Trollslottet - An Interactive RPG.
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No problem, everyone seems to do that for some reason. Anyway, I appreciate the kind welcomes to this forum. I see that Swift has already taken care of controlling your character, (just as I was starting to write a good reason for them meeting up too...) so I'll let him take care of that, and keep Ishtul plotting how to destroy your party. (Mwahaha!) Sorry about all of the OOC chat, by the way, this will be my last one, and maybe we can get this role play back on track.Kogarian said:
O.K, I'm gonna try this again, but not as well.
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Killion was jogging at a light pace towards the Tavern alongside his "familiar", Haed, enjoying the crisp twilight air and generally having a good time. I knew I was being followed, but I knew I stood little chance of finding my stalkers in this hilly country should they wish not to be found, and figured I'd just have to wait until they revealed themselves.
I did not need to wait long. I almost ran into an arrow and heard a loud curse from the rocks to his left. Being who I am, I whipped out his dagger, gave a little battle-cry, told Haed with a thought to take out the bowman, and then charged into the trees to the right, taking the waiting brigands by surprise.
As a child, I was fascinated by simple non-magic illusion, and would become incredibly frustrated attempting to work out how the tricks worked, and rarely had much success. Then, one day, when I went to the local trickster's house, I saw everything. Over 100 different tricks, and I understood each one instantly. I had finally got it.
When you focus on one thing, you are blind to pretty much everything else. So when someone tells you to look in one direction, look the other way. This had become my philosophy for life in general, not just tricks, and it served me well, it got me into a mages academy (from which I was expelled a couple months later, although I picked up a few good battle spells), it gave me a high position in the Jir'ai tribe, and it lead to my exile from that same tribe, when the tribe?s corrupt leader, Jesha, grew concerned about my ability to see through lies. In this case; Bandits who followed me for that long wouldn't just attack me, what's the point? And there was no way they missed with an arrow at that range.
In this country, assault and robbery are only worth a flogging, but murder means death by slow torture. They were planning to make me expose myself by going after the archer, and then they would come behind me and knock me unconscious.
Clever, but not clever enough for me. And they sucked at fighting. They're all dead already, and without a scratch on me. After I finished scavenging what I could from the bodies, I gathered all the bodies together and began my tribe's cremation ritual, which I wasn't supposed to know, but the Elders had taught me anyways, on the condition I would never use it as a weapon. A shame, I thought as the bodies burst into flame and were consumed before my eyes, it's a powerful spell, and I'm good at it.
Oh, well. It?s time to move now anyways, Foran, the Inn?s proprietor, hated to be woken up and might hold it against me. Which would make it harder to cash in on the favour he owes me.
At least one of those bandits had an Axe.
EDIT: O.K, I'm not sure how this is gonna fit in with you guys, but I worked way too long and hard on this to change it in any way, so feel free to write in a meeting between us, I give you full license to use my character for in.
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Killion was jogging at a light pace towards the Tavern alongside his "familiar", Haed, enjoying the crisp twilight air and generally having a good time. I knew I was being followed, but I knew I stood little chance of finding my stalkers in this hilly country should they wish not to be found, and figured I'd just have to wait until they revealed themselves.
I did not need to wait long. I almost ran into an arrow and heard a loud curse from the rocks to his left. Being who I am, I whipped out his dagger, gave a little battle-cry, told Haed with a thought to take out the bowman, and then charged into the trees to the right, taking the waiting brigands by surprise.
As a child, I was fascinated by simple non-magic illusion, and would become incredibly frustrated attempting to work out how the tricks worked, and rarely had much success. Then, one day, when I went to the local trickster's house, I saw everything. Over 100 different tricks, and I understood each one instantly. I had finally got it.
When you focus on one thing, you are blind to pretty much everything else. So when someone tells you to look in one direction, look the other way. This had become my philosophy for life in general, not just tricks, and it served me well, it got me into a mages academy (from which I was expelled a couple months later, although I picked up a few good battle spells), it gave me a high position in the Jir'ai tribe, and it lead to my exile from that same tribe, when the tribe?s corrupt leader, Jesha, grew concerned about my ability to see through lies. In this case; Bandits who followed me for that long wouldn't just attack me, what's the point? And there was no way they missed with an arrow at that range.
In this country, assault and robbery are only worth a flogging, but murder means death by slow torture. They were planning to make me expose myself by going after the archer, and then they would come behind me and knock me unconscious.
Clever, but not clever enough for me. And they sucked at fighting. They're all dead already, and without a scratch on me. After I finished scavenging what I could from the bodies, I gathered all the bodies together and began my tribe's cremation ritual, which I wasn't supposed to know, but the Elders had taught me anyways, on the condition I would never use it as a weapon. A shame, I thought as the bodies burst into flame and were consumed before my eyes, it's a powerful spell, and I'm good at it.
Oh, well. It?s time to move now anyways, Foran, the Inn?s proprietor, hated to be woken up and might hold it against me. Which would make it harder to cash in on the favour he owes me.
At least one of those bandits had an Axe.
EDIT: O.K, I'm not sure how this is gonna fit in with you guys, but I worked way too long and hard on this to change it in any way, so feel free to write in a meeting between us, I give you full license to use my character for in.
Ah, no, it's ok. Didn't notice Swift firing his bow.Rabid Toilet said:
That's the sort of thinking I want to hear in this threadSinging Gremlin said:
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From the ice and mists rose a grim new peak. Trollslottet. With it rose the roar of a hundred white dragons--creatures who stand as hounds against Tiamat and her brood (for what strange dragons would stand together?)
The roar, the tower, the darkness. They all swelled in discordant harmony, harmonics of the fundamental of Evil. A song, a dirge, a tainted requiem mass; all things came together, all things fell apart...
"Samuel! You must awaken, Samuel."
And again, awaken did Grimjaws. The darkness, the wolf, the whisper, the pale beauty. All a dream, a lingering howl from the lips of Shar.
It was a pale night, and Grimjaws did not think to question his current location, even though his companions were nowhere to be found. Companions? Grimjaws, with the spirit of a wolf, did not need companions. What a strange thought.
But it was time to make haste. Trollslottet was calling. A song of storms was brewing.
And with that Grimjaws, with the spirit of a wolf, made haste towards the grim spire, the Troll Castle.
Last OOC, I promise. At Easykill, it sounds like the battle your character is in is with mine. Just letting you know, I wasn't firing an arrow at you, but at the people left in the camp. If yours is a completely unrelated fight that just happens to be almost exactly the same as mine, then please disregard this post. Well, the OOC stuff at least.
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Knowing that his prey would not stay at the ruined campsite, Ishtul grabbed his bow and set out to where he knew the adventurers would be headed: Trollslottet. While not entirely sure how his Master knew the destination of his enemies, it certainly made Ishtul's job easier.
As he set off along the only path to Trollslottet. Ishtul continued to ponder just how he would be able to take out the band of warriors. Especially since he did not manage to slay any the night before, and they would likely be on the lookout for more attacks. He also had no idea how he was to find the wolf his Master was after, as he did not normally have to track druids, and was not sure how exactly one would accomplish it. His only hope was that, since the adventurers seemed to be allies with the wolf, they would meet up with it at a later date, possibly at Trollslottet. He would just have to continue following his only lead: the group at the camp.
Hurrying along in the trees beside the path, it doesn't take long for Ishtul to notice someone travelling ahead of him. Being a master of his art, he silently approaches until he can make out who it is.
Ishtul recognized his stance from their previous encounter. There could be no mistake, it was the man from the camp, who had taken out half of his mercenaries! Ishtul also noticed a newcomer walking alongside him. Judging by the scrolls the man carried, as well as his spear, Ishtul assumed that he was some sort of battlemage. He was not at the camp the night before, so he must have just joined up with the archer.
Ishtul did not, however, notice any others walking with the two. Wondering if maybe he had managed to kill some of them before after all, or if they had decided to split up, he decided to follow these two silently, hoping that they would eventually meet up with the others, if they were still alive. This was also his best chance at finding the wolf his Master was after, as there was a good chance they would join up with it again later.
With his new plan now firmly lodged in his mind, Ishtul set off along the path, following the mysterious allies of the wolf.
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Knowing that his prey would not stay at the ruined campsite, Ishtul grabbed his bow and set out to where he knew the adventurers would be headed: Trollslottet. While not entirely sure how his Master knew the destination of his enemies, it certainly made Ishtul's job easier.
As he set off along the only path to Trollslottet. Ishtul continued to ponder just how he would be able to take out the band of warriors. Especially since he did not manage to slay any the night before, and they would likely be on the lookout for more attacks. He also had no idea how he was to find the wolf his Master was after, as he did not normally have to track druids, and was not sure how exactly one would accomplish it. His only hope was that, since the adventurers seemed to be allies with the wolf, they would meet up with it at a later date, possibly at Trollslottet. He would just have to continue following his only lead: the group at the camp.
Hurrying along in the trees beside the path, it doesn't take long for Ishtul to notice someone travelling ahead of him. Being a master of his art, he silently approaches until he can make out who it is.
Ishtul recognized his stance from their previous encounter. There could be no mistake, it was the man from the camp, who had taken out half of his mercenaries! Ishtul also noticed a newcomer walking alongside him. Judging by the scrolls the man carried, as well as his spear, Ishtul assumed that he was some sort of battlemage. He was not at the camp the night before, so he must have just joined up with the archer.
Ishtul did not, however, notice any others walking with the two. Wondering if maybe he had managed to kill some of them before after all, or if they had decided to split up, he decided to follow these two silently, hoping that they would eventually meet up with the others, if they were still alive. This was also his best chance at finding the wolf his Master was after, as there was a good chance they would join up with it again later.
With his new plan now firmly lodged in his mind, Ishtul set off along the path, following the mysterious allies of the wolf.
RT, the OOC is fine. Really, just mark it off from the rest of your post (which everyone is doing anyway).
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The song swelled, and swelled, and swelled, like billows on the open ocean, but it did not crescendo. Trollslottet was conducting things, and it wanted Grimjaws to know this.
And Grimjaws knew it. Carried on these surging waves, he closed on the spine of the world, faster, and faster, and faster; until the entire world was a blur. Even the spine of the world became a slurry of distant blues and colder whites...
"Come to me, Samuel. Come, wolf."
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The song swelled, and swelled, and swelled, like billows on the open ocean, but it did not crescendo. Trollslottet was conducting things, and it wanted Grimjaws to know this.
And Grimjaws knew it. Carried on these surging waves, he closed on the spine of the world, faster, and faster, and faster; until the entire world was a blur. Even the spine of the world became a slurry of distant blues and colder whites...
"Come to me, Samuel. Come, wolf."
OOC- It was unrelated, and other than the arrow, I didn't really see many similarities... Although I wasn't paying that much attention to your fight, I figured it wouldn't affect me too much. Also, you do realise that because there is no neutral party, our side is guaranteed to win, right? You may want to develop a motivation for switching sides if you don't want to end up in a pool of your own blood by the end. On the other hand, it's more interesting with a non-npc evil character, so I hope you don't. ----When I finally get around to writing my book, this character making experience will help a lot, thanks.----/OOC
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I saw similarities in that someone cursed after firing an arrow that missed, there was more than one person with the archer, and that you drew a knife and charged at them. But hey, if it was unrelated than nevermind, must just be a coincidence. Also, I wish someone other than Grimjaws would do something, I can't think of a reason to leave these two I'm following in order to make another post... Oh, and I don't mind being on the losing side, as long as I help to make the story more interesting.
I saw similarities in that someone cursed after firing an arrow that missed, there was more than one person with the archer, and that you drew a knife and charged at them. But hey, if it was unrelated than nevermind, must just be a coincidence. Also, I wish someone other than Grimjaws would do something, I can't think of a reason to leave these two I'm following in order to make another post... Oh, and I don't mind being on the losing side, as long as I help to make the story more interesting.
And Grimjaws, with the spirit of a wolf, did not awaken. He had not been sleeping. He had not been dreaming.
He was in a clearing, battered and bloody, likely from tumbling through the undergrowth as a wolf. Dusting himself off and tending to his scratches and bruises with a minor healing spell, he called upon Estrelas, the fierce little badger.
"Well, old friend, it doesn't look like we're in Farthing Wood any more. I need your help to track down Might and Swift. Who knows what might have happened to them?"
Of course it would be foolish to attempt to traverse the spine of the world alone--especially for a druid. He would need the aid of his companions; past, present, and maybe even future.
But first, there was the small matter of food to attend to. It seemed as if he had been... elsewhere for at least a reasonable amount of time. The withering pangs of hunger were inpossible to miss.
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Yes, stop making me stall! Someone do something. Oh well.
On another note, you could "convert" to join our party, only to betray us at the last moment to this strange master who seeks the dusky wolf; or you could turn on your master, being captivated by the solidarity of our party, or something. Completely up to you. I mean, you could even remain as an antagonist (and hopefully will continue to do so! It's pretty interesting).
He was in a clearing, battered and bloody, likely from tumbling through the undergrowth as a wolf. Dusting himself off and tending to his scratches and bruises with a minor healing spell, he called upon Estrelas, the fierce little badger.
"Well, old friend, it doesn't look like we're in Farthing Wood any more. I need your help to track down Might and Swift. Who knows what might have happened to them?"
Of course it would be foolish to attempt to traverse the spine of the world alone--especially for a druid. He would need the aid of his companions; past, present, and maybe even future.
But first, there was the small matter of food to attend to. It seemed as if he had been... elsewhere for at least a reasonable amount of time. The withering pangs of hunger were inpossible to miss.
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Yes, stop making me stall! Someone do something. Oh well.
On another note, you could "convert" to join our party, only to betray us at the last moment to this strange master who seeks the dusky wolf; or you could turn on your master, being captivated by the solidarity of our party, or something. Completely up to you. I mean, you could even remain as an antagonist (and hopefully will continue to do so! It's pretty interesting).
OOC- It was coincidence. Well, heres your chance to do something, Gems finally got out of that dream thing so we can like.... INTERACT with him now. Seriously, why not just do all that at once? Oh, and inpossible sounds so much better than impossible.
EDIT: I totally posted this before Gems' edit.
EDIT: I totally posted this before Gems' edit.
OOC:
Maybe I'll get fed up with them walking along forever and attack them. As far as my character goes, I might join up with you guys, or I might stay a villain, who knows
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Unfortunately, I can't think of a good reason to meet up with him, since I'm busy following these guys to whatever town they feel like going to, unless my character gets bored and decides to start hunting the wolf.
Maybe I'll get fed up with them walking along forever and attack them. As far as my character goes, I might join up with you guys, or I might stay a villain, who knows
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Unfortunately, I can't think of a good reason to meet up with him, since I'm busy following these guys to whatever town they feel like going to, unless my character gets bored and decides to start hunting the wolf.
Sorry for posting twice in a row, but no one else was doing anything, so I'll just go off on my own for a bit.
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Ishtul was quite ready to kill the two he was following and be done with it. For three days he had been following them, and every day it was the exact same routine. The two would wake up, pick up camp, walk for the rest of the day, then set up camp for the night. Every day! They never even talked amongst themselves! Finally he decided enough was enough. He would not kill the two, that could arouse suspicion amongst their other party members when they did not show up. Instead he would simply travel ahead to the nearest village, and possibly pick up some rumors about the party and where they were.
And so Ishtul left the boring duo and struck out to the village in the distance, who's name escaped him. There he hoped to find more adventure than with these half-wits.
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Ishtul was quite ready to kill the two he was following and be done with it. For three days he had been following them, and every day it was the exact same routine. The two would wake up, pick up camp, walk for the rest of the day, then set up camp for the night. Every day! They never even talked amongst themselves! Finally he decided enough was enough. He would not kill the two, that could arouse suspicion amongst their other party members when they did not show up. Instead he would simply travel ahead to the nearest village, and possibly pick up some rumors about the party and where they were.
And so Ishtul left the boring duo and struck out to the village in the distance, who's name escaped him. There he hoped to find more adventure than with these half-wits.
Killion finally reaches the Tavern, and notes happily that the common room is full, and thus Foran is awake. He would never trust anyone else with running the Inn whilst he slept.
On impulse, I took out one of the daggers I had been wearing recently, and dug it into the road outside the inn and left it there. It didn't matter if it was stolen, it wasn't really my style anyways, and not even worth much.
An hour later, Foran was looking like he was sorry I had ever saved his life as he looked at all the supplies I had picked out for myself, including two horses, one that would probably be best suited to be a packhorse, and a large gray with quite a personality. Might take a bit of time to get it obedient but it would be worth it, it's a good horse.
I gave Foran a smile and carried my free supplies up to my free room to sleep. Foran really is a Friend, but I figured he wouldn't really be in the mood to talk after giving away all that stuff. Foran is a businessman.
I decided to name the horse Jesha, after the corrupt leader of the Jir'ai, because I am Jesha's master, just as I hope to be Jesha's master one day, that is, before I exile HIM. See how he likes it. Sometime in the middle of my fantasizing, I fell asleep.
On impulse, I took out one of the daggers I had been wearing recently, and dug it into the road outside the inn and left it there. It didn't matter if it was stolen, it wasn't really my style anyways, and not even worth much.
An hour later, Foran was looking like he was sorry I had ever saved his life as he looked at all the supplies I had picked out for myself, including two horses, one that would probably be best suited to be a packhorse, and a large gray with quite a personality. Might take a bit of time to get it obedient but it would be worth it, it's a good horse.
I gave Foran a smile and carried my free supplies up to my free room to sleep. Foran really is a Friend, but I figured he wouldn't really be in the mood to talk after giving away all that stuff. Foran is a businessman.
I decided to name the horse Jesha, after the corrupt leader of the Jir'ai, because I am Jesha's master, just as I hope to be Jesha's master one day, that is, before I exile HIM. See how he likes it. Sometime in the middle of my fantasizing, I fell asleep.
OOC: Well, Swift is still controlling my character, so I won't do anything now because I don't want to ruin any possible plan he's made. But I'm going to ask right now, is this story going to have comic relief, or do you guys perfer a serious/ dark mood? Just so I don't do anything that would interrupt the story.
And, while I'm still on, I want to ask: Do you guys read 'Order of the Stick' or any of those stories that had the dark elf Drizzt in them?
And, while I'm still on, I want to ask: Do you guys read 'Order of the Stick' or any of those stories that had the dark elf Drizzt in them?
It had been a tough trek. Though the druidic oath does not forbid the hunting of animals for food, Grimjaws was not the paragon of practicality. It hurt him every time he had to cut down one of the beasts of the land, so he made it a once-a-week occurrence. It had come to one of those times, and the only animal he had encountered was a doe with a red coat.
Damned blasted fairy cattle.
He was looking forward to the rendezvouz with his old troupe, though. It helped that Estrelas was a competent tracker (despite being a badger, of all things). He only hoped that they would forgive him for darting off in such a hurry, though. He really did.
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Still stalling!
Any objections to my introducing and controlling a Svirfneblin Bard for comic relief? He'll probably die once we reach the spine of the world, or go back to the Underdark, or something. So, in other words: a "some guy" character.
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Almightyjoe, sorry, but you can't be to the north. I was assuming familiarity the the Forgotten Realms campaign setting.
To the north is our destination, beyond the spine of the world.
Useful reference map [http://jewels-of-illefarn.wikidot.com/local--files/world-map/Map.jpg].
Damned blasted fairy cattle.
He was looking forward to the rendezvouz with his old troupe, though. It helped that Estrelas was a competent tracker (despite being a badger, of all things). He only hoped that they would forgive him for darting off in such a hurry, though. He really did.
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Still stalling!
Any objections to my introducing and controlling a Svirfneblin Bard for comic relief? He'll probably die once we reach the spine of the world, or go back to the Underdark, or something. So, in other words: a "some guy" character.
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Almightyjoe, sorry, but you can't be to the north. I was assuming familiarity the the Forgotten Realms campaign setting.
To the north is our destination, beyond the spine of the world.
Useful reference map [http://jewels-of-illefarn.wikidot.com/local--files/world-map/Map.jpg].
Finally reaching the village, Ishtul headed straight for the local tavern, where he would hopefully pick up some rumors on his prey's whereabouts, as well as some food and a place to sleep.
Ready to get off his feet after the long days of travel, Ishtul walked up to the tavern door. Before heading inside, however, he paused. It may have been his weariness deluding him, but he could have sworn he saw a glimmer of light flash onto the door. He turns around, expecting an attack from some homeless person hoping to score a few coins to pay for his next binge on the tavern's ale, but sees no one. Curious as to where the flash came from, he cautiously looks around, until he spots a harmless dagger almost up to its hilt in the ground by the side of the road.
Relieved, he walks over and wrenches the dagger from its home in the earth, wondering who would have put it there. Finding no discernable traits worth mentioning about it, Ishtul pockets the knife without a second thought. After all, one can never have too many weapons.
Ishtul then walks up and opens the door to the tavern. A quick scan of the inhabitants reveals that none of the ones he is pursuing are there, at least in the area around the bar. Confident that he won't have to worry about them spotting him there, Ishtul sits down in front of the barkeep.
"What'll it be?" asks the bartender. He seems annoyed at something, but Ishtul feels it would be best not to pry. "Just water, please." he answers calmly. It's always better to have a clear head while hunting, and, considering his prey, he needed to have as clear a head as possible.
The bartender grunts and, setting a filthy glass on the counter, proceeds to fill it to the brim with what can barely be described as water. Ishtul scowls at it for a moment, but, deciding that he didn't need any enemies here, takes the glass and pays for it.
He spends the next few minutes listening in on conversations between various inhabitants of the tavern and, while not hearing anything about the adventurers he is hunting, does hear a lot of rumors about this Trollslottet place. None of it good.
Eventually, Ishtul realizes that listening in on the conversations of these lowlifes is getting him nowhere, and decides to rent a room for the night. The barkeep promptly gives him a key to a room on the top floor, in a five story inn...
Swallowing his pride, and with the sneaking suspicion that the barkeep is in a foul mood, Ishtul silently trudges up the stairs, where he eventually collapses on his bed, and immediately falls asleep, worries about finding the adventurers and, more importantly, the wolf, set aside until the morning, and a new day.
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Ah, I didn't realize we were basing this off of a pre-existing world map. I'll have to take that into account from now on.
Ready to get off his feet after the long days of travel, Ishtul walked up to the tavern door. Before heading inside, however, he paused. It may have been his weariness deluding him, but he could have sworn he saw a glimmer of light flash onto the door. He turns around, expecting an attack from some homeless person hoping to score a few coins to pay for his next binge on the tavern's ale, but sees no one. Curious as to where the flash came from, he cautiously looks around, until he spots a harmless dagger almost up to its hilt in the ground by the side of the road.
Relieved, he walks over and wrenches the dagger from its home in the earth, wondering who would have put it there. Finding no discernable traits worth mentioning about it, Ishtul pockets the knife without a second thought. After all, one can never have too many weapons.
Ishtul then walks up and opens the door to the tavern. A quick scan of the inhabitants reveals that none of the ones he is pursuing are there, at least in the area around the bar. Confident that he won't have to worry about them spotting him there, Ishtul sits down in front of the barkeep.
"What'll it be?" asks the bartender. He seems annoyed at something, but Ishtul feels it would be best not to pry. "Just water, please." he answers calmly. It's always better to have a clear head while hunting, and, considering his prey, he needed to have as clear a head as possible.
The bartender grunts and, setting a filthy glass on the counter, proceeds to fill it to the brim with what can barely be described as water. Ishtul scowls at it for a moment, but, deciding that he didn't need any enemies here, takes the glass and pays for it.
He spends the next few minutes listening in on conversations between various inhabitants of the tavern and, while not hearing anything about the adventurers he is hunting, does hear a lot of rumors about this Trollslottet place. None of it good.
Eventually, Ishtul realizes that listening in on the conversations of these lowlifes is getting him nowhere, and decides to rent a room for the night. The barkeep promptly gives him a key to a room on the top floor, in a five story inn...
Swallowing his pride, and with the sneaking suspicion that the barkeep is in a foul mood, Ishtul silently trudges up the stairs, where he eventually collapses on his bed, and immediately falls asleep, worries about finding the adventurers and, more importantly, the wolf, set aside until the morning, and a new day.
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Ah, I didn't realize we were basing this off of a pre-existing world map. I'll have to take that into account from now on.
OOC: Yes, but we're "allowed" to stumble upon random hamlets, of course.
The map isn't the end, either. You might want to acquaint yourself with the deities and whatnot, but I'm not going to put in any ridiculous limitations like "Half-halfings don't exist in Dungeons and Dragons!!!!!!"
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Fimbul
Fimbul wasn't particularly harsh. Well, none of the Svirfneblin really were, to be honest. Those weird priests were always whispering, but Fimbul liked to sing. Yes, Fimbul was a strange one.
But not harsh, no sir!
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Grimjaws
Naturally, traversing the woodlands was quite easy for a druid (and a wood elf at that!) and a badger, so the journey was fairly smooth, and fairly uneventful. As fair as a pale beauty...
Ha!
Leaving the woodlands, Grimjaws rejoined the road Might and Swift had been taking, and headed along it, hoping for a village or somesuch. He was in luck. Wandering up to the inn, he noticed that it was quite busy. Ducking his head inside the door, a quick glance over the occupants revealed something awful: there were a lot of them. The innkeeper loked as foul as one of Umberlee's storms, so Grimjaws decided against staying the night.
Curses, no meat... again.
On that note, he slipped out the city gates, and got some distance before resuming his wolf form. In such a way, Grimjaws, with the spirit of a wolf, resumed his trek. He only hoped that he could find Swift and Might again. It kept creeping back that leaving them was a very bad idea...
The map isn't the end, either. You might want to acquaint yourself with the deities and whatnot, but I'm not going to put in any ridiculous limitations like "Half-halfings don't exist in Dungeons and Dragons!!!!!!"
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Fimbul
Fimbul wasn't particularly harsh. Well, none of the Svirfneblin really were, to be honest. Those weird priests were always whispering, but Fimbul liked to sing. Yes, Fimbul was a strange one.
But not harsh, no sir!
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Grimjaws
Naturally, traversing the woodlands was quite easy for a druid (and a wood elf at that!) and a badger, so the journey was fairly smooth, and fairly uneventful. As fair as a pale beauty...
Ha!
Leaving the woodlands, Grimjaws rejoined the road Might and Swift had been taking, and headed along it, hoping for a village or somesuch. He was in luck. Wandering up to the inn, he noticed that it was quite busy. Ducking his head inside the door, a quick glance over the occupants revealed something awful: there were a lot of them. The innkeeper loked as foul as one of Umberlee's storms, so Grimjaws decided against staying the night.
Curses, no meat... again.
On that note, he slipped out the city gates, and got some distance before resuming his wolf form. In such a way, Grimjaws, with the spirit of a wolf, resumed his trek. He only hoped that he could find Swift and Might again. It kept creeping back that leaving them was a very bad idea...
OOC: Well, AL (Can I call you that, Almightyjoe?), I'm nowhere near you, so sorry ):
Also, the various class archetypes presented in D&D can provide useful regulators for your power, to stop you from turning into a combat Monk of Mary Sue (directed at everyone). So, looking up the Forgotten Realms class list might also help if you feel you can't reign yourself in. If you do reference them, don't feel compelled to obey the D&D "rules", though. It should be that: a reference.
Also, the various class archetypes presented in D&D can provide useful regulators for your power, to stop you from turning into a combat Monk of Mary Sue (directed at everyone). So, looking up the Forgotten Realms class list might also help if you feel you can't reign yourself in. If you do reference them, don't feel compelled to obey the D&D "rules", though. It should be that: a reference.
OOC:
It looks like a few characters are going to meet up at the inn me and Killion are staying at, and once you all become an actual "party", I plan on actually interfering with your quest, instead of just following along in the background. No idea how Might is going to meet up with you guys, seeing as he's in the middle of nowhere.
It looks like a few characters are going to meet up at the inn me and Killion are staying at, and once you all become an actual "party", I plan on actually interfering with your quest, instead of just following along in the background. No idea how Might is going to meet up with you guys, seeing as he's in the middle of nowhere.