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« on: October 13, 2015, 09:16:14 pm »
Mari comes in and heads directly to the elemental chest. She plucks one lightning resist I, drops 300 coins in the chest, and is applying it to a thick leather belt as she leaves. 20707 - 3000 = 17707 Credit
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« on: October 13, 2015, 09:13:58 pm »
"Fugitives? Well, petty crimes are petty. I am inclined to let them be so long as they behave." The Red Bard stretches out his legs and crosses them at the ankles. The water in his office fountain sings a melody of patient erosion, and his shoulders relax at the familiar sound. "I'm glad you're still here, Tori. Some of the others are not so understanding about my, errr, holiday. Can you give me a pulse on the Buckle's clientele these days? How is Mariner's holding up?"
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« on: October 09, 2015, 12:20:51 am »
The Buckle is open to the public most of the as it's a tavern and entertainment hall. The locking door is back past the gaming room.
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« on: October 08, 2015, 10:58:21 am »
"Noteriety? Fame, fortune, beautiful women?" He keeps his voice low, just in case. "I'm interested in it. I've never seen one, and that's the stuff of stories, don't you think? I still harbor a deep desire to visit the Pits, and surely this came from one. It's nothing of Layonara's soil."
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« on: October 05, 2015, 10:17:22 am »
...and is now immortalized as art in a certain bard's book, with additional bits residing in vial and bottle...
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« on: October 04, 2015, 05:06:14 pm »
Mari leaves seven level one scrolls (1750), four level 2 scrolls (1400), one level six scroll (7000), one mineral amethyst (100), one mineral adventurine (25). one set of carpenter's tools (60), one tanglefoot bag (165), one choking powder (110), one Tower Malt Liquor (50), and one Wizard's Wheat Ale (35). 1750 + 1400 + 7000 + 100 + 25 + 60 + 165 + 110 + 50 + 35 = 10695 + previous credit of 10012 = 20707
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« on: October 04, 2015, 01:14:14 pm »
Assuming this is not an actual bug and might be plot related...Kenzie should get herself to Lucinda's temple in Spellgard (//and a GM) for some analysis. Just thinking outside the mechanical box here...I've seen other casters having problems...
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« on: October 03, 2015, 05:04:38 pm »
Name?" "Marion MacMurray, sir." "MacMurray. Subject of this report?" "His name is Jay." "Reason you can't write this out and are instead impinging upon me to do so?" "Figgured you'd want it inside a year, sir. My writin's not much readable." "I see. That must be remedied, MacMurray. Toran's church does not run on the sword alone." "Yes, sir." "Now then. What is it that you wish to report." "Jay. Human male, 'bout yay tall...muscled, he's used ta swingin' a greatsword. Seen him cleave animals in half with it too. He's wearin' spiky black armor last I seen. Kinda advertising. He's got skin missin' on his - " "Give me a concise reason for this report." "As I was sayin', he's got skin missin' in a way that don't look natural. I got a real sense o' evil, an' his actions fit right in line. He runs with adventurin' types, got warned about him already by some o' them. He's got a reputation fer real questionable acts, an' he's got his boney nose 'round a lot lately. Thing is, he's livin'...least, his heart is beatin'." "How did you come to meet this person?" "I was at a gatherin' in Leringard, 'bout a bounty on a red yeti. Never heard of such a thing. He was there. I went along with a friend, makin' sure nothin' untoward happened. Took us out by Krashin, an' there was some doin's there. Durin', I hadda do some chest-pounds on Jay as he got hit with some magics what stopped his heart, an' I got a good look at his face. Bits o' skin are missin', his skull's showin' through. I just...felt somethin' wrong, there. I can't 'splain it more'n that. We ended up lettin' tha yeti go, it wasn't a threat an' shouldn'ta been captured or killed, in fact - Toran bless it - it kinda saved us by helpin' us outta an avalanche, all 'cept fer Jay." "So, a person of interest." "Yeah." "Magical abilities?" "Not that I saw." "Well-trained?" "Real well. He knows his sword, right good. An' he either plays at honor round other folk, or has some sense of it. Only reason he didn't kill the yeti was 'cause I saved him. Called us even. Makes him more dangerous if ya ask me." "Anything else we should know?" "Not that I ken think of, sir." "Very well. Thank you for your report, MacMurray." 'Yessir."
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« on: October 03, 2015, 11:08:41 am »
Mari rushes in, grabs a stack of 50 moderate healing potions, and dashes back out.
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« on: October 01, 2015, 12:26:15 pm »
If Lola reaches Spellgard safely, she requests to make a report about a dead magic zone that "imploded into water" in the Falls Forest. If she is given audience, she will describe the first, second, and third times she visited the place, mentioning Stephen Poetr's name as he had actually touched the thing and the second unnamed body. She describes the fluctuations and pulsing of the anomoly and how it appeared to increase over the weeks. With as much detail as she can remember she speaks of the thunder, lightning, wind, and vast sucking sound; the shards bark, the gusts of wind, the trees ripped twain; and the flash flood in the middle of the forest where there are no streams or rivers for miles. The wilder shakes in her recounting, whether from fear or residual excitement. She pauses here to show them the remains of the fish that flopped in the aftermath of the implosion, the odd, boney fish with the armored plating, the likes of which she has never seen and has no name for. Backing up, she adds the story of the Five closing a wild magic zone near Farmer Parts on Alindor - in this her joy of participation and particularly for the feeling of wild magic are obvious. Wrapping up she notes that in the case of the wild magic zone, there was a definite sense of placement, deliberate, and of a tethering, although her eyes were tight shut during the ritual. And in the dead magic zone she is certain she saw a rope-like tether, or appendage, or something...it was a blink's worth of memory and then it vanished. After this she waits to see if she's believed and if they have any questions.
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« on: September 30, 2015, 10:50:32 am »
Hello Ceviran, welcome to the Angels Guild Shop! If you wish I can meet you some night this week (//Thurs, 9 EST?) to discuss protection and gearing. My wife is an Aeridinite so I can claim a modest amount of experience in this matter. Let me know if this time works for you? ~Andrew Reid
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« on: September 29, 2015, 12:56:30 pm »
Soaked and terrified, she slides out of the tree and hugs the trunk for long minute or two. Once her breathing settles the little wilder moves around the area, testing for any new anomoly or residual dead magic. Once her investigation is done, and knowing there isn't anyone left in Vale to tell, she wraps the odd fish and makes as much haste as she can toward Spellgard, stopping only at the nearest civilization to get something with which to preserve the fish and send bird messages to Farros, Stephen, Brualot, Tralek, Lana, Ryubi, and a rough map and sort-of-sketch of the events to Milum. For Milum, she draws the fish as best she can with arrows pointing to the anomoly.
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« on: September 29, 2015, 10:11:21 am »
Lola, after resting, changes her mind about the Araganite temple and instead finds her...friend? Belmir - how strange it is, to think a dwarf a friend, although he's certainly cleaner than most and does smell like lavender - and heads to the massive woods outside Prantz to examine the second anomoly. It's grown, and there is an additional dead body decaying nearby the magic vacuum. She tests the limits of her understanding, without attempting to banish the anomoly. //pm incoming
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« on: September 27, 2015, 06:38:17 pm »
Rave, would you be comfortable running a Siphe Military CDQ? Mari is currently 6th, I'd like to move her up in the ranks. Dezza has done all her previous character quests.
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« on: September 27, 2015, 11:54:44 am »
This notice is removed; the Angels shop is clearly in the process of being repaired, along with many of the buildings in the Port Hempstead Fields. Despite the damage, the general mood is cheerful as the Angels open for business again. While the overgrowth has been cut back, some have noted an old gnarled tree on a cliff overlooking the Angel’s shop. Many have remarked on how odd it is as they never noticed it before, yet the tree looks so old and decrepit… as if it has been growing there for centuries. Upon closer inspection the old tree has the vague appearance of two wooden creatures interlocked in an embrace. From time to time kobolds can be seen sneaking to and from this area, offerings of food and crafts left at the base of the tree.
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« on: September 25, 2015, 12:22:38 pm »
Trying to scribble down the events between houses, Andrew does a circuit of the fields to see who needs what in terms of items. He focuses on how much planking might be needed to repair buildings, and tools lost to the nature spirit's anger. He'll stop to tell the tale, and to emphasize how the kobold shama helped - any good will is better than none, after all. Once he has an idea of how far and badly the damage spread among the neighbors (including the Pawn Shop), he'll bring his assessment back and estimate how much wood they'll need to rebuild. He will bargain for whatever portion of that can be obtained from the Dirty Claw tribe (at fair value in trade). True to their guild agreement, however, no weapons will be offered to the kobolds as part of the trade deal.
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« on: September 24, 2015, 07:02:21 pm »
Credit 1443. Left two alexandrite rings of Eagle's Splendor (1750 * 2), one heavy oak crossbow (1750), and 40 topaz dusts (40 * 33) = 6570 End credit 8013. Lola
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« on: September 24, 2015, 06:52:03 pm »
Hello Angels I've paid my bill. ~Lola
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« on: September 24, 2015, 01:29:31 pm »
"DaniELLLLL...." His call is not meant for Daniel alone but anyone else in the area, although his friend is first to mind as the old cleric has been puttering around the builidng with a hammer. He drops down to examine the area around the stone and mutters the name to himself, thinking though the prominent family names of the nearest city, Port Hempstead. "Ernesto Di Valla. Di Valla...Di Valla..."
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« on: September 24, 2015, 11:01:13 am »
Starting with the shop, the bard now paces around the foundation and then in ever-increasing circles, looking for the place where the overgrowth and dead wood decay feels strongest. He brings a stave of hickory left in the shop, using it as a diving rod and watching the wood's exterior to find where the concentration of wood blight has the quickest effect, in conjunction with his magical sense and whatever he's able to parse from the Heartsong.
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