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Development Journals and Discussion / Re: One of the Deeping
« on: January 13, 2012, 01:52:31 pm »
The sentry squinted into the mist of rain, trying to make out what made the clattering sound of stone over stone. As he focused his sharp eyes down the hillside, he gestured silently with a raised arm to the other sentry, who reflexively interpreted the hand motion to mean "someone approaches". Readying his ax, the other dwarf inwardly cursed the steady drizzle and cautiously moved over to a better vantage point.
Within moments, both saw a dark figure resolutely picking its way over tumbled rocks toward them. Too small to be an Ogre or giant, the plodding figure seemed closer to their own height and build - dwarven. After a few more minutes, the figure drew near enough to show a shock of fiery hair and beard, as well as a shield slung over his back and a hammer swinging from a lanyard around his thick wrist.
Kili, the elder of the two sentries stepped forward, revealing himself to the red dwarf.

"Hail to you. I am a sentry of Lyn. Who goes there?" He rested his weight on a stout oaken spear.

The figure stopped and looked up, considering each sentry in turn. He slowly withdrew a small flask from his belt pouch and took a quick, sharp drink. A loud barking cough followed, shaking the solid dwarf for a moment. He replaced the flask and said simply:

"Mimir. Of the Deeping."

An exchange of greetings ensued as well as collective commiserating about the cold and rain.

Kili's companion looked past Mimir down the path to the valley below. "Where are your companions?" Mimir shook his head and a slow smile tugged at his weathered lips. "My whole Company stands before you."

The sentries glanced between them. Kili raised a brow. "Tis a brutal path ye walk cousin Deeping. There are many giantkin 'twixt us and the road to Llast. Most travel in groups to survive, those blue mages summon Death in their foul spells. How - how did you make it past mages and skillful rock-tossers?" He seemed almost unsettled at this fire-bearded dwarf dismissing such mortal danger.

Mimir paused, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth to stifle another bone-rattling cough. "One at a time lad. One at a time."

Olir the ax-sentry laughed in surprise. Few came this way from the southern towns with only their own fortitude to protrect them. Still laughing, Olir retorted "Mimir me lad, ye must be daft or ye jest don' care aboot yer own life!"

Mimir paused in thought. "Tis the latter that hits closest to the mark. Tho the former hit the target as well." He adjusted his shield across his back and looked past the two toward the steps leading upward to the village of Lyn. " If you will pardon my hast lads, I have a cousin greet and a statue of Dorand to contemplate."

'Good day' was exchanged and as the sentries watched the lone dwarf picking his way up the rock-hewn steps, Kili leaned toward his younger comrade.

"Berserker. Got all the marks of that cursed life upon him." He shook his head almost in sympathy. Olir scratched his beard and muttered, turning away from the solitary dark spot on the steps above.

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Trade and Market Hall / Re: Cailomel Goods and Wares (updated)
« on: January 13, 2012, 01:19:22 pm »
Good day,

I am inquiring as to whether or not your store is in need of any particular resources. I have some ability in searching things out and some reliable maps marked with resources. Let me know if you wish anything to be collected for coin and I will see if I can find it.

Also, I am wondering about a price for something called a Belt of Eluding. I did not see any pricing for it.

Thank you,
Drawna Eldreal

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Development Journals and Discussion / Re: One of the Deeping
« on: January 07, 2012, 04:16:27 pm »
Mimir tipped back his helm to get a better look below. From his vantage point on a spur of lichen-covered black rock he could see the hairy forms moving about below. With a curse and a puff of frosty breath he shouldered his pack and began his descent, picking his way carefully so as not to dislodge any rocks and give away his position.

His pack held hard-fought minerals and metals, chiseled from the roots of the Brech Mountains. His way had been a demanding one, full of the creature he now kept track of below as he descended the cliff - the white furred wild things some called Yeti. They were fast and fought ferociously anything that dared to draw near to them and what was worse, they exuded a wave of cold damaging to one's skin. Mimir glanced down at his new boots that staved off the deathly chill of these godless beasts and thanked The Maker Himself for the luck in finding them.

These heights were wild and forbidding but held treasures to be grasped if one had the fortitude to see it through. Mimir had tested himself again and again against these mountains. He had spent a week or more here, occasionally stopping by his kinfolk in the Ulgrid Fortress to rest and have a drink or three. Then he heard some miners talk of minerals and such to be found, so he pushed further on. At one point he came across a shining ring held in the grasp of one of the Wild Men, a ring of very fine workmanship and marked with runes he could not decipher. Some time later, clawed and bloody as usual, he encountered a dwarven lass by the name of Rugs. It seems she had lost this ring and sought its return. Mimir gladly parted with it and was rewarded with an amulet of her own making, gently worked with fine tools and set with gems to lend strength to his arm.

What a gift it was. With it Mimir redoubled his efforts at battle, driven on by the enhanced strength. He now commonly faced three of the Yeti at a time, their animal rage at his mere existence in their hunting grounds a music to his ears. Again and again he hurtled himself at these beasts, almost with the goal of irradicating them all together from the Snowy Brech. Heedless of wounds, he at last came upon an entrance to a cave system.

There he found his glory. Not only minerals that glittered, but giants. Giants! The foul brutes came at him from all sides, pounding him with boulders and clubs. One after another they fell to the clang of his hammer. No one fought at the dwarf's side, no comrades watched his back. He was alone. Always alone. No one would speak of his passing if the giants became too thick upon this lone dwarf. His bones ground to make their gruel, nothing would mark his fall, no songs sung in his name.

No matter. Alone he will be. A kuldjargh's life it seemed beckoning to this fiery-haired dwarf. His hammersong and laughter he danced to, fueled by the burning drink always at his side. Dorand blessed Mimir with some skill in His Craft it was true. His expertise at forging weapons had slowly, quietly progressed of late. Yet it seemed a new path had been fashioned from the sinew and pain of this simple dwarf's existence. The forge's hammer became the hammer of dominance on the field of foes.

All the giants lay strewn about the massive cave, silent and mangled. Ten. It matters not. There will be more. And One of the Deeping will be there to face them. Alone.

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Development Journals and Discussion / Re: One of the Deeping
« on: January 02, 2012, 07:25:38 pm »
A while back now I came upon a strange group. Two humans -a woman by the name of Ytsim and a man whose name escapes me were in close talk with a fellow who was of a dark temperament. I believed him to be a gnome, but his mannerisms were such I could not be sure. He spoke mostly in riddles, daring the pair to find hidden boxes, black things buried in the ground and buried in the worst of places. I listened in and he asked me to join in this fell game. I did not trust him as far as I could toss him. But I said yes.

We searched for things guessed at by his damnable riddles, and he took great delight in pitting one against another for the prizes, hoping to cause us to come to blows. The other two were honorable enough and we each received our due reward. One box was buried in the Silkwood, that place of roots to trip one and branches to pull a helm off and spoil one's aim. There ahead, coming for us was a pack of hideous, fiendish beasts, with owl's heads and the bodies of bears. Without a thought I leapt at them, excited at their ferocity. I laughed like a madman and their rage seemed to buoy my spirits. It is the strangest feeling to be glad of others' desire to run you through.

The other two fought well enough and held their own. I kept leaping ahead, heedless of a few blows to me. I heard laughter and realized it was my own voice, sounding strange as if from a distance, or long ago. More beasts lay ahead, giant beetles dripping with spit. One the size of a tree charged toward me. I was happy for it. What glory it is to fight, what peace to be found in the mortal contest. Only a feast with Dorand Himself could sate my sorrows and pains like this battle does.

When it was over we found the box and returned it to the evil gnome, and along the way found some stray wolf cub I only wished to slay. The others showed it mercy, not realizing once it ate more and got big enough it would return to eat them in all likelihood. Fools.

I only wished for that place again. The place of joy when all else falls away and my hammer hums in my grip. A foe before me brings that place with thier rage. Not even the bottle can console me like that.

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Trade and Market Hall / Re: Enzo's Bow Shop
« on: January 01, 2012, 03:52:22 pm »
Mimir takes up an Adamantium Shield and a pair of Alnaniathela's Boots and leaves 11,000 True.

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Ask A Gamemaster / Re: Stuck in Trans?
« on: December 30, 2011, 03:27:05 pm »
Yep you grabbed her. She is out and on the loose again. When I logged in she was back on the previous screen. Thanks Masterjack!

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Drawna enters the shop and begins emptying out her bags of various cumbersome items:
1 Alexandrite dust (33)
6 Greenstone dusts (42)
1 Topaz dust (33)
7 Spider silk (399)
8 ginseng (486)
4 cranberries (124)
19 sage (1083)
2 dire bear skin (400)
5 mineral malachite (100)
1 mineral fire agate (20)

total credit 2710 for future considerations

"whew! that was heavy."

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Development Journals and Discussion / Re: One of the Deeping
« on: December 11, 2011, 01:32:00 pm »
Mimir slid the weathered steel flask from its comfortable place in his belt pouch and sipped quickly, like a calf at the teat. Wiping his mouth with a calloused hand, he set to writing:

Its been a great while such I put actions into words. Perhaps that has been my problem. Deeds speak truer to my soul than words. Words are troublesome, worming their way about in one's head, staying one's hand from the acts it craves.

I have spent a good while in solitude and now I travel again. The denizens of Mistone have changed since last I journeyed, Hlint is a town of suspicion and fear. They hide behind their curtains like fishmonger's wives. I have settled near Center and use that as my base of operations now. My skill with the forge has slowly gained and I yearn for better materials to ply my trade. Copper and bronze are more easily worked and iron will challenge me. But it is in veins treacherous to reach. I may have to put out coin to buy nuggets as they are sold rather than seek it out myself.

I wandered far and wide the other day and encountered a lone Orc who approached me as a fellow member of right and true Society. At first I was simply going to crease his ugly skull, but an intelligence in his eyes stayed my hand. He crowed his name as Rak or some such creaking, I remember not. But we traveled well together, seeking trouble in the Ire mountains. Many Dog faces lay at our feet where ever we went.

At one point, I lost my head. As always now. I leapt into a group of 10 of these dog men, swinging my hammer and  (here the writing is scratched out)     I began to laugh. Why I do not know. But I could not stop as blows landed on me from all sides. My knee buckled under a well-aimed sword blow, splitting my calf. A haze of blood and anger surrounded me, drowning my senses. Then, a healing touch. Such a surprise! This Rak fellow suddenly appeared out of thin air it seemed, driving back a few dog men with his axe and forcing an elixir of healing into my bloodied shaking hand. At its cold touch suddenly I realized the extent of my wounds. Mortal they were, I only had seconds to live before the earth would take me.

The fog passed and the pile of dead was all around. I asked what happened. He croaked " You jumped into them, all around you." I did not remember this. As always it was the Song and Joy in me that I remembered.

The red-haired dwarf sat back, looking down at the words. He furrowed his brow, then, a slow smile crept across his lips.

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Roleplaying / Re: Kudos for great roleplay
« on: December 10, 2011, 10:33:35 am »
Thanks to Ytsim and Jared for a great evening of treasure hunting and especially thanks to Brewmaster for sinister halflings, black boxes, moral choices and most of all ----> Owlbears! (those fuzzy things bring me right back to Pen an Paper DND, TSR's Keep on the Borderlands rockin it Old School)

THACO!

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Trade and Market Hall / Re: Angels Guild--Adventure Outfitters
« on: December 06, 2011, 10:41:44 pm »
I was able to find one thank you for your information.

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General Discussion / Re: Old areas
« on: December 06, 2011, 06:19:31 pm »
That made me feel like just.....Exploring!

I always though Jasmine was the hottest Disney princess. Even though Disney princesses usually wear dresses, she still beats them in pants.

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Trade and Market Hall / Re: Angels Guild--Adventure Outfitters
« on: December 05, 2011, 08:52:35 am »
Good Day,

My name is Drawna Eldreal and I am in search of a particular necklace. Unfortunately I do not recall what stone and setting it is but I do remember the qualities it imparts upon the wearer - a lightness of step and a vagueness to one's movements. If you have such a necklace on hand, I would be delighted to purchase it from you at your earliest convenience.

Regards,
Drawna


//amulet, +4 move silently, +4 hide

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Thank you so much for your special consideration and prompt service. I will recommend you to all my friends and associates. I will pick up the armor today.

Regards,
Drawna

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To Whom it may concern,

Good day to you. My name is Drawna Eldreal of the Pranzis Eldreals and I would love to employ your services to manufacture me a suit of Panther Leather armor. I have left my measurements with your shopkeep.

Additionally, I would like to trade in my current Lion leather armor towards the purchase of above mentioned custom armor. It would seem from your prices that I will owe you a difference of 600 true which I will gladly pay upon receipt of the item. (Panther 2000 minus Lion 1400 = 600). I am delighted to make contact with you and await breathlessly your finely-crafted work.

Sincerely,
Ms. Eldreal

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Trade and Market Hall / Re: Angels Guild--Adventure Outfitters
« on: December 01, 2011, 01:33:19 pm »
I got all those glass ingots to fit in the payment chest and didn't break any. My debt is paid.

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Trade and Market Hall / Re: Angels Guild--Adventure Outfitters
« on: November 29, 2011, 10:12:19 pm »
I got the armor and the ring. Thanks to you for quick work. I had a rough time fitting all those materials in the payment chest. I tried to force the glass in but I feared it would break. If you clear out the molds and true I will drop off the glass later.


//Persistent chest wouldn't take any more items and it wouldn't accept boxes of items only loose items. I am carrying the glass with me and will try at a later date.

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Introduce Yourself / Re: Hi
« on: November 29, 2011, 04:43:14 pm »
Pen an Paper is where its at! That's one of the best foundations for Neverwinter worlds I think. This is a rich RP server. Welcome and I hope you can get a character in-game soon :-)

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Trade and Market Hall / Re: Angels Guild--Adventure Outfitters
« on: November 28, 2011, 09:55:28 am »
Folded note scrawled in a heavy hand:

I got a box of small molds if you are still taking them. I got a box of glass ingots almost done. I want iron full plate. You don't got any. Make some and I will give you these boxes and gold. I also want a ring to make me a bit stronger. Make one of those too.

Mimir Deeping


//needed: iron full plate, ring of bull's strength I
let me know if this is possible

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General Discussion / Re: Haven Mines
« on: November 09, 2011, 02:08:41 pm »
Ogres to trolls now, oh my! I remember many harrowing runs through the old mines, especially all those chokepoints in doorways and narrow halls. And I do remember that last spawn on your way out, right when you thought you could make it ;-) Everybody was really disciplined in the first level then pandemonium set in as people started dying further down. What fun!

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Introduce Yourself / Re: Hello Again
« on: November 08, 2011, 08:24:50 am »
Thanks for the suggestion, I am seriously looking into this. It may just be my best option.

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