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Daniella Stormhaven and several other Toranites head for Liwich to lend aid. They bring with them what healing supplies they can and spread out to help in the different affected towns. Daniella rides for Wymere. When she gets there, she does what she can to help ease the suffering of those afflicted. As a last resort to try to save a life, she calls upon her Toran-granted ability to cure disease only to learn that it is ineffective against the plague known as the Wasting Death. With this new knowledge, she continues to work to try to help people in any way she can, not with sword and shield, but with hard work, perseverance, attention, prayer, and time. As the healing population of Wymere dies off, she does her best to make up for their losses on her own with any of the other Toranites that accompanied her to Wymere until more aid can be found. Unwilling to chance the spread to other towns by sending messages, she and any others buckle down to ride out the storm of the illness until it hopefully eases.
Months had passed since she left the temple of the Aeridinites in North Point. Since then she had traveled across an ocean, traveled across continents, traveled through portals. She had gone from a world of healing to a world of death. The monsters, while different, had come alive from her nightmares and back into her reality. Though she'd clung to the only weapon she really knew, the staff so often used by the Aeridinites because of its multiple uses, several people had started to tell her that if she was going to be an adventurer like so many in her bloodline before her, she should choose an instrument of a more deadly quality.She'd wrestled with the idea. It went against what she was taught. Life was to be protected, not destroyed. All life was sacred, but so was the cycle of life. Death was to be honored as life returned to its origin and fed the living. The Aeridinites could honor the natural cycle of life and death, but they were healers, not killers.But she had left the sanctuary of the Aeridinites and she had answered the call of the bindstone like so many of her relatives. And with that, she had stepped outside of the natural order of life and death. She'd found horrors, but she'd also found family; some family, anyway. Her father had been startled, and worried, but in the end seemingly pleased to see her. He started to try to teach her that being an adventurer is not easy. There is responsibility. The masked elf, Tharivian, had become her frequent companion, though she had never seen his face. She trusted him. She couldn't pronounce his name without an embarrassing amount of difficulty with a stutter that she still could not seem to overcome. She called him simply, Elf. It was a name that she could pronounce nearly every time without incident.There were others she'd met, too. Some of them had decided to help as she ventured with the only lead she had to find the mother that she hadn't seen in many many years. No one had seen her. In fact, no one had even heard of Bella Poetr. But her father had given her a secret that she would not reveal. So, she, and her new acquaintances, ventured to Leringard to find the one known as Mister Steel. Mister Steel, however, was not what she expected. The blue-skinned, horned monster with red eyes towered over her small frame that stood barely an inch over 5 feet tall. He'd been an image that had haunted her dreams and nightmares along with the other monsters that had plagued her since childhood. His red eyes had watched her out of the corners of her eyes as long as she could remember, and then suddenly he was real, not imagined. He terrified her. He explained that Rebecca's mother was an incarnation of death itself: A Dread Blade. He said that he would offer to train her as he had trained her mother except for the great lengths that her mother had gone to protect her from the life that she lived. She struggled through her explanation that she had left the Aeridinites because she was a Poetr, and the call of the bindstone was stronger than the call of the temple. The blue demon suggested that, perhaps, while Rebecca's mother a sword, a death dealer, a killer, that Rebecca herself would be a shield, a protector. Rebecca's thoughts swirled beyond the capability that she had with speech at the thought of people being divided so neatly between two different analogies. Her father did protect people, but she'd also seen him kill in order to do so. She'd seen Aeridinites protect and heal and not kill. Perhaps they were the shields that the demon meant? Perhaps her father was right, and that sometimes, in order to protect, one must learn to defend. And sometimes, in order to defend, one must kill. And in order to do that, Rebecca knew that she would have to learn to fight. As much as the thought still didn't sit will with all that she had learned for so many years, she knew that it had to be true. She'd seen too much since she'd left the sanctuary, and even before, to deny it.She stayed the night in the room that the blue demon had said belonged to her mother. Walking through the door brought on memories of childhood long forgotten when things seemed much larger to her than they were now. Of sitting on the bed facing a woman who looked like a reflection of herself as she stood now, but with so much more age in her eyes. Her eyes that betrayed more emotion than the rest of her face ever did. That woman's voice echoed through her memories as she had tried to get her to communicate through the dark shadowed hallway of her hiding place where she had retreated for so many years.Rebecca curled up on the bed that had not changed much at all since those memories. The room looked far too soft for a woman who was known to be an incarnation of Death. It was a room for a woman. None of the trinkets around the room seemed to be personal to her at all. They were decorative, but never seemed to be touched. The only item in the room at all looked to be personally related to her mother was a small, battered, worn, wooden chest that was locked.Sleep didn't take long to claim her, though at one point in the night she wasn't sure if when her eyes fluttered open and she saw the small frame of a woman standing in the doorway, it was a dream or reality.And when she woke up the next day, there was no sign that it was ever anything but a figment of her imagination.
I'll probably be online tonight around 8:30pm if anyone feels like doing anything. If anyone has something specific in mind, let me know so I can adjust my character, but I'm thinking I'll be on with Kala ("Caltana") and see what trouble I can get into.
Hey there everyone,For personal reasons, I have decided to step down from GMing. It's been a good ride, but it's time I focus on other things that have been occupying most of my time anyways. I wish you all the best of luck. Thank you for the good times and memories.~Alatriel/Diva
While dealing with the Conduit and securing the area, Commander Stormhaven checks to see if anyone can trace where Milara may have gone through the collapsed portal in his study by way of magical traces. She dispatches a group of the Shining Hand to clean out any remaining undead or pit kind in the area as well as search for any clues to where Milara may have fled."Milara's gotten too comfortable. I don't care how powerful people say he is, I want him brought to justice. It's well past time."
Messages are sent out to those adventurers known to have been traveling alongside the Failsafe and especially those who have been known able to use it to please meet in Fort Llast to discuss their next move and how to use the Failsafe. //I'm sorry this is so last minute, but I can get in game tonight with Daniella if anyone can come on and meet with me. I will award WL xp to those able to show up for plot-related rp. Thank you. I will be on at 9pm EDT unless people are able to get on earlier and need me to log in sooner.
The small little village of Brenton near Lake Splendor is distraught at the senseless attack and murder of a little 10-year-old girl. The terrified and anguished villagers suspect orcs to be responsible for the poor child's brutal attack. It is said that she was still alive when she was found, but died soon after from her injuries. The villagers plead with those in the surrounding areas to rid them of the orc threat so that they can be safe again.
Mostly just posting this for notice. Took a group through to get the Oil of Vukas for Juanita's Oil quest. Got through and killed the Ogre Chieftan but the oil didn't spawn with the creature. Reported the issue on IRC and was instructed by orth to log on as a GM and create one for the group since it didn't spawn correctly. Orth also said it was likely due to lag.If this happens to anyone else, please let the GM team know so that someone can rectify the situation.
Hey guys, going to have to push this back until 2 weeks from now due to crazy rl schedules. If you have any questions you want to address between now and then, please feel free to PM Minerva and me and we can answer everything to the best of our abilities so that you are prepared to move forward in the next installment. As a reminder of where we are/were, your plan was that you wanted to investigate whatever information Shyrsarin may have that you believe she is keeping from you, as well as find the sites to the ancient mines.Thanks for your understanding, and see you in 2 weeks!~Alatriel and Minerva
The Great Library has a few sections closed of for several weeks while they put books back in order from some sort of shelving disaster. In Bydell Castle, there are some who have started the phrase "Watch out for Watchman."
"Did you hear about what happened in Center?""Ach, you're going to have to be more specific than that.""Well, I've heard of strange things before, to be sure, but it's said that one man started to glow purple eyes and the winds picked up all around him with lightning just crackling around him, and another young woman had fiery red hair. No- really- her hair looked like fire and her eyes were glowing. I think she might've even set the grass on fire where she walked."The second man groans, "Either I need another drink or I need to stop drinking altogether."The first man chuckles, "Aye, maybe, but I heard she was asking some folks about a human adventurer named Kyle something, and a gnome named Zup. You ever heard of them?"The second man shakes his head. "Nope. But I'm a bit shocked it wasn't a gnome exploding or something."The first man laughs and orders them both another round of ales.
Hey everyone,Just a gentle reminder that the only people that should be posting on a Character Submission thread are the author of the thread and GMs/CA's. This helps keep confusion down and prevents character submissions from being delayed. Since we move from the bottom up, it slows down approvals if there is unnecessary chatter.Thanks!The CA/GM Team
All over, people have started decorating to welcome the change of the seasons and the harvest. But as the nights grow longer and the days grow shorter, strange things have started happening and no one seems to quite know why.