would
questing requiem: called Requiem, and of the 'Girard' his home city's newest
resident had been spinning horrifying tales about. More than enough to fill a
young man with fear. Rather in spite of the requests made of him, the boy
clammed up turning a
Lorin Blacklock: eventually have to be turned down. The figure of a stout
coal haired dwarf glared back up, a thick little figure dressed in furs and
leathers. Thick brows drawn down over hard eyes, the contempt he held for
those taller folk that
Lorin Blacklock: rarely looked around before they came clanging and banging
through a doorway. Shaking his head, the dwarven noble moved over to the
bar...reconsidered....and found himself a seat at a much lower table.
questing requiem: surprised, still wide eyed look Evangeline's way. Luckily
he avoided embarrashing himself too much through more fear-ful antics. "
Hello.. " -d
Tesarik One: Indrila stepped down from her room above into the tap room of
the inne, followed by her shaggy sainthound. Melethril made his way to the
hearth and sat down, tongue lolling out, but Indrila moved for the bar in
order to partake in a
of the heavens: Eva turned her eyes to the door as it opened, seeing Logen..
but not knowing who he was. She'd never -seen- him before. He'd' the
direction of the healer's eyes for the first time ever, her smile still as
wide as it once was. A soft
Tesarik One: cup of hot tea. She glanced around, just watching the people
she really didn't know well at all, if at all, and when her tea was given she
had a sip.
Roguish Luck: "Bah!" The Northman's leg paused in step which forced him to
hop a step on the same leg. Once Logen found the assailant he thought twice
about swinging. "Er... Apologies, Little Lord." Brows furrowed as he watched
him on his way.
of the heavens: hello sent his way on the bells of her voice, but then the
little man hit him as he had. She'd perked and blinked, turning her lips in
to take down the amusement from her smile then. It was kind of funny..
really. -d-
questing requiem: Girard possessed a fair bit of interest in learning just
what sender of this wide eyed messager wished.. expecially as it mentioned
him specifically. " Calm, Mellon, I am Girard, you are the messager from
Mountmend aren't you? I'm
questing requiem: rather interested to know what is requested of myself..
and anyone desiring to come along. " -d
questing requiem: [ diplomacy check - ]
questing requiem: [ the rest of you are free to spot check the elven
messager. ]
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
questing requiem: ~*~ questing requiem scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
of the heavens: Letting her sights slip from Logen, past the sitting dwarf
and further in to the tap room, she'd view the pretty lady there, smile and
the glance to melethril, too. There was a curiosity and awe in her eyes that
would not be acted
questing requiem: [ +10 Charisma, +5 Alluring Tongue = 33 ]
of the heavens: on. She kept the want to approach the creature at bay and
instead looked back to the messenger to whom Girard spoke.
Roguish Luck: Hands curled in to make over-sized fists accompanied by
cracks. Eyes went around to take in the sights of the others. Eva received a
nod, Girard got a look and then over to Indrila. So many of the Knife Ears
about, no wonder the
OnlineHost: of the heavens rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
questing requiem: ~*~ of the heavens scored 0 poynts damage ~*~The elfish
lad
of the heavens: (+5 perc & +5 alert = +10 + 8 = 18)
Roguish Luck: Dwarf was in a foul mood. The one other face he didn't
recognize was the boy Girard was speaking with. A few glances traced over
him, sizing him up instictually. [ Spot ]
OnlineHost: Roguish Luck rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
questing requiem: ~*~ Roguish Luck scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Roguish Luck: [ +5 Alert, +1 Perc = 24 ]
Tesarik One: She sipped her hot tea after she added a bit of honey with a
stir, and turned just slightly so she could watch the others in the inne. She
was unaware of what was going on, except that there'd been a call for
adventurers. She was
Lorin Blacklock: Lorin looked over Logen, those eyes like coffin nails
narrowing only the slightest. After a moment and a deep draw from the drink
that would have been brought to him, he gestured to the chair across from
him. "I know that girl's
Tesarik One: quiet, choosing to learn more by observing than having a big
mouth, at least right now.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
questing requiem: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 1 poynts damage ~*~The elven lad
focused very much on Girard, his story-borne fears easing as the man spoke.
Not long after the lad spoke up, "
Tesarik One: (19)
Lorin Blacklock: touch. Spent some time in the forge with Lady A'kana. I
know her work. You keep good company long-leg." Lorin was not exactly a
warm being, but he wasn't cold either. His voice, much like his personality
was simply gruff. One
questing requiem: Dae'lian sent me, he wishes to speak with you and members
of the heart. There .. isn't much to tell than that. " -d
Lorin Blacklock: thick little hand ran through the length of his beard as he
watched the movements of those around him.
of the heavens: Keeping her eyes on the messenger boy, Evangeline eased
forward with one foot. She looked him over, wondering the make of the
clothing he wore. Its sheen seemed like some of the materials that had
crafted her gowns, all silks from
Roguish Luck: The boy didn't have the look of any messenger from a
courrier's guild. Too delicate and pampered by the looks of his taste in
clothing. His attention was taken away as the Dwarf spoke up about A'kana. "I
keep her company when she
questing requiem: The boy sounded like there was more to tell, but neither
was he going to be forth coming with the information.. with Requiem. -d
of the heavens: Zyon, though she admittedly knew nothing about the quality
or expensive way of certain fabrics. -d-
of the heavens: "Who is Dae'lian?" She asked the boy, and extended a look to
Girard.
Roguish Luck: needs it of me, Little Lord..." There was a simple nod of
respect that followed as he stepped over to the man's table. He eyed the
chair and then pulled one from a taller table and sat in it for the time.
"What news can you bring of
Tesarik One: The ghost elf was not keen upon other makes of clothing save
for the near sheer magical fabric that she wore from her own people, but she
could tell the elf male was not wearing elven made clothing. But, that was
not surprising to
Roguish Luck: my friend? I haven't seen her since I picked up my order
last.."[d]
Tesarik One: her anymore, she'd lived in Navahla far too long by now to be
surprised at what people wore. She sipped her tea, waiting to find out where
and if an adventure was to be had.
questing requiem: " He's from Kir'Viir! " A fact that sounded like it
excited the young man, though he hushed a bit after a glance towards the
minstrel. " He has arranged travel with Port Union for ease.. and asked that
I stay in case there were ques
Lorin Blacklock: "Lorin, of the Blacklock clan." A small gesture towards
his own drink then to the man before him, the silent request that yet another
drink be brought for proper company. As one would expect, the aroma that came
from the tankards
questing requiem: tions. .. if you don't have more questions.. you should
get moving. Dae'lian eagerly awaits your arrival. " -d
Lorin Blacklock: was acidic at best. Bitchinbrew had that quality about it.
When Logen got his drink, Lorin slapped tankards and leaned back. "I just
left her company not half a day passed. She fares well, talks about some
frozen place to the
questing requiem: All those fearful, awkward looks his way from the messager
were beginning to make Girard wonder just what Dae'lian wanted with him.. and
course why there was fear at all. He knew Kir'Viir.. " I traveled Kir'Viir a
decade ago.. " And
Lorin Blacklock: north. Won't talk much after." He gave a shrug as he
heard the boy talk. "Seems we best be leaving." With a nod he downed his
drink and shot to his feet. Time for work, one hand adjusting the axe on his
belt in preperation.
of the heavens: Kir'Viir? She'd heard mention of that place rather quickly.
The bastard that broke in to the cottage wanted her to go there--to escape
Girard and his 'dark past.' Listening and watching between Girard and the
messenger, Eva's big
questing requiem: not long enough to be sight seeing.. and for good reasons,
ones he kept to himself. " I'll see what Dae'lian wishes then.. " Which then
prompted Girard to glance about the inne.. and .. " And the rest of you..
wish to join us? " -d
of the heavens: eyes had managed to reduce themselves to more of slits. Hm.
She'd of course be going along, and so didn't answer Girard--instead turning
her ear to the Logen's voice. She remembered it, letting her memory connect
with times past.
Roguish Luck: Well, Logen had patience and didn't care how pissed Maria
would be if he took a tankard with him. Logen stood to his feet with tankard
in hand. "My thanks, Lorin.." Tankard raised in a thoughtful salute and then
tipped back to take
of the heavens: Some put a face to a name. Eva put a voice with a face.
Crossing a small ways towards the door, she stopped at the table with double
tankards and smiled to both there. "Logen, I presume." Looking up his way,
but then down to Lorin,
of the heavens: "And you are, sir?" Her hand extended as if wishing for a
shake. -d-
Tesarik One: "Come along, Melethril." She spoke in ghost elven to her
familiar as she stood up, and downed the rest of her tea. She'd come
prepared, and adjusted her weapon and buckler, and headed for the door. No
doubt they'd be heading to Port
Tesarik One: Union.
Lorin Blacklock: "Lorin, of the Blacklock clan." While even shorter than
Eva, his hand was near twice as thick. Giving it a hard shake he would clap
her about the arm and turn to walk out towards the door with the others.
Roguish Luck: a few drinks of the brew. The tankard was lowered, leaving a
bit of flavor in his beard afterwards. After a cooling breath through pursed
lips, Logen eased himself of the bite from the spirits. Eva had his attention
for the moment,
questing requiem: Once he could tell with some level of assurance that he'd
succeded in what he'd come to accomplish the Messager looked around just a
little more, wiggled fingers at the tendress and proceded to head upstairs.
-d
Roguish Luck: a nod confirmed she suspected rightly of him. Girard then
spoke up in request and Logen nodded, following the rest out with tankard in
hand. Perhaps he could manage to take it with him and not be forced to spill
a drop...[d]
of the heavens: Grinning, Eva rubbed the hard grip of a feeling from her
hand and turned some from the table, lingering only long enough for accompany
Girard to the door and out.
questing requiem: Girard watched the elven lad head upstairs, turning away
to acknowledge those who appeared more or less ready to join them in heading
to Port Union.. then Mountmend. His attention finally fell on Eva and that
left the minstrel mov-
questing requiem: ing to catch up with the Aasimar. To Port Union it would
seem.
questing requiem: [ And Hold for DM post. ]
questing requiem: The walk to Port Union would be uneventual and after the
specifics were discussed.. the group would have their portal to their
destination: Mountmend. A City home to many elves and dwarves both, nestled
between forest and the Ballar
questing requiem: -i Ridgeback Mountains. Soon as the adventurer decided to
step through the portal, they would meet the man the Messager referred to as
Dae'lian. Clad in white, this peculiar specimen of elf-kind shared that lack
of color with his
questing requiem: hair and skin. Yes, Dae'lian was purely white.. a fitting
fact.. considering the elves among them were likely away of his name's
translation: Master of the White. -d
questing requiem: aware*
Roguish Luck: Logen tilted the tankard once more, taking another few daring
gulps of the Dwarven spirits. His facial expression betrayed him. He couldn't
help but draw in another cooling stream of air to quench the fire in his
mouth and throat.
Tesarik One: She stepped through, her large shaggy sainthound following, and
paused near the back of the group with a hand upon Mel's head. She was not
sure what they were sent to do, but as usual, she'd wait and see if more
information came to
Tesarik One: them.
of the heavens: Having traveled alongside Girard, giving many little looks
to Melethril along the way, Evangeline kept a smile though remained quiet.
She managed this even after crossing through the portal, getting a good look
at Dae'lian and his
Roguish Luck: He might as well have been drinking Poy'cheen like it was
water. Long-legged steps took him on through the portal, appearing before
Dae'lian with tankard in hand and an ugly look upon his face. "Sun-uva-bitch
that's rough..." The
Roguish Luck: saliva that had been demanded by the toxin he was drinking as
gathered and spat to the side, clear of striking anyone with it.[d]
of the heavens: snow white appearance, and having her mind running rampant
with million and one questions at once. Amazing really. -d-
Lorin Blacklock: Lorin chuckled, a first in any company, before giving Logen
a clap to the side. "It'll grow on ya." Lorin stepped out from the portal
and looked around at those gathered and what was before them. Elves.
Tree-hugging, flower-
Lorin Blacklock: talkin'-dancin'-prancin'....where the hell could he find
respectable company?
questing requiem: " Ah, finally.. you've all kept me waiting far too long..
especially you Lord Von Sirri. " The specifics of that would have to wait
while the white elf gave a look over the group gathered before his brillantly
white self. " Come,
questing requiem: come.. I'll make my request known once we are inside.. "
questing requiem: [ Those who desire may attempt a Knowledge: Nobility &
Royalty or Region: Rumeria check ]
questing requiem: [ or more accurately have the knowledge skill for it.]
questing requiem: [ Girard's Knowledge Check ]
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
questing requiem: ~*~ questing requiem scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: [+10 Int, +5 Knowledge: Nobility and Royalty = 24 ]
questing requiem: [ Due to Girard's peculiar memory issue the dc is twice
what it would otherwise be..and auto-fails. Anyone else? ]
Roguish Luck: The Northman looked down towards Lorin with a smirk. "Either
that or kill me.." Once the Old Man in White spoke up, Logen's brows knitted
together in a furrow before his eyes were planted upon Girard. "So the
Jongleur is a Noble
OnlineHost: Lorin Blacklock rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
questing requiem: ~*~ Lorin Blacklock scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Lorin Blacklock: (+5 = 13)
Lorin Blacklock: ("Noble Bearing" Profession)
Roguish Luck: Minstrel...?" Logen's smile turned in to a smirk. That was
something to laugh about but Logen managed to not. His eyes were then placed
back on Dae'lian.[d]
of the heavens: She heard Dae'lian speak it, Lord Von Sirri.. and while that
brought her pause, the fact hadn't connected fully until Logen was heard
saying what he did. A noble..? That had not really been brought in to their
conversations before.
of the heavens: Knowing Girard's disdain for his past and family, the topic
was one she let him put off to the side. Was the past coming around of its
own accord, now? -d-
Lorin Blacklock: Lorin gave Girard a look, one that bespoke of an
understanding, or perhaps something a little more than that. Lorin, for all
his gruff and stoic exterior, was in fact a noble. One, that unlike so many,
was not opposed to getting his
Lorin Blacklock: hands dirty. A low grumble of something as he ran his hand
once more through his beard in thought.
questing requiem: Girard did not appear to understand just why the title,
much less the word Von, had been used in regard to him.. " I'm just a
minstrel. " He stated to the elf and to Logen.. a glance Evangeline's way
told the simple fact: He didn't
questing requiem: have a clue.. which wasn't a strange occurance for Girard.

questing requiem: Alas the minstrel sought his answered.. and followed the
White Master into the abode he was beckoning them towards. -d
of the heavens: Eva's expression was, in all ways, one of confusion. When
Girard went to follow the white elf, she followed, too.
Tesarik One: She followed at the back of the group, along with her dog,
unsure of what was going on and still waiting to hear what task it was that
the adventurers had been called upon. A slight confusion was upon her
tattooed, pale countenance.
questing requiem: Their host did indeed beckon them on.. awaiting all of
them to enter his newly acquired home. Once the group was well within the
confines of the sparsely decorated abode.. he began to speak.. admist what
became clear was the start
questing requiem: of a spell. As what appeared to be echos of just moments
prior spread from the invoking elf. " Patience. " Stated simply as the spell
continued for several minutes.. bleeding slowly to the thirty minute mark
until a swirling vortex
questing requiem: was presented to the lot of them. " As I've been quite
brutally requested to do.. we will be viewing first hand what happened to
draw the last scion of Rumeria's lost Noble line.. to divorce from it and
with began a long line of de-
questing requiem: struction and tradegy in his wake.. if you will ..
Girard.. the Scion should be the first to trasverse time to that fateful
night.. do you not agree? " -d
questing requiem: " The rest of you.. what is requested of you is
different.. there is of course the mystery of how and why this occured..and
this is what you will be paid to discover. "
Lorin Blacklock: Lorin.....was not the most patient of sorts. (Flaw:
Impatient) "He does." Lorin, in all his dwarven nobility, grabbed Girard
and tossed him first through the swirling vortex.....then followed suit.
questing requiem: " Wait.. what.. " A moment of confusion was broken when
the dwarf grabbed him and quite successfully got the minstrel moving through
the vortex. The minstrel was through..
questing requiem: [ Once everyone is through I'll describe whats on the
other side. ]
of the heavens: Eva gasped, seeing Lorin shove Girard through as he did. How
mean! Giving a little glare to the stout dwarf she immediately went through
the vortex. -d-
Roguish Luck: A flux in reality was what got Logen here in the first place.
He wasn't too keen on the idea of just traipsing on through. Eyes went to
Indrila and then to the White Guy. "How long does this Gate stay open?"[d]
questing requiem: " Once the breach in time closes your companions will not
be returning without my aid. The longer you keep me on this side of it with
your questions, the greater the chance they will be lost. " -d
Tesarik One: "Wonderful." She stayed still, she knew not this man, nor did
she trust him. Putting her welfare in his hands was not something she wanted
to do. She still wasn't sure what was going on.
questing requiem: [ Everyone who hasn't entered the vortex - roll a
willpower check ]
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
questing requiem: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Roguish Luck: Feck. [ DC? ]
Tesarik One: 12
OnlineHost: Roguish Luck rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
questing requiem: ~*~ Roguish Luck scored 0 poynts damage ~*~[
Roguish Luck: [ If it's Mind Effecting 6, if not then 8 ]
Roguish Luck: [ Err, 7 and 9 ]
questing requiem: [ DC: 28 ]
Roguish Luck: [ Balls to you then. ]
questing requiem: [ Failure Means... ]
questing requiem: Failing to percieve and resist brought a rather unpleasant
factor of chronomancy into play. Instablity. The portal began to spark, the
vortex spinning faster, its influence growing outward rather than large, in
order to encompass
questing requiem: Dae'lian and those of the Heart remained in the present.
-d
questing requiem: [ And Roleplay continue ]
Tesarik One: (I'm confused. They remained in the present? As in, everyone's
gone but Indrila is left behind? Just making sure.)
questing requiem: [ Phrasing issue I suppose: Means those who hadn't already
entered are being drawn in ]
Roguish Luck: [ Sucked in to the wormhole did we? ]
questing requiem: [ Yes yes the stargate ate you. ]
Tesarik One: It seemed that she was being drawn into the vortex whether she
wanted to or not. Melethril as well, one hoped. She was not happy, she wasn't
normally happy, but she was far less pleased than her normal displeasure at
life and the
Tesarik One: world around her.
Roguish Luck: Well, shit. He had the mass to him so he was probably drawn
before Indrila was. His form was consumed by the flux, hopefully...hopefully,
he didn't spill his drink.[d]
questing requiem: The otherwise of the Wormhole brought with it the chill of
Rumerian Twilight. The five from the Heart and Dae'lian found themselves
outside a structure that by the sounds within must have been filled over its
reasonable capacity
questing requiem: with children. Their caretakers no doubt busy seeking to
rush them off to bed before the Von Sirri's curfew set in. " Once the land of
the Von Sirri's.. modern Rumeria lacks this sight. This orphanage was often
visited by the Last
questing requiem: Scion. You will see why this place..nor any trace of the
land around it is recognized in our time.. the Irregular's make good use of
it.. " As the elf spoke the five of you note a young man, within his first
few years of teenhood
questing requiem: pushing open a window in one of the darkened rooms and
scramling out.. falling on his way only to rush away without it seems ever
noticing any of you. -d
questing requiem: [ When you are ready.. Spot/Listen Check ]
of the heavens: (Spot)
OnlineHost: of the heavens rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
questing requiem: ~*~ of the heavens scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
of the heavens: (+10 = 21)
questing requiem: [ DC 15 ]
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
questing requiem: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 18
Roguish Luck: [ Listen ]
OnlineHost: Roguish Luck rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
questing requiem: ~*~ Roguish Luck scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Roguish Luck: [ 11 ]
OnlineHost: Lorin Blacklock rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
questing requiem: ~*~ Lorin Blacklock scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Lorin Blacklock: [5]
questing requiem: [ those of you who passed have your information. RP
continue. ]
of the heavens: Eva found her place near Girard, once thorugh the vortex,
letting her eyes linger forward to the sight presented them. Where they were
was beyond her--none of this familiar--though the movement of the young lad
from that window drew
of the heavens: her eye. Familiarity was there, his face very much one she
knew. Realization had her back straightening, and she took a pair of steps at
what followed. There was someone in the same room the young man left, a
servant, setting fire
of the heavens: to something there. Would she speak of this aloud? Not to
everyone. "Girard.. is this something of your memories? ... who is that, with
the torch?" Her hand gestured at the window. -d-
questing requiem: Smoke begins to waft towards the window open towards the
group.. a fire is spreading quickly igniting the refuse and discarded
clothing that fill the room. An Orphanage Aflame.. -d
questing requiem: [ Lorin may roll a Knowledge (Nobility & Royalty) check if
the servant is pointed out to him ]
OnlineHost: Lorin Blacklock rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
questing requiem: ~*~ Lorin Blacklock scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
Lorin Blacklock: (21)
Tesarik One: She watched, noting the child looked like the man that was with
them. They were viewing the past, so she made no move, nor spoke. Merely
watched, wtih a hand upon her familiar's head. When Mel began to move towards
the flaming
Tesarik One: building, she spoke in ghost elven, "Calm, Melethril. We must
not change the course of history."
Lorin Blacklock: Lorin's dark eyes moved slwoly around the area, following
the gestures or the vocal commands of those nearest him. One of his hands
resting on the familiar thick haft of the axe hanging on his belt. The other,
held by the thumb
questing requiem: If the minstrel knew.. he was not saying.. his green-hued,
blue glowing eyes focused in horror on the sight before him. Whether he
remembered the place did not matter.. he knew children lived there.. " NO! "
The minstrel could not
Lorin Blacklock: tucked behind his belt, twitched slowly. As if in
anticipation to eap up and touch the clasp upon his shoulder. When he saw the
servant, something clicked in the back of his mind. To most, he was a smithy.
Just another dwarven
questing requiem: stand idlely by.. awareness of changing anything
apparently had no factor in his thought process, he rushed for the opened
window. -d
Lorin Blacklock: crafter, but he was nobility. Little Lord, voiced by Logen,
could not have been more accurate. "Von Sirri, that one serves that
house." A nod towards the servant. -d
of the heavens: Having heard what Indrila said, seeing Girard dart off
towards the building had her wide-eyed. Eva took off after him, "Girard.. you
musn't!" She tried to catch up to him, to grab his arm or hand. -d-
Roguish Luck: Logen blinked for a moment before realizing the fire had taken
to the building. Damn it, he was going to have to drop his tankard. Hands
emptied and his legs set off after Girard. If Eva couldn't reach him, Logen
was going to take
Roguish Luck: him to the ground.[d]
Tesarik One: She called out in common then, "Stop! You must do nothing!" She
never raised her voice, doing so caused it to be very scratchy and hoarse.
She began to ready a spell to stop the man from interfering, but it seemed
the others were
Tesarik One: intent on stopping him as well.
questing requiem: Dae'lian watched the scene curiously as if unaware that
this was the way things had transpired for the minstrel back then. Noting the
minstrel and his allies attempts to stop him, he wound up very much in the
man's way. Despite all
questing requiem: this the fire-setting servant within had already left the
room in haste. -d
questing requiem: " How can you do nothing.. " Girard murmured, his progress
impended by the Aasimar he expected to join him.. and the elven priestess. "
How can either of you stand there and not do a damn thing to change this!?
... They don't make
questing requiem: it out... not a single one.. " -d
Tesarik One: "If that is how it is supposed to be, then it is how it is
supposed to be. Even the slightest change can totally change the future in
ways you cannot imagine. Change nothing. Watch, only. Then we will find out
whatever it is this
Tesarik One: elf wishes of us and we will go home."
Roguish Luck: Brows furrowed and then that gaze was set on Dae'lian ready to
skin his flesh while he drew breath. "What's the point of all this Old
Man?"[d]
questing requiem: While the minstrel was hindered, Girard looked far from
pleased.. even so the Nightsinger was strangely absent in her usual words to
of the heavens: "YOU made it out, Girard. There is nothing that can be done
here that is not done already.. " Having caught him, apparently, she'd secure
her hold on his arm, trying to reel him back from the distance that had been
traveled. -d-
questing requiem: bypass all sense and do what needed to be done to save
those innocents. Logen's words were far more noted by Girard than the
Priestess's..even if her words were very much correct. -d
questing requiem: " Either the journey will expunge guilt from the Scion..
or it will condemn him. How this effects Girard should not matter to you,
your job is to sort this all out. As this instance has been proven the man
innocent of the crimes the
questing requiem: survivors of those who once lived on this land pin on his
head. " The words meant two things.. one of which was that the whole of the
Von Sirri land burned that night. -d
Lorin Blacklock: "The man that set the flame was the Von Sirri servant. His
coat of arms was the skull and raven. Meanin' if I have it right, is that it
came from the head of house. That's where the guilt lay. Always does."
Tesarik One: "Sort what out? What is this Scion? You stand there acting like
you know what it is you are showing us, is this some game or trick? Why not
leave the past in the past. What is done is done." She folded her arms, not
at all happy.
Tesarik One: She nodded hearing Lorin. "Always."
Lorin Blacklock: "Aye." Pointed ear and pale or not, the two agreed.
questing requiem: " Sins of the Father fall on the Son. " Dae'lian's answer,
a simple one was all he provided before proceding with the next step.. and
the opening a new vortex.. whether it led home or to another era who could
say. -d
Lorin Blacklock: "That's a load of orc shit." Lorin looked to Logen, then
over the tall man's shoulder to the ponnel of the blade sticking up, then
back to Dae'lian. Then repeated it. "I'm thinkin' elf, that home...an' our
home best be where
Lorin Blacklock: that portal end."
questing requiem: Unless others still hindered his progress.. the minstrel
set off running for the newly opened means away from the horror filling the
air with acrid smoke. Having to deal with the ghosts of those orphans was bad
enough. Whatever lay
questing requiem: on the other side.. was a damn sight better - or so he
hoped. -d
of the heavens: Eva wouldn't hinder him leaving that place, because she
wanted to go, too! Having heard the words of Indrila, Dae'lian, and Lorin,
she kept a few new thoughts on the matter. Their observations were helpful.
Off through the vortex
Roguish Luck: All that Logen gave was a wolfish grin. He agreed with Lorin.
It'd only take Logen one shot and a split second to sever the ties the Old
Man had to the realm. He stepped after Girard. His fingers curled in to fists
once again,
of the heavens: she'd go, provided nothing stopped them. -d-
Roguish Luck: popping the fluids through ligaments in the motion.[d]
questing requiem: The elf rose a hand and motioned to the vortex provided..
" By all means, find out for yourself ,Little Father. " Setting his eyes on
the rest.. after Girard's run through. " Well.. ? " -d
Lorin Blacklock: Narrowed eyes and swallowed pride would carry him through
with the rest.
questing requiem: Where they stepped out they discovered it no more warmer
than the Von Sirri lands. In fact, this place proved all the more chilled and
harsh. The sounds of battle reached them even there, the lot of them
deposited on the edge of a
Tesarik One: She stepped through as well.
questing requiem: snowy cliff looking over .. the cause of those sounds.
They were close enough to make out a good many details.. the heraldy those
fighting.. and the tribesmen that fought them. Told the base description of
the Von Sirri heraldy it
questing requiem: was a simple matter to discern who those Vaekur-Pretenders
swore their allegiance.
questing requiem: [ Listen Check ]
OnlineHost: Lorin Blacklock rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
questing requiem: ~*~ Lorin Blacklock scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Lorin Blacklock: [10]
Tesarik One: "What is the purpose of this?" She snapped to the elf as soon
as she appeared overlooking a battle in a land she knew little to nothing
about. She reached out making sure Mel had come through with her.
OnlineHost: of the heavens rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
questing requiem: ~*~ of the heavens scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 11
questing requiem: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
of the heavens: (28)
OnlineHost: Roguish Luck rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
questing requiem: ~*~ Roguish Luck scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: 15
Roguish Luck: [ 18 ]
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
questing requiem: ~*~ questing requiem scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: [-2 Inattentive = 17 ]
questing requiem: [ those of you who passed have the info , RP continues ]
questing requiem: [ also anyone that knows Cold Tongue? ]
of the heavens: Hearing the sound of a voice, Eva turned her eyes across the
chaos towards the large frame of a man. He chanted, seeming to inspire those
of the tribe, but the tongue was unknown to her. -d-
Tesarik One: She knew not the language either, but glanced to the chanting
man, before turning to stare with a dipleased gaze upon the elf that was
taking them on this journey in time. "I said." she started, her voice a harsh
whisper, "exactly
Tesarik One: what are we supposed to be doing?"
questing requiem: What Girard lacked in focus he could make up for by
acknowledging someone who left an impression upon him. " Ovid.. oh Gods.. "
It didn't take long to pick out himself.. pointing out where the bastard
sword wielding, younger Girard
questing requiem: was situated.. then turning his focus to the elf alongside
the Priestess. " Give an answer you bastard, I do not care to relive every
tradegy I've lived through. " -d
questing requiem: " Expunge or Condemn. " Dae'lian motioned first to Girard
than to the battle below them. " This is the result of the Scions actions,
while he blamed himself for the fire.. the people blamed others. They called
for blood.. Zorcan
questing requiem: blood to be precise.. why they'd set blame of such
cowardly means of attack on the Zorcan I'll never know.. but the end result
is.. who led them to the campsite of the Zorcan? " -d
Tesarik One: "Why do we care? It is done. Are you wishing for us to condemn
this Heart member because of scenes from a past that none of us know if they
are true or manipulated? I will do neither." She shook her head, hand going
to the hilt of
Tesarik One: her blade. "We wish to return home."
Lorin Blacklock: Lorin looked out over the scene then back to Dae'lin. "I
would think showing us this is kind of like bragging. Maria, if I am not
mistaken, has two Zorcan in her employ, maybe more. I'm sure if her words
found them and told her
Lorin Blacklock: about you bragging on their people's blood hitting the
snow, might be yours does it next." Lorin hooked a thumb to the ghost elf,
one he thought he would least likely agree with, but had found middle ground
three times now. "I'd
Lorin Blacklock: listen."
Tesarik One: "I agree." oddly enough, and with a nod as she swept a pale,
tattooed hand towards the dwarf. "It is unbecoming, and only makes us think
that this is yet some dark scheme against the members of the Heart." She
smiled, just a little,
Tesarik One: but it was not a smile that one would like to see from her - at
all. "We wish to return home."
questing requiem: " You may think as you wish.. " Dae'lian answered, once
more providing the means to exit the scene before them. Yet another vortex.
-d
questing requiem: While others were intent upon the White Elf, Girard's
attention remained upon the battle they'd been brought there to witness. Ovid
was something he remembered clearly, someone the likes of Fenris reminded him
of.. without the songs
questing requiem: and poetry. Lifting his focus away from the source of such
great and painful sounds. " Lets see this little ruse through.. he'll get to
the point soon enough I wager. " -d
Lorin Blacklock: The axe that hung at his belt was in his hand, stocky
fingers making the haft creak as he closed his grip more. "Aye, that he
will."
questing requiem: He definitely wasn't going to comment on Lorin's words..
it was hard not to think Fenris likely to take his head along with the elf's
own. -d
of the heavens: Eva.. was unsure on most everything she viewed and heard,
and so remained quiet and at the minstrel's side. Wherever he'd lead, she'd
follow.. though the notion of going home was quite appealing at that point.
-d-
Tesarik One: She moved over towards the dwarf and leaned down, whispering as
only the whispery ghost elf could do, thne she rose to her full height and
frowned as she stared at the elf that was raising her ire on what felt like
some goose chase
questing requiem: [ through the looking glass then folks. ]
Roguish Luck: The chance given to the Northman to step through another
portal was taken. He didn't care to dwell within the history of another.[d]
Tesarik One: meant to cause issues between the team. They had enough of
their own without making them choose to condemn one of their own. "Yet again
I say, the past is the past." She moved through.
questing requiem: " Is the past.. just the past when it involves fellow
elves, I wonder.. " This time the voice did not come from their overly white
host. Still the scene before them was not their own time. Once more subjected
to a portion of the Min
questing requiem: strel's past it would seem. This time they were among a
number of elves passing them by..and in one instance - through them as they
led a bound , human, woman towards whatever destination they were off for.
When those elves began to
questing requiem: run, their captive pulled and eventually the rope she was
led by released as the knife-eared group ran on ahead in haste. Coming up
behind them was another group.. looking much the part of brigands, Girard
amongst them and not far
questing requiem: from his current age by all appearances.
questing requiem: [ spot checks, listen, what have you. ]
OnlineHost: Roguish Luck rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
questing requiem: ~*~ Roguish Luck scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
of the heavens: (Spot)
Roguish Luck: [ 20 ]
OnlineHost: of the heavens rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
questing requiem: ~*~ of the heavens scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
of the heavens: (17)
Roguish Luck: [ Either or. We'll go with Spot. ]
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
questing requiem: ~*~ Tesarik One scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Tesarik One: Spot - 12
Tesarik One: "It matters not who is involved. Elves ..." She spit to the
side. She had no use for elves, though she did not hate them quite as much as
the drow. Perhpas that was why she was giving their white elf so much hassle.
She did not care
Tesarik One: for elves by any means. She drew her blade, and held it
horizontally before her.
OnlineHost: Lorin Blacklock rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
questing requiem: ~*~ Lorin Blacklock scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
Roguish Luck: Logen didn't like anyone that wasted his time. At least there
was some fighting going on through out the adventure...though it wasn't him
swinging the reaping blade. Eyes fell upon those fleeing for their lives,
noting their twisted
OnlineHost: questing requiem rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
questing requiem: ~*~ questing requiem scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
questing requiem: [0..]
Lorin Blacklock: Lorin looked to Indrila and gave a nod.
Tesarik One: She nodded once back, and then leaned down to whisper in ghost
elven to her familiar.
Roguish Luck: and abominable forms. So he rode to trample out an obvious
demonic rite... Good for him. Ears also heard the hiss of steel and eyes
moved to look in it's direction. "What other story do you have for us Old
Man? Your time draws even
Roguish Luck: more nigh as long as this charade continues..." Eyes went back
to watch the riders approach the woman left behind.[d]
of the heavens: Evangeline watched all as it played out, trying to remain
the withdrawn, quiet observer, as not to interrupt this progression. While
the past was certainly the past, Girard's past was one she'd talk to him
about, eventually. All of
of the heavens: this left her with a bit of anxiety and confusion.. and
worry for him. -d-
questing requiem: Lucky old man had the benefit of being seemingly out of
sight. This did not mean that the elf's agitated words were not noted .. and
the voice of another heard alongside it. " It seems they've failed to fall
for your gambit Dirge..
questing requiem: your failure will provide Svadi and Verna a little sport
at last. " The landscape and people around them began to fade away, the
realization that they had been treated to a series of elaborate Illusions and
Phantasms no doubt appar-
questing requiem: ent by this point. While the members of the Heart had paid
their focus to Dae'lian and the illusionscape.. the source of the illusions
had been aiding another in
questing requiem: a ritual that now deposited them physically elsewhere. Not
that they were immediately any the wiser till the illusion faded completely.
Worse still.. for two of their number, the additional voice was a familiar
one.
questing requiem: To the Aasimar's keen memory it was the voice of Hector..
to Girard.. well that was another matter entirely. " ... Welcome home, my
son. Greysage has missed you I'm sure.. " -d
questing requiem: [ aaaaand.. pause scene. combat and such tomrrow or
whenever.. ]
questing requiem: [ - log off - ]