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Acacea · 11-03-07, 12:31 AM

Souls of a Lost Ancient - Sinthar's End - Campaign Finale

((Began a narrative on this ages ago that was considerably long, intended to swap perspectives from First and Second (Acacea and Triba) to cover both halves of the party, but never got past the introductions, which Acacea missed half of and thus are not in my log. Don't ask me why I started it in the present tense. It is difficult being properly descriptive with characters and places not your own - I don't stray from the logs or details not given to me. Ended up telling another one IC, still putting here for the sake of proper order of things. Reserved.))

Acacea.

I have deposited gold into your bank account so you can purchase some potions. There's a lot of activity in the Demon Mountains right now. On top of that, in the Demon tower there is a very bright orange/red/blue glow coming from the top floor. My Eyes see movement, thousands of troops; they hear mutterings, a Bloodwell is almost ready....

Buy some potions please, oh, and have a pie and a few drinks on me too. In fact... pack as many as you can... I mean that!

Her Blessings to you,

Plenarius Ashaley

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Acacea.

I hereby call upon your aid, and the aid of those that you might sway, to join in a direct assault on Sinthar Bloodstone's fortress in the Demon Mountains. 3 armies have marched from the Bloody Gate and Bloodstone himself is now striking out in a last desperate attempt for survival. Now is the time to defeat this sorry excuse for a human.

I have been summoned by King Ulgrid. Plans will be laid. Plans based on information and help that we have received from someone I dared not hope for. You will discover the truth of this and the reason for my summoning when we meet in Arnax. Head there immediately. I will arrive there as soon as possible with the fleet of Clan Ulgrid.

There is hope, Acacea. Spread the word to the strongest, and of those, only people you fully trust.

May the Great Gold grant you swift passage to Arabel and provide you with hope and the will to overcome this final battle. Have faith in him, yourself and your friends. Then we shall not fail.

Kobal Bluntaxe
Leader of the Runic Anvil

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A young halfling is sent sprawling out onto the gloomy streets of Arnax, tripping on her mad dash out of a portal from Dregar. With a quick hop she is back on her feet, dusting herself off and nodding a goodbye to the blue-robed elf that had accompanied her, before dashing off to the Demon Hole Tavern. Weaving through the people already gathered in front of it, she makes her way to slump against a wall under the eaves of the building, taking shelter beside a flame-haired elven woman and tanned halfling with braids woven around her head underneath the hat perched atop it, the latter in the middle of naming each of the people standing.

"...An elf with a greatsword and the most scrolls in Layonara..."

Pale green eyes look to the speaker for a moment at that, and then the elven face under the blonde hair creases in a grin of acknowledgement, the greatsword resting over one shoulder.

"...Daeron Lapdancer Stormcloud... The man with the mastery of the blade..."

A human mage in crimson robes sighs at the first mention, murmuring to himself, "I saw that one coming..." as a burlier man across from him nods with a grin at the second. The one referred to as Daeron seems decidedly less impressed.

"The dwarf with the strong axe..." The speaker moves on from looking at the bearded dwarf puffing up a bit with pride, to grin at another human, draped in dark robes and standing slightly apart from the rest. "The black one..."

Some buzzing from others arises as a few discuss whether or not the tag "Rufus Skull-Licker Coldfinger" is apt for the wizard, and if any skulls have indeed been licked. The older halfling continues on with, "The crazy witch mage... Toran's cape crusader over there..."

A few lean on staves or bows while jokes about each are exchanged here and there, as the red-clad priestess leans down to the panting halfling to whisper, "Glad you could make it, Acacea."

The reply comes with a grin and a breezy “Took the road with the view! No sweat!”

“And of course, Acacea the Wind Spirit Thistletongue, Legendary Potion Tosser!”

From where she is sprawled out beneath the eaves of the building, the last to be announced reassures those nearest her that she has indeed brought the mini-bar, while a few comment on their envy of Kobal for getting to sail out from the Ulgrid's underground dock. Just as the sorcerer with the queer marks on his arms is commenting that he has done just that once, and the many-braided halfling offers that the elf wasn't missing much anyway, Ulgrid dwarves appear struggling from the docks in the oppressive rain to aid a heavily armored shield dwarf in the transportation in something near four times his own size in length... A great dragon skull, with the sockets of its eyes and nostrils glimmering with the shine of emeralds and rubies aglow with strange magics.

One of the Ulgrid fighters nods grimly as they set it down, and clasps an arm briefly with the dwarf not of their own. "The rest is up to you, Kobal. Do us proud."

"Thank ye lads," he responds as they begin to take their leave, and adds just afterwards, "Wait fer us."

"We shall hold the ship here for your return."

11-03-07, 12:31 AM	#4
Acacea Gamemaster Characters Join Date: Jul 2005 Posts: 2,314 Thanks: 114 Thanked 569 Times in 279 Posts	Tales Never Finished Souls of a Lost Ancient - Sinthar's End - Campaign Finale ((Began a narrative on this ages ago that was considerably long, intended to swap perspectives from First and Second (Acacea and Triba) to cover both halves of the party, but never got past the introductions, which Acacea missed half of and thus are not in my log. Don't ask me why I started it in the present tense. It is difficult being properly descriptive with characters and places not your own - I don't stray from the logs or details not given to me. Ended up telling another one IC, still putting here for the sake of proper order of things. Reserved.)) Acacea. I have deposited gold into your bank account so you can purchase some potions. There's a lot of activity in the Demon Mountains right now. On top of that, in the Demon tower there is a very bright orange/red/blue glow coming from the top floor. My Eyes see movement, thousands of troops; they hear mutterings, a Bloodwell is almost ready.... Buy some potions please, oh, and have a pie and a few drinks on me too. In fact... pack as many as you can... I mean that! Her Blessings to you, Plenarius Ashaley ------------------------------------------------ Acacea. I hereby call upon your aid, and the aid of those that you might sway, to join in a direct assault on Sinthar Bloodstone's fortress in the Demon Mountains. 3 armies have marched from the Bloody Gate and Bloodstone himself is now striking out in a last desperate attempt for survival. Now is the time to defeat this sorry excuse for a human. I have been summoned by King Ulgrid. Plans will be laid. Plans based on information and help that we have received from someone I dared not hope for. You will discover the truth of this and the reason for my summoning when we meet in Arnax. Head there immediately. I will arrive there as soon as possible with the fleet of Clan Ulgrid. There is hope, Acacea. Spread the word to the strongest, and of those, only people you fully trust. May the Great Gold grant you swift passage to Arabel and provide you with hope and the will to overcome this final battle. Have faith in him, yourself and your friends. Then we shall not fail. Kobal Bluntaxe Leader of the Runic Anvil -------------------------------------------------- A young halfling is sent sprawling out onto the gloomy streets of Arnax, tripping on her mad dash out of a portal from Dregar. With a quick hop she is back on her feet, dusting herself off and nodding a goodbye to the blue-robed elf that had accompanied her, before dashing off to the Demon Hole Tavern. Weaving through the people already gathered in front of it, she makes her way to slump against a wall under the eaves of the building, taking shelter beside a flame-haired elven woman and tanned halfling with braids woven around her head underneath the hat perched atop it, the latter in the middle of naming each of the people standing. "...An elf with a greatsword and the most scrolls in Layonara..." Pale green eyes look to the speaker for a moment at that, and then the elven face under the blonde hair creases in a grin of acknowledgement, the greatsword resting over one shoulder. "...Daeron Lapdancer Stormcloud... The man with the mastery of the blade..." A human mage in crimson robes sighs at the first mention, murmuring to himself, "I saw that one coming..." as a burlier man across from him nods with a grin at the second. The one referred to as Daeron seems decidedly less impressed. "The dwarf with the strong axe..." The speaker moves on from looking at the bearded dwarf puffing up a bit with pride, to grin at another human, draped in dark robes and standing slightly apart from the rest. "The black one..." Some buzzing from others arises as a few discuss whether or not the tag "Rufus Skull-Licker Coldfinger" is apt for the wizard, and if any skulls have indeed been licked. The older halfling continues on with, "The crazy witch mage... Toran's cape crusader over there..." A few lean on staves or bows while jokes about each are exchanged here and there, as the red-clad priestess leans down to the panting halfling to whisper, "Glad you could make it, Acacea." The reply comes with a grin and a breezy “Took the road with the view! No sweat!” “And of course, Acacea the Wind Spirit Thistletongue, Legendary Potion Tosser!” From where she is sprawled out beneath the eaves of the building, the last to be announced reassures those nearest her that she has indeed brought the mini-bar, while a few comment on their envy of Kobal for getting to sail out from the Ulgrid's underground dock. Just as the sorcerer with the queer marks on his arms is commenting that he has done just that once, and the many-braided halfling offers that the elf wasn't missing much anyway, Ulgrid dwarves appear struggling from the docks in the oppressive rain to aid a heavily armored shield dwarf in the transportation in something near four times his own size in length... A great dragon skull, with the sockets of its eyes and nostrils glimmering with the shine of emeralds and rubies aglow with strange magics. One of the Ulgrid fighters nods grimly as they set it down, and clasps an arm briefly with the dwarf not of their own. "The rest is up to you, Kobal. Do us proud." "Thank ye lads," he responds as they begin to take their leave, and adds just afterwards, "Wait fer us." "We shall hold the ship here for your return." Last edited by Acacea : 11-03-07 at 12:34 AM.