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I just wanted to touch bases with my Layo family... Due to some RL work and personal things I'm taking a short break until January 1st. I may still be in the forums between now and then, and will continue working through the current CDQ I have going, but in-game quests will have to resume in the new year. Thanks for your support and understanding guys and gals... I will be back. :-)-Rave
A thin woman is thrown into the Vehl street through the open doorway of the “Sheets in the Wind” tavern. A burly half orc grins at her as he follows through the swinging doorway. “Youse wants to beez out on your ownz darling? You not lasted long withoutz the Fat Man’s good grazes.” He ownz youse.” As the sound of a child crying through an open upstairs window reaches them he grins and two broken tusks protrude over his lower lips and he chuckles dryly. “You wantz youse meat sack back? Then dooz youse job. Giveze the client lovez and getz the item…. or I be eating goodze. *He jerks his thumb towards the window suggestively and licks his lips. He draws closer, slaps her hard, and goes back into the tavern. The woman drags herself to a streetlamp in tears.//This will be going to calendar for in-game quest very soon. No forum work required. All investigation and roleplay will be in game for this one. If you are inclined to do so, you may post to set yourself up for the ingame session and extra quest reward will be granted for posting.
The clerks and accountants for the Angel’s Guild begin to make some disturbing reports to Ferrit. Some of the institutions and individuals that the guild maintains lines of credit with have reported being contacted by agents of an unknown financial broker who is seeking to purchase Angel’s Guild debt at a significant discount… essentialy coin on the spot for accounts receivable. Due to the liquidity of guild accounts and assets and no overdue payments, there is no indication of any transactions actually being made.
There is a scream in the night... not an unusual event in the warren of dirty side streets in the slums of Fort Vehl, but soon there is more commotion. A thug comes out of an alley scratching his head and looking confused. He motions to a couple of other dirt bags on the corner and says "Never thought I'd hear meself say this... but, go get the constables. This is bad for business.”A couple of hours later two constables are loading a body into a cart. The canvas wrap falls back from the upper torso and there is a gasp from the nearby crowd as the light from a gas lamp shines onto a body with no face. The head looks like a smooth skin wrapped egg…as if someone took a magical eraser and wiped everything clean.Rumors begin to spread. Some say disease, some say an unknown boogeyman is prowling Vehl. Nobody has any real answers though.
Connor looks up from the book he was reading and lays it on the long couch resting in front of his fireplace. His eyes seem to be looking into the distance, unfocused and unblinking, looking at something only he can see. He senses a familiar presence walking into Layonara through a portal that opens and closes within seconds… a very powerful Pit Creature named Dalianavera. She is somewhere in the vicinity of Center.-------Close to midnight in an outlying section of Center, white lines of pure Al’Noth spider web out from a point on the ground. There is a sharp shockwave and thunderclap, then a well formed and apportioned female in green scale armor appears in a crouched position with her right hand on the ground. A long barbed tail swings back and forth, small bat-like wings peek out of her cloak, and small horns protrude through her raven colored hair. Nobody sees her as she quickly disappears into the darkness and shadows. She knew she had to move fast… the one who walked the planes in this world would know she was here.-------Vincent was fast asleep after a long night of drinking and boasting at the Bullseye. Like most nights he was haunted by dreams of the Pit Creature. His body still felt the ache of her touch... and his heart of her absence. He tossed and turned… sweating. He dreamed that she was caressing his skin, breathing whispered words into his ear. He suddenly sat up in bed, jerked awake by some premonition of something amiss. In his dark room he could see white curtains illuminated by moonlight and fluttering in a light breeze. The window was wide open. He was sure it was closed and locked when he went to bed. For some reason his back was now very sore… as if he had pulled several muscles. He tells himself he was probably sleeping at a bad angle and quickly forgets it. He hears a short thunderclap in the distance and thinks it strange, as the night sky is clear and full of stars.-------Connor notes that the portal opens and closes again near Center not long after the first event. He cannot sense anything further after this.
Continued from Anomaly in the Al’Noth - Falls ForestAs Lola paces the perimeter, she is sickened by the absences of her gift. She cannot sense anything. The irregular throbbing and pulsing of the anomaly quickens her heartbeat. Although she is pretty sure it is just her imagination, she feels as if there is some type of vacuum sucking the Al’Noth from everything. The nearby plant life even looks less vibrant, dull almost. As she walks around a tree and the anomaly is out of sight for a few seconds, things become… *Dramatic pause* interesting.There is a deafening crack of lightning and thunder, and as she peeks around the tree shards of wood fly in all directions as dozens of lightning bolts emit from the disturbance in all directions. Trees are ripped in half by the energy. A wave of salty water erupts from the core of the pulsating field accompanied by a strong gust of wind as it suddenly expands and winks out of existence with an abrupt sucking sound. Lola is nearly swept away by this sudden flash flood, but manages to grab a small sapling and haul herself partway up its shaking trunk. A few minutes later the waters have subsided and a large armored fish with sharp teeth, a species never before seen on Layonara flops helplessly on the now muddy forest floor. She can feel a rush of Al’Noth back into the void as her gift returns. She shakes her head in astonishment at the event and spits out some salt water. She thought she glimpsed a ropelike extension from the disturbance just as it disappeared. She cannot be sure though.
Reports begin to trickle into Bydel Castle. None have been confirmed as of yet, but several witnesses are being debriefed by authorities. Rumors indicate that some type of wild magic disturbance suddenly appeared in the Falls Forest, accompanied by a hurricane strength gust of wind and large chunks of ice falling out of the sky. After a few minutes it winked out of existence.
General Discussion / Witchdoctor Productions Presents: Something not Forgotten **ALL PLAYERS PLEASE READ**« on: September 19, 2015, 05:54:32 pm »
Everyone, this is just a quick notice!GM Tanman is running an event tonight. He is one of our time zone challenged GM's due to location in the real world in relation to the majority of the player base. Although I cannot make it myself due to spending my alotted Layo time in quest earlier today (Wife Enforced)... I want to take this opportunity to reach out to all of you and personally urge you to take a little time out of your busy RL, if you have it available, to take part. He is talented and you will not be disappointed.The more GM's we can keep active and engaged, the more there is for all of you to experience in this beautiful role-playing world. We are making an attempt to put many more events on the calendar, and player involvement is the largest motivator for us on the GM side of things. We need you as much as you need us! :-)-Rave
Rumors circulate through some circles that disturbances in the Al'Noth have begun to appear and disappear randomly. Those "in the know" have been advised to keep their eyes open for them as they can be unpredictable and dangerous...
//If a player finds AND repairs one of the anomalies; let me know via an IC post to this thread describing the harrowing event. It will be worth 1 fortune point.
Sally Jayne Frufru, a modeling recruiter from Port Hempstead, will be hosting an amateur fashion show in Center at the Bullseye hoping to "score" new and upcoming talent. Can you shake your hips? Do you have mad tailoring skills? Do you have full, beautiful, puffy lips screaming for the newest shade of red? Then enter and see if you can win! Drinks are half price for ladies.... perhaps even for feminine looking men! //Judges will cast ballots by dice roll for fairness. Winner will receive a pretty hefty lump of coin. Lots of RP potential... and quest reward!
Just an FYI... We had a large windstorm in the Seattle area over the weekend and I'm swamped at work... so there may be some delay in responses, ongoing IRC RP, etc. I do not anticipate having to reschedule anything though. So, if you're waiting for a reply, I'll get to you as soon as I can. Thanks for your patience.-Rave
« on: August 16, 2015, 01:02:49 am »
...their packs and bags stuffed with rough sapphire. After a long journey to Black Ice Isle, running battles with the local goblin tribe, and exposure to bitter cold, they returned victorious, pretty much in one piece, and a lot wealthier than when they left.
Bring your Pickaxes and Chisels!!!!
Dillon, the “Great Merchant of Port Hempstead” will be trekking to the Bullseye in Center to offer a very lucrative mining contract! No written notices! The details of the order will be presented in person and mining teams and companies will have 14 days to complete the order… no more, and no less!
100,000 True! You heard correct…. 100,000 True! Come one, come all! //This will be a RP only session and will be on the calendar. Expect about no more than an hour or so. If miners begin working on this immediately after the RP session though, expect all types of baddies to cross your path when you’re out there in “there them hills.” Expect to get beat on…I'm going to be sticking around in GM mode for several hours. Quest reward will be given to those who are working on the order for the entire time I am online.1, 2 , or even 3 players WILL NOT be able to accomplish this task. You may not even be able to carry everything with that many people! You will need a full team working in cooperation. An in-game session will be put on the calendar to turn in your goods and collect you’re reward 14 RL days after this quest is initiated.The Key word here is "Teamwork." It will make you, or break you.
There will be tasks for all levels of players.... 1st through Super Epic!
*Note: I adjusted the time a little later due to a conflict with my schedule.
Hasim whipped out his scimitar as the flap of his beit al-sha'r fluttered open, facing the newcomer who now framed his doorway… sand from the raging sandstorm blowing into the tent. Hasim’s cat-like stance was obviously that of an expert bladesman. Through his parched lips the man begged forgiveness for his intrusion and asked for shelter.The Law of Diyafa required that Hasim show hospitality to the stranger. In the hostile and unforgiving environment of the desert strangers and travelers did not often cross his path. Although cautious, he invited the man inside and prepared the first cup of coffee.'Al Heif' was poured: The first cup of coffee to be poured and tasted by the host to let the guest feel safe.'Al Keif' was poured: The second cup of coffee to be poured and tasted by the guest himself.'Al Dheif' was poured (The cup of the guest)… the third cup of coffee, to be drunk by the guest.After this, the stranger told a wild tale. He explained that he was a mercenary and was part of a company that had taken a complex of caves rich in ore. They dug too deep though, and disturbed ancient burial chambers. A great evil was awoken… a master and his 12 sons. He rambled on, fear obviously in his eyes. After several hours he asked for a water skin and departed.Hasim stood in the doorway, thoughtful. The sandstorm had subsided. He remembered tales as a boy told by his great grandmother of an ancient Sorcerer King named Amennaanka who lived several centuries ago. He was also said to have 12 sons and was an evil blight that disappeared after his kingdom was overthrown. Where he went, or what happened to him, nobody knew.Hasim called his son from another room and ordered him to run to the other tents and tell the rest of the clan they were moving out. He wanted to be far from this place by dusk. There was a sense of wrongness in the air, and the stranger was a bad omen. // This is a static quest and it has been placed in-game. Feel free to use this thread for RP/Forum posts. Significant posting will also be rewarded at the conclusion of the quest.This is a tough one, CR can get pretty high. The soul mother is active and a balanced group is advised. You have been warned. Rewards have been placed in game as well. Also, the boss has been assigned a special XP bonus for this one… If you beat him/her/it, you deserve it. The reward is set to scale to the party with a max. This means the more people in the party, the more XP. Unfortunately you don’t know what the max party cap is. ;-)Good luck! PS - DO NOT sneak in invisibly and steal the quest rewards. At the conclusion of the quest, please send me a private message and let me know what loot you found to confirm fair play.-Rave
Meep Widershine burst through the doors of the small tavern in Dalanthar. He was disheveled, dirty, bloody, and by all appearances out of his mind. As he made his way to the bar the other patrons went back to their drinks and conversation… but it was obvious they were listening to what Meep was babbling about to the bartender.“They were ravenous animals I tell you! Yeti in the Thunder Peaks… but nothing like I have ever seen before! They were upon our camp before we knew what hit us. I watched them tear apart poor Birtle and eat him… Shoving chunks of my poor nephew into their gaping maws! They were fast and vicious! Uncanny in their strength!” He shuddered and quaffed no less than 8 shots of hard liquor in the span of about 15 seconds.Granmine, an elegantly dressed chap smiled from a table in the corner. Something new for his collection he reckoned. He scrawled a message on a small piece of paper, and as he left he pinned it to a bulletin board near the door.200 True per pelt. Yeti in the Thunder Peaks. Leave word for Granmine with the bartender.--------------// This is a static quest and it has been placed in-game. Feel free to use this thread for RP/Forum posts. Significant posting will also be rewarded at the conclusion of the quest.This is a tough one, and it is possible to see bad guys well above CR30. The soul mother is active and a balanced group is advised. You have been warned. Rewards have been placed in game as well.Good luck! PS - DO NOT sneak in invisibly and steal the quest rewards. At the conclusion of the quest, please send me a private message and let me know what loot you found to confirm fair play. Also, the boss has been assigned a special XP bonus for this one.-Rave
A patrol from Fort Llast was ambushed while on a routine long range patrol near the borders of the Goblin Wastelands. The battle was short, but fierce. The raiding party was estimated at about 50 in strength and two soldiers were slain before the attack was beat back.Scouts from Hlint have also reported increased activity much closer to the town than is usually seen. One caravan has not made it to Hlint as scheduled and is presumed lost. Alicia Nefzen, Commander of the Hlint defense has put up a 500 True reward for information on the lost caravan, but has expressed the towns desire not to have any forces or troops based inside their walls. Large mercenary companies or other military units will be turned away at their gates. // This is a static quest and it has been placed in-game. Feel free to use this thread for RP/Forum posts. Significant posting will also be rewarded at the conclusion of the quest. Use caution, it can be a tough one if you are solo. This is geared for a strong party of mid-level PC’s 10-20th. The soul mother is active and a balanced group is advised. You have been warned. Rewards have been placed in game as well. Higher level PC groups may run through with no problems, so if you want a challenge and good XP, forgo the super epic characters... but accept the consequences.Good luck! PS - DO NOT sneak in invisibly and steal the quest rewards. You will be punished if you do so in a creative and not-so pleasant manner. At the conclusion of the quest, please send me a private message and let me know what loot you found to confirm fair play.-Rave
//This will be a thread for an upcoming event that will occur at a time to be announced later. For those players wanting to become involved, please begin posting here in this thread. As with all of my quest story lines, this will run for a couple of weeks and help to flesh out and give the online portion direction. As always, I award fortune for forum involvement. Easy experience if you ask me….------Not far from Lake Ravine in the Silkwood a dark shadow moved through the underbrush, wisps of moonlight occasionally brushing thick tangled hair on arms and back. It snarled as Ausir’s light touched its form. Muscles and sinew rippled under dense fur. It stopped and sniffed the air, intense on capturing a scent. After taking in the smells of the surrounding area it howled and returned to the hunt.------Arin was used to the woods and its creatures, but the sound of an eerie howl carried across the wind to his small home. He was well acquainted with all of the local wildlife, and there was an immediate sense of wrongness about this sound. He had lived in the small cabin near the neighboring village of Rho for nearly a decade. The smoldering fire on his hearth cast reddish light throughout the interior of his cabin. He grabbed his crossbow, loaded a shaft, and opened the door to check on his chicken coop.------He ran for Rho, his now empty crossbow clasped tightly in his hand. His breath came in ragged huffs and immediately fogged and dissipated into the cold night air. Arin knew his life was probably at an end, but he ran anyway. That’s what his father had always taught him… never give up. Never. That was the last thought that flitted through his mind before the beast leapt upon him and tore his throat out. His gods were merciful and allowed him to expire before the creature began to feed.------Two militiamen from Rho looked around the thick brush, weapons at the ready. The woodcutter had reported the torn up body earlier that morning. It lay not far from them, mangled, half eaten. Some personal effects on the dead man identified him as Arin, a homesteader that lived not far from their village. He was a good man and well liked. The evidence at the scene indicated Arin was running when he was ambushed. Large canine tracks were found everywhere. Larger than any they had ever seen before. They collected the body and made their way back to Rho to report their findings and to give Arin a descent burial.Later that day messengers were dispatched to nearby towns for assistance. A 1,000 true reward was posted for the head of the responsible animal.
Hey guys and gals, work has me slammed and I'll be out of state for a couple of weeks. I may be in the forums occasionally, but it may be very spotty. So sorry to those with items/posts/quests, etc. pending. Thanks for your understanding though...-Rave
As Ferrit turns the door knob on the Angels Guild building to go inside to reconcile books and take inventory, the knob detaches from the door when she pulls it. It appears the wood around the knob has rotted away and is flaking away in papery shreds.