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Post by Aidan on Dec 5, 2007 4:07:38 GMT
Lord Falzynne was still trying to figure out a way he could obtain the map. Waklan watched him anxiously.
"My lord, don't you find it a bit odd that they only showed a small quarter of the map?" Waklan asked.
"Not really," Falzynne answered. "Obviously they had something to hide. We just have to find out what it is. Quickly-my equipment."
Waklan handed over a sword and a shield.
"I understand the sword, but why the shield?" he said.
"Don't ask questions, just come on!" hissed Lord Falzynne, trying to hide his concern over the prowess of the fighter. But by the time they returned to the spot where they had met Anselm and Jahn, Anselm and Jahn were already far away.
Falzynne and Waklan noticed some horses nearby. They climbed onto the horses, much to the annoyance of the men who had stopped for a rest.
"Now, Waklan, we follow them," said Falzynne. "And when we are within range..." "We kill them?" "Don't be absurd. We can do so much better by simply...intimidating them." "I don't understand..." "I didn't expect you to. Image, my dear Waklan, is everything. Hopefully it is not too late to teach you that lesson." The two trotted slowly after the heroes...
Edit: Hi, it's me Alaric. Just cleaning up some character issues.
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Post by tom628 on Dec 7, 2007 2:07:30 GMT
Hope I'm not too late to jump in here.
Name: Tom "Hack" Marley Class: Fighter Race: Human Alignment: Neutral Good Weapons: Sabre, dagger. Key Items: Steel boots, hammer. Special Skills: Able to make small weapons, able to jump higher than most people, terrific balance, fast hands, quick, strong. Known Spells: None Party Skills: Skillful with hand-to-hand combat, but only if one of the parties involved is armed, very bad at completely unarmed combat, with no weapons involved in the entire fight, very clever. Strengths: Strong, quick-thinking, very powerful, generally intimidating. Weaknesses: Gets very angry, very quickly, prone to unnecessary violence when angry. Brief Bio: Mistreated as a child, eventually escaped and lived with a blacksmith for several years, learned the trade, left, opened up a blacksmith shop, taught himself how to fight.
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Post by Cläy on Dec 12, 2007 22:33:51 GMT
OOC: I shall say nothing about that character as I do not have the authority to approve characters or otherwise. See Alaric, I'm learning! IC: Jahn and Anselm continued on towards Mervaulx Abbey before Anselm stopped, a worried look on his face. "What?" grunted Jahn. "It's Sapphire," answered the priest, "we should go back for him." "Why? He'll live." "But we don't know where the others are, and neither does he. We can't just leave him alone out here." "Look Anselm, I thought you wanted to get to Mervaulx Abbey and get rid of this damned map." "I-I did," Anselm stammered, "but...you know..." Jahn shrugged. "Fine, whatever. Let's go get him. I hope he's not expecting a share of the profits, the amount of times we've taken him to a bloody doctor..." They turned around and began walking back to the town. Sapphire looked nervously out the window. Where was everybody? Jahn said he'd be back in a few hours, and that seemed like ages ago. And Sapphire couldn't just get up and look for them - his injured leg had seen to that. He was stuck waiting for someone to find him, not finding them himself. Unless... "Al acribah Naismith Jahn!" he said forcefully, using the tracking spell he had used before to find Jahn. He waited patiently to see through Jahn's eyes exactly where he was. Nothing. Hmm, he thought, must be in an area blocking magic. There was nothing for it. He lay back down, and tried to go to sleep. "Where's that fox?" Deck asked. "It couldn't have gone too far." "Does it matter?" Cornelius said, "we've got to find the others." "Oh, OK," Deck said. He reluctantly exited the alley. "So where would they be?" "How would I know?" asked Cornelius. "But I want to go to the local doctor, I'm running low on some essentials." The fox watched them leave. Free to change... A few seconds later a young woman stood where the fox had been. "That was too close..." she said to herself, "I'd best be more careful..."
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Post by The Master on Dec 13, 2007 0:20:06 GMT
While you're there, Alaric could you take a look at this one?
Name: Judas Volturnus Class: Specialist Wizard Race: Blue skinned Human – bred of ice, cold blooded, White hair, Blue eyes. Breathes steam effect even if it isn’t cold. Alignment: Mysterious Neutrality, will probably adapt to the circumstance and leave no-one confident in him. Weapons: Blue Dagger, Ice Staff. Key Items: Ice Staff, Black Cloak Special Skills: Can condense/freeze/boil/melt quantities of water due to a genetic quirk which will also turn his eyes white. Known Spells: Fog chant, Rain chant. Party Skills: Can trap steam into his cloak like a hot air balloon. Strengths: Thick skinned, in more than one sense, Insanely clever, quite quick with his staff due to manual labour work. Weaknesses: Doesn’t take very well to fire – or intense heat for that matter. Pessimistic, Absent minded. History: Surname stands for ‘Water God’ Previously, his family would have been revered for their ability to bring water to failing farmer’s cropfields. Now that legacy is one of slavery. Judas is the first to be born into captivity and seeks the crystal Oceana stolen from his father.
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Post by Aidan on Dec 13, 2007 4:10:05 GMT
Sapphire was having difficulty sleeping. The hours had passed since Jahn left him at the doctor's. Not to mention his leg was beginning to grow numb. Just then, he heard the sound of footsteps, and stirred cautiously so as not to injure himself any further.
"Who's there?" said Sapphire, summoning all the strength he could.
Meanwhile, Deck and Cornelius were still on the way to find a doctor.
"I say, Deck, didn't you think there was something peculiar about that fox?" said Cornelius.
"I dunno," came the reply, "it seemed like an ordinary fox to me."
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Post by Alaric on Dec 14, 2007 11:36:05 GMT
OOC: I shall say nothing about that character as I do not have the authority to approve characters or otherwise. See Alaric, I'm learning! Jeeze, Clay, it's a group effort. No need to be like that. OK guys, I think we should probably call a brief closure to adding new characters. Frankly, to quote a popular American sitcom, 8 is enough. IC: "I don't know," said Cornelius, looking back. "I've studied foxes in the past, and something about its behaviour..." "Listen, Corn," Deck smiled, "you need to lighten up. You've spent so much time with those boring sciencey books that you've got the jitters. Trust me, that fox was..." He stopped abruptly. "What's the matter?" asked Cornelius. "My bardic senses are tingling," Deck replied. "As if an important plot element had just rolled into play. Maybe you were right about that fox, Corn. We should go check it out." "Please stop calling me Corn," said Cornelius, following Deck back to the alley. "Excuse me, miss," said Deck, to a woman walking away from the alley. The woman jumped slightly, as if she'd been accused of something. "Y-yes?" "You haven't seen a fox go by here, have you?" "Oh...oh no, sorry. Haven't seen anything," said the woman, looking slightly relieved. "Flark," Deck sighed. "Come on, Cornelius. We've got to go fox-hunting." "Why the sudden change in attitude?" asked the physician. "Because I'll bet my lute strings that that fox has an important role to play in our quest. Bardic senses are never wrong, Corn." "Don't call me Corn," Cornelius frowned. "Besides, what do you mean, bardic senses? This isn't one of your ballads, Deck." "Don't call me Deck," Deck imitated. "My point still stands. Life isn't a story, you know." "Come on, Corn. I thought you were meant to be smart," Deck smiled. "Don't call me Corn!" Cornelius shouted after the escaping bard. The woman near the alley had left halfway through the conversation, but two important words remained in her memory. Fox hunting. SHe would have to be very careful indeed.
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Post by SherryAnn on Dec 15, 2007 0:25:58 GMT
The young woman waliked through the town slowly. She was feeling very peckish now, 'I'm not worried there's something very powerful...' She remembered what the two men had said earlier.
'If their trying to catch me, they better be careful... because I'll be-' She stopped. The hospital, there was something or someone in that building. She felt the fox spirit within her form stir... she had to investigate, and maybe she'll find some valuables. 'No, I shouldn't,' she thought angrily, 'I would never steal from anyone who can't fight back, there's no fun in that. But, I guess a little look won't hurt.' She snuck into the side and turned into a fox again.
"Now where is a hidden entrance..."
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Post by tom628 on Dec 15, 2007 4:11:33 GMT
Sapphire was waiting for a response to his question. He waited a moment, then asked again, trying to make it sound like he wasn't laying helpless on a hospital bed. he soon received all of the response he needed, as a hooded figure entered the room. "Larian!" shouted Sapphire. "Correct!" replied Larian, then mockingly added, "You're just so clever!" "Why are you here?" "Why else, you idiot, I know your helpless here, and I want to know where that priest is!" "I don't know where he is, he left me some time ago." "How inconvenient."
Vixie had just found a way into the building by sneaking in through an open window, and was sneaking from one room to the next. Soon she was outside of Sapphire's room, where she sensed the object or person of importance was.
"Now, wizard," said Larian, slowly moving her hand towards her dagger, "You must have some clue of where the priest could be." "I don't, don't you get that?" Larian pulled the dagger out and pointed it towards the wizard's throat.
Vixie carefully entered the room, trying to be as quiet as possible. Seeing what was going on inside startled her, causing her to back loudly against the wall. This caused Larian to look away from Sapphire for a moment. "A fox!" she screamed, wincing slightly and withdrawing the knife from Sapphire's throat. "Get is away!" She then ran out of the room and out of the hospital. Sapphire looked at the fox. "Thanks," he said, knowing that the fox wouldn't understand him, then was shocked when he distinctly heard the fox answer him. At that moment, Jahn and Anslem entered the room, not noticing the fox, but noticing the shocked look on Sapphire's face. "You alright?" asked Jahn. "I don't know." said Sapphire, and then explained to Jahn and Anslem what had happened. "So, Larian came, asked you where I was, and then the fox came and scared her off?" asked Anslem. "Yes." "I find that unusual." Said Jahn. None of them had noticed that the fox was still in the corner. A feminine voice broke the short silence after Jahn spoke, saying, "I don't find it that hard to believe." "The fox!" shouted Jahn, " Get it!" "Not again, " thought Vixie, and started to run as fast as she could. Jahn ran after her, leaving Anslem alone with Sapphire.
"Where do you think that fox could have gone?" asked Deck to Cornelius. " I don't know, but it can't've gotten that far." "What makes you say that?" "That fox didn't look like it could get that far in the few minutes it's been since we last saw it." "I see." Now, it just so happened that there was a young man walking down the same road as Deck and Cornelius. As the latter two had just finished talking, Deck walked into the man, who was absorbed in his own thoughts. "Watch where you're going!" the man snapped. "There's no need to be so rude!" replied the bard. "There is! I've just ripped my best shirt!" Replied the man, reaching towards his sabre. "There's no need for violence either," Said the bard, reaching for his rapier anyway. "There's just no reasoning with some people." Deck thought. They both drew their weapons. "I'd really rather not fight." said Deck, "I'm on a bit of a mission right now." "Oh?" "Yes." "And what would that 'mission' be?" "Let's just call it a treasure hunt." The man started to lower his sabre. "Have you any idea where the treasure is?" "Erm...No, not really, no." The man put his sabre back into its sheath at his hip. Deck did the same with his rapier. "Would you like to accompany us?" the bard asked. "Sure." "Fine, we are meeting a few of our associates soon, hopefully. The man that is standing right here is Professor Cornelius Ekhart Borminton." "Pleasure, Professor." "Call me Cornelius," said the professor. "Fine. Sorry about the big deal I made of us bumping into each other." "No problem," replied Deck, "Now let's go find the others."
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Post by Aidan on Dec 15, 2007 4:36:09 GMT
Sapphire, grateful that Larian wasn't around clutching that dagger, set off to find the fox. Suddenly, he came upon it. The fox was walking through the town.
"Hullo," he said calmly. The fox looked up at him, rather nervously.
"Don't hurt me!" she said.
"No, I won't do such a thing. I wanted to thank you again for saving me," Sapphire assured the fox.
Meanwhile, Deck and the others approached.
"Good work, Sapphire! You caught that fox!" said Cornelius.
"I promised we wouldn't hurt her," said Sapphire.
Just then, the fox began to transform. In its place stood a beautiful woman. She looked all around at the men.
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Post by The Master on Dec 15, 2007 19:44:35 GMT
OOC: Oh, and if anyone wishes to write Judas - He's a pessimistic , mysterious, Shakespearian character with a knack for not giving a straight answer! IC: The shadowed figure stood alone on the Doctor’s surgery rooftop. His cloak flapped in the wind as he breathed out smoke into the cold sky. Judas took a telescope from his belt and spied into an adjacent window. After some time, he stated, quietly but bluntly “No, it isn’t there.”
Judas stood alone thinking about were the fates would leave his next clue for his little little quest when a conversation from down the building edge.
"Watch where you're going!" One voice yelled "There's no need to be so rude!" Another voice proclaimed "There is! I've just ripped my best shirt!.” The first voice stated out loud. "There's no need for violence either." Replied the second voice.
‘Pitiful fools, their greed and violence shall be the end of them, one day’ the shadowy figure thought to himself as he stroked his brow.
"I'd really rather not fight. I'm on a bit of a mission right now.” "Oh?" "Yes." "And what would that 'mission' be?" "Let's just call it a treasure hunt."
Judas’s full attention was paid to the conversation. Where any old treasure may lay, his heirloom could be found. He listened in for more details.
"Have you any idea where the treasure is?" "Erm...No, not really, no."
‘Oh, the idiocy.’ The blue skinned man thought to himself. But he was convinced these suckers would lead him to the crystal Oceana. With it, he could perceive and control all the water for hectares instead of the simple water in the pitiful mile he was limited to now.
The voices had now moved further into the town. The shadowed figure lifted his telescope once more on the injured man and a fox, the hunters were approaching. He was surprised to see it transform into a young woman and decided to gain a better vantage. Judas jumped and hovered onto the building he was previously spying into. The observation continued.
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Post by Cläy on Dec 16, 2007 9:54:14 GMT
Jahn looked warily at the woman. "How did you do that?" Vixie smiled intriguingly. "Well, that is my little secret. Why should I tell you something like that when you have been chasing me with intent to kill?" "I wasn't going to kill you. They might have done, but..." Sapphire said, "Enough Jahn, I said we weren't going to hurt her." "...Fine. I still want to know what you're doing here though." Jahn said. Vixie said nothing, but continued to smile. After some minutes stonewalling, Jahn snapped. "OK, be like that. I'm off. Anselm - do you need to pray? Yes? You'd be better served coming with me." Anselm stuttered, "I don't need..." but faltered when Jahn winked at him and pointed to his bag. Understanding, Anselm nodded and followed Jahn away.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Anselm spoke. "Mervaulx Abbey?" "Yeah," Jahn grunted, "I'm sick of this damned map. Just give it to your bloody Abbot so we can all get on with life. As soon as we've done that...oh, hell." "What...?" asked Anselm. He didn't need to wait to find out - Jahn had spotted Lord Falzynne and Waklan riding towards them. "Hello again, my dear travellers!" Lord Falzynne called from his steed. "I wish to speak with you some more." "Then speak," Jahn said, "and make it quick." "OK then," Lard Falzynne said, "the map you showed me earlier - it was not complete, was it?" Jahn cursed inwardly - his desperate attempt had not come off. "No. You got me, good for you. I suppose you want a look at the rest of it, yeah?" "Please." Jahn acquiesced. "Fine. Anselm, your bag." The priest handed it over, and Jahn rummaged through it. One...two...three... "Oh hell. Anselm..." The two retreated from Falzynne. "What is it, Jahn?" Anselm whispered. "There's only three pieces of the map in there." Jahn said urgently. "WHAT? Give me a look..." Anselm took the three pieces and inspected them. "It's the last quarter which is missing," he said, "perhaps if I just explain we lost the last piece..." "OK, you do the talking then. This guy makes me feel uncomfortable." "Well, he is the leader of Daskan after all..." "Is that supposed to cheer me up?" Anselm ignored him, and walked back to Lord Falzynne and Waklan. "Here is the rest of the map...that we have. It was torn into four pieces, but it appears the last has been pilfered from our possession. Rest assured, if we did have it, we would show it to you." Lord Falzynne took the pieces. After a few minutes, he handed them back. "Thank you, gentlemen, and godspeed." He rode off. As Waklan followed behind, Lord Falzynne said, "You know, Waklan, if that was a map to great riches and treasure, it didn't give many hints to its whereabouts." "But Sir, they said they'd lost a piece. Maybe that piece would complete the puzzle." "I would most definitely say so, Waklan. But the problem now becomes finding who has that last piece and getting it off them. Well...getting it off them shan't be too hard..."
Anselm and Jahn watched them leave. "Shall we continue?" Jahn said. "Yes, let's please," Anselm replied, "the sooner the better for mine." He walked ahead. Jahn followed behind, checking the pockets of his cloak. Yes - the last piece was still in there. He knew he had made a target of himself, but it was worth the risk.
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Post by Alaric on Dec 16, 2007 11:25:42 GMT
Meanwhile... "Look, let's make things perfectly clear," said Deck. "Nobody here wants to kill anyone else, right?" "Right," Sapphire answered. "We're all friends here, right?" "Right." "And we're all calm, no one's going to run someone in with their sabre, or turn into a fox...sorry, vixen and run away, ok?" "OK." "Look, it would really help if someone other than Sapphire answered." "Alright," said the man in the ripped shirt. "Just so long as there are no further insults to my person," he continued, frowning at the bard. Can't we have at least one fighter who doesn't want to kill me? Deck thought. "And how about you, Miss...?" "You can call me Vixie," the woman replied. "And...I don't know...promise you won't hurt me?" "On my heart," Deck smiled. "And believe me, the heart of Deckrin Daemaus takes promises very seriously." "Forgive me, sir," said Cornelius to the fighter, "but I don't think you gave us your name." "Marley. Tom Marley. Call me Hack." "Now there's a name that inspires confidence," Deck whispered. Vixie laughed slightly, reminding Deck that, with a vixen-woman about, he'd have to be careful what he said under his breath. "Right then, let's make sure we all know who's who," he said, pointing at members of the group. "Sapphire, Cornelius, Hack, Vixie, Deck. Everyone clear?" The response was positive. "Right. Well, aren't there a lot of us? As the old saying goes, there's nothing more suspicious than a large group of people." "I've never heard that saying before," said Sapphire. "Erm, old bard saying. I know, let's split up. Cornelius, Hack and Sapphire can go look for Jahn and Anselm, and Vixie and I will go...to get disguises! Yes, that's it! So we don't get recognised by more assassins." "Assassins?" Hack raised an eyebrow. "You never mentioned that." "Ah, yeah, erm...sometimes people will try to kill us. That's quite important, actually." "In that case, Cornelius and Vixie should get the disguises, and the rest of us should find your friends. They'll be safer here." Yeah, but I won't be, Deck thought. Just because I've got a weapon doesn't mean I'm any good with it. "Alright," he groaned. "We'll do it your way." But if anyone tries to kill us on the way, I'm leaving. For good this time!
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Post by Father Austin Purcell on Dec 16, 2007 22:29:15 GMT
Every morning, at exactly 5:00 without fail, Brother Gerard would rise from his sleep in his little chamber at Mervaulx Abbey and wash. At exactly 5:05, he would change into his clean habit, and proceed to one of the smaller chapels branching off from the Abbey Church. At 5:10 he would proceed to say a short mass, and exactly fifteen minutes later he would make his way to the Muniment Room.
The Muniment Room was the most secure room in the Abbey. Guarded by a thick, heavy oak door, secured with no fewer than seven locks, it was the place in which the Abbey stored it's valuables. Deeds, money, silverware, books, and other important documents were all kept under lock and key in the Muniment Room. And Brother Gerard was responsible for the security of the Muniment Room. With the obvious exception of Abbot Perceval, he was the only monk to posess a full set of keys to the chamber.
The sun had risen earlier than normal today, and the cloisters were bathed in a golden light which seemed almost surreal given the time of day. Brother Gerard was unconcerned about the time, however; he hummed to himself as he made his way to the Muniment Room for his day's work.
Humming and singing any tune other than a hymn was forbidden within the walls of the Abbey, but Gerard didn't care. He was, with the exception of the Porter and the Cellarer, the only one up and about at this hour.
He climbed a short flight of stairs and arrived at the Muniment Room as punctually as he always did, and removed his large set of keys from his belt. He began to turn the key in the first lock.
"Tra-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la..."
He moved onto the second and third. "Tra-la-la-la..."
The seventh lock clicked, and Gerard slid each of the latches across in turn. "Pom-pom-pom-pom..."
He entered the room and threw open the little window which looked out onto the cloisters below, then closed the door. He pulled up his chair and sat down at his desk to commence with the paperwork. He was so engrossed in it, he didn't notice the cloaked figure emerge from the shadows behind him until Larian thwacked him around the back of the head with a rather heavy candlestick.
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"That," said Anselm proudly, "is Mervaulx Abbey. And about time too, I hasten to add."
The priest indicated the huge monastery in the valley below. Dominated by it's elaborate church, the Abbey made an imposing sight.
"It's surrounded by a wall," said Jahn bluntly.
"Of course. We enter by that gatehouse there," said Anselm quietly. "Or rather, I do. The Porter won't allow you entry, seeing as how you're not a member of the clergy."
Jahn twitched slightly. "If I can't come you're not going in."
Anselm sighed. "I think I might have a spare habit," he said at length. "But if anyone asks, you're a novice from Teras Priory coming to Mervaulx to recieve tonsure."
He rummaged through his bag and produced a long black robe. "Go change into these," he said, handing them to Jahn.
And while you do that, the priest thought, I'll think of a way to get that last piece of map back off you, you bloody thief.
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Post by Aidan on Dec 17, 2007 0:03:02 GMT
Jahn pulled on the black robe. Once he had secured it around his waist, he quickly rejoined the others. Anselm said nothing; he was deep in thought.
Hmm, how to get that piece of the map out of his possession?
"Quick, Jahn! Look over there!" yelled Anselm.
"Very funny, Anselm. I know what you're trying to do! You're trying to get that piece of the map!" snarled Jahn.
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Post by Cläy on Dec 17, 2007 1:00:04 GMT
OOC: What 'others'? As far as I know, the only people there are Jahn and Anselm. Deck, Sapphire, Hack, Corn ( ) and Vixie are all still in the town being spied on by Judas. If I'm wrong let me know. IC: "So what if I am?" said Anselm defensively. "I need the whole map, don't I?" "Yeah...and why do you think I took that last piece? How did you figure out I had it anyway?" Anselm chuckled softly. "Simple logic, something I don't expect you to understand. You see, besides myself, you are the only person to have touched my bag since I retrieved the torn pieces. So it follows that if the map isn't in there, it must be in your possession. I will admit though, that your thievery did serve purpose in hiding the important part of the map from Lord Falzynne. I dread to think what he may have done with the full map." "OK, fine. But I repeat we are not giving, but showing. Are we clear?" "We're clear." "Good. Now get us inside here." Anselm strode up to the ornate doorknocker, and thudded the door twice. There was no answer, but the door opened of its own accord. Jahn started, but Anselm held his arm - "That is supposed to happen." They walked inside. Judas watched the group splitting up, and chose his moment. Cornelius and Vixie were walking along the street looking for something to sufficiently disguise the party. "Why do you need a disguise anyway?" Cornelius asked. "What?" "You can turn into a fox. Isn't that disguise enough?" "Well, yes," Vixie said, "but I can't exactly wield weapons as a fox, can I?" "True," admitted Cornelius, and they walked on. Judas leapt from the building and landed deftly in front of them. Vixie screamed. "Easy there..." Judas said soothingly. "I haven't hurt you...yet." "What do you mean, yet?" Cornelius challenged. "Well, a bit of this, a bit of that, a bit of the other really." Judas said. "I just want some information." "Pertaining to...?" "Treasure." Cornelius stepped back. "What sort of treasure?" "Well, let's say you've...heard of it." "Oh, that treasure. So what do you want then?" "Why are you looking for it?" "Me? I'm getting paid for some treatment I gave the bard when he was poisoned. As soon as I get my trobs I'm out of here." "Right then. I daresay I could help you and your compatriots in your quest. Shall I be allowed to join?"
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Post by tom628 on Dec 18, 2007 3:04:32 GMT
"So, let me get this straight," Said Hack, " There's a treasure that you're looking for, there's a map with this priest and fighter that leads to the treasure, we haven't a bloody clue were they are, there's more than one person that wants the map apart from us, and there's people trying to kill us." "That just about sums it up, I suppose, yeah." Said Sapphire. "So where could we even begin to look for them?" asked Tom. "I get the distinct feeling they're going to Mervauix Abbey." Said Deck. "And why is that?" inquired Hack. "That's the direction in which they set off." replied Deck. "Alright then," Said Sapphire, " To Mervauix Abbey!" They started walking, then Hack turned towards Deck. "Deck, may I see your rapier?" he asked. "I don't see why not." Deck replied, as he handed it to Hack. "I could tell you one reason why not," Muttered Sapphire. "Oh?" Said Tom. "Well, you did almost try to kill him, you know." "True," he agreed, and went back to examining the sword. "No, it couldn't be..." "What?" asked Deck. "I think I may have seen this before. Did you, by some chance, buy this from a blacksmith named Yeste?" "Yes. How did you know?" "He leaves an ornate diamond carved into the hilt, always." "How do you know that?" "I was his apprentice for a few years. He taught me how to create a signature. It's a great thing to know should you get your own sword confused with someone else's." "What's your signature?" asked Sapphire. In response, Hack handed Deck his rapier, and drew his sabre. He slid it in his hands till he was holding the knuckleguard in one hand. He then pointed to the engraving in the base of the blade, which was a leopard with teeth that formed the letters T, H, and M. "I see how that could be useful." Said Deck, insightfully. "Wait, so you're a blacksmith?" asked Sapphire. "You ask a lot of questions. But, yes, I am, to some degree." "Deck, didn't you want arrows?" "Yes, but I doubt he has the materials with him." "The materials are around us." Said Hack, gesturing towards the trees, "Oh, and I also have a few pieces of wrought iron in my shoe. You know, helps keep my foot arch up." "How are we going to get the wood from the trees?" asked Sapphire. "I dunno, you're the wizard. Don't you know some "Chop wood" spell?" "No, although a sleeping spell may cause the tree to fall over or something." "Do it." said Hack, as he took out his dagger. Sapphire said an intense incantation under his breath, and the tree slowly started to tip until gravity finally got the better of it. Hack then pulled a part of it off with his dagger, shaped them into shafts, and gave them to Deck, telling him to try to find some feathers, or something of the like. He then removed his boot, pulled several pieces of iron from it, and hammered them into arrow-tips. Then Deck returned with the completed shafts, Hack attached the tips, and presented Deck with 15 new arrows. "It's the best I could do," he said as he gave them to Deck. "Do I owe you anything?" Deck asked. "No, let's consider it an apology gift over that mishap earlier." And the trio set off towards Mervauix Abbey, not aware of how close they really were, and what was going on there.
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Post by Aidan on Dec 18, 2007 5:09:39 GMT
When they arrived at Mervaulx Abbey, they could see the colossal wall.
"There must be some way to get past this wall," said Hack. "I'd say blow it up, but dynamite hasn't been invented yet," replied Deck. He rubbed his chin, contemplating.
At last, he cried out: "There's a weak spot on the wall! It's been crumbling away due to old age!"
Soon the air was filled with the sounds of axes tearing down the wall. When at last the wall was taken down, everyone proceeded to the entrance.
"Hello?" called Deck as the group made their entrance. There came a shout, and soon several noblemen entered the room, each carrying a sword.
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Post by Alaric on Dec 18, 2007 11:25:49 GMT
OOC: Just want to clear some things up regarding Bardic Senses. I know at the moment their purpose isn't clear, and that's my fault for not including it on the character sheet. But please don't use them as a plot device to get characters from A to B. They're only intended to be vague 'feelings' Deck has, i.e. non-informative shudders that are caused by events in the world around him. One of the issues Deck was going to have was what had caused that last one. Was it really Vixie, or something far less pleasant? I don't want to explain them yet, because I've got ideas for a major turning point later on that includes the reasons for them, but I'm just asking you players, please, don't just use them for plot convenience.
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tom628
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Post by tom628 on Dec 19, 2007 1:38:44 GMT
OOC: Sorry about that. Fixed it up. Also, as an idea, could we try not to break the fourth wall? Firstly, It doesn't do much, and secondly, In this time period, I don't think that the fourth wall existed. Just a suggestion.
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Post by Cläy on Dec 19, 2007 3:51:28 GMT
OOC: Jahn looked at the audience and said, "Tom raises a good point." Seriously, I haven't seen many (if any) posts that do so. Maybe the dynamite line above, but not sure about any others... Will try not to anyway. IC: "This place is creepy," Jahn muttered to Anselm. "Is it? It seems normal to me." "Yeah, but you're actually a member of this religion." "True." They shuffled on, careful not to make any sound. Suddenly, Anselm threw out an arm. Jahn stopped, confused. "What...?" The priest motioned for silence. Lowering his voice, he said, "This is the Muniment Room. All of Mervaulx's most prized possessions are in this room. If Abbot Perceval is in this abbey, he will be in this room." "And what if he isn't in this abbey?" "Then we will have to find Brother Gerard - you know, the one who met me in that tavern." Jahn stopped. "You mean the one who summoned you and made you go on your stupid 'quest'?" "...Yes, him." Jahn let this slide, and waited for Anselm to do something. Anselm paused, then knocked on the Muniment Door. When there was no response, he slid it open and stepped inside. Jahn followed. "Abbot Perceval?" Anselm called - not too loudly, for fear of invoking St Geroge's wrath, "Brother Ger-" The words died in his throat as he saw the sprawled form of Brother Gerard on the floor, with his normally neat paperwork strewn along the desk. Jahn knelt down and listened hard. "Breathing," he said bluntly, "but barely. If you want him to live we'll have to get him to the doctor at the last town and quick." "Isn't there a nearer town?" Anselm said, harried. He fumbled for the map in his bag. Finding it and looking at it, he asked, "What about..." "I'll take that, thank you." Larian appeared, and snatched the quarter of the map Anselm had been holding from his hands. "I must admit gratitude, priest, for if you had not recovered this, I would have had to kill you." "That's only one piece of the map, you witch!" Jahn snarled. "And I thought you wanted to kill Deck - I can sympathise, incidentally..." "Oh no, it was never about that fool Daemaus. It was always about the map. And now I have one part, the rest shouldn't be any problem. Hand them over." Anselm had gone pale. He backed up slightly, shaking his head. "I said, hand them over, priest." Anselm could not do anything. "Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu..." "Hand..." Larian took her dagger out, "them... over!" "OK," snapped Jahn, "we're not giving them to you. You can have that piece, I don't care, just get out of here." "Now, Jahn Naismith, I thought you knew me better than that. I can't leave with only part of my quarry. Tell you what, you can keep the map, but I get the priest." Anselm let out a moan. Jahn stopped, and chewed his lip, considering the offer. For want of something to do, he took out his sword and twirled it randomly. It was at that moment that a large thud could be heard elsewhere in the abbey. "OW! Careful, Hack..." Larian twisted - "What was that?" - and Jahn took advantage of the distraction. He hurled his sword at Larian, striking her in the arm. She shrieked in pain - Jahn took the map fragment from her, picked up Gerard's prostate form, and carried both he and Anselm out, running blindly. He almost bowled over Sapphire as he ran, but didn't stop to apologise. Running out into the forest, he didn't stop until he judged they were sufficiently shielded from the abbey by the trees. "What just happened?" Deck asked. "I don't know, and I don't want to know," Hack said simply, "but look at this!" Larian's arm had been speared into the stone wall from the force of Jahn's throw. Breathing heavily, she said only one word. "Daemaus..."
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