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The Scroll of Orcas (D&D 3.5 Based) Group 1

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Players in Group 1:
Romantic[Dream]
Lawless (NPC)
Lynisedel
Canvasofwhite
Styx
Nyoko


Welcome to the Metropolis known as Dragoria. The town is huge. Though it is a port town, it is known as the center of the continent, because no matter where anyone is on the continent, they go to Dragoria for their trading and whatnot. You have all heard rumors far and wide about a man who is taking adventurers to go on a quest with him. Not much is known about this man, other than he is a bard, and his name is Sol.

It isn't the pay or the man that interests people about this job, as much as it is the quest. It is supposed to be a quest to retrieve a sword that used to belong to the lord over the whole continent they were on... he was a half dragon known as Dragor, and he started off as just a warrior.


The day is young, and the sun hasn't quite gotten to the top of the sky, meaning that it is about 9 in the morning. The town's buildings had a bit of a late Gothic style... most of the buildings had pointy arches, and were either a dark shade of black, or a very brilliant white. The roads were made of marble, and the houses were made of black or white bricks.
 
Lynisedel sat up in one of the beds of the inn. She looked around the room to stare at her stuff for a moment. She went through a mental checklist in her mind to make sure none of her things had been stolen and fortunately she had all of her gear as far as she could tell. She rolled off the bed, her feet dangling a moment from the height as she gets off. She slept shirtless for the primary fact it was more convenient. She kept the top of her light leather armor under the bed, sleeping in the rest and her dagger on the nightstand of the room. She slips on the top of her armor and tucks her dagger in a pocket of her slacks concealing it before stepping into the hall and heading for the way downstairs.
 
Yanos had been in the common room long before dawn. He'd taken his trance shortly after dinner and was fully awake before the end of the Witching Hour. So he'd spent the time down stairs watching the coming and going of late night patrons, conversing with whoever wished to. Eventually resorting to staring into the fire and taking notes in is journal, he waited for the sun to rise and life to suffuse the room once again. He took a light breakfast once the kitchen staff had awoken, noting how his purse was in steady decline. He hoped his next job was soon at hand. Taking his place again at a back table, he waited...
 
Ariel had plenty of money for a room if she wanted to have one. However the priestess was so engrossed into the tome in front of her, that she had stayed up all night at the edge of the counter, reading through the text. She sniffled a yawn, as the early light of dawn told her that the new morning has come. She placed her fingers on the side of her head, removing the fine spectacles from her face. The purpose of her glasses was merely a tool for reading, as her eyesight was quite well for a human. Unlike most clerics who spread the words of their divine lord and god to others, Ariel's mission was not for faith, but for knowledge and secrets that in turn, would be used to better herself and educate the faithful with her wisdom.

She looked up ahead, seeing the wall behind the counter sprouted with bottles of alcoholic drinks. Somehow, she had survived any sort of ruckus that the night had in the bar, and generously tuned out the loud noises of dishes, the clanking of glasses, and the loud gossip that fluttered around the customers. Now at dawn, there was little to look at, and the tavern keeper was busying cleaning up the messes from yesterday, and preparing for the coming evening. Ariel herself, was in a bit of a standstill with her books however, as they laid clean and used for quite some time. Nowadays, Ariel just needed something to fill those pages. Knowledge, after all, was what she sought.
 
As the morning grew brighter, more and more people started to walk into the tavern and into the common room.

A rather strange looking man walked in, calmly. His skin was pale and it looked as though he had been deprived of sleep for a some time. He wore leather chaps, a leatherscale vest, and a leatherscale trench coat. It was all dyed black, but under the scales were read. He had multiple piercings, as well as multiple scars. On his head was a mohawk, and from the bald part of his head all the day down his jawline on both sides of his face he had tattoos going up and down.

He sat down in an armchair, his crystal blue eyes scanned the common room, and then he started to play his violin.
 
Lynisedel covered her ears, the sudden piercing noise agitating her. She looked back to see the man creating the noise. While she noticed a few people probably appreciated the music she wasn't all too fond of it, especially first thing in the morning. Although the bar is empty except for maybe one or two people she sits down leaning her head on the counter still clutching her ears. She was bored and the piercing violin just made it worse.
 
Yanos's pointed ears perked at the new sound. He looked up and noted the newcomer. Another person of interest. He became more aware of the room again as it began to fill it. The young lady with the books was still at bar. As was the halfling from the night before. Deep in his cowl, a smiled formed. She did not seem to appreciate the music.
He slowly rose to his feet and pulled back the hood of his cloak. Auburn hair fell to his shoulders has he walked toward the bar. Pausing for a moment, he placed a silver on the arm of the violinist's chair. His reddish eyes, the color of old blood, met briefly with the violinist ice blue.
Yanos took a seat at the bar near the suffering halfling "I take it you don't appreciate the music" he said with a soft smile


(23 Will save 19+2+2 for natural resistance)
 
[Will save 19, but didn't need to roll, base will save is zero unless it involves an illusion.]

Lynisedel pulls her hands of her ears sighing. "Well I suppose it ain't that bad." She turns on the stool watching the bard with his instrument. "But music is never the best thing after just getting up." She leaned back against the counter resting her elbows on it. "Of course then again I had a little bit too much to drink." She leaned her head on her hand watching the bard.

[[Gnome, not halfling, but a gnome]]
 
Yanos ordered a glass of white wine. While he waited he watched the rest of the room, noting other patrons reactions to the music. (Spot check 15)
Looking down at the gnome "And how much was too much?"




[[*Face palm* Note to self: read character sheets closer...]]
 
[Rolled 13 (+5) = 18.Will Save failed {Ha! Go figure it's the one with the highest will save that fails the roll XD} ]

"On the contrary little gnome, music can be heard any time of the day. Or course, that depends on who, or what culture." Ariel interjected as she came upon the gnome and grey elf. The brown haired woman had her shoulder length hair tied back with a large pin to hold it in place, away from her eyes. Clutching the book to her chest, she took a seat beside the gnome. "After all, Gnoll culture often wake to the sounds of a drum." She noted, explaining an example to prove her point.

Then, the human looked at the bard who played his music. "That's a form of elven music if I'm not mistaken. Though, it is not music that I have heard or read about before." [Knowledge check : 15]
 
The bard noticed he was getting the attention of a few travelers. He smiled and stood up. "It isn't elven, per say... it's from a tribe of elves from the plain of shadow known as Shadowswyfts. I met one in my travels and we exchanged music." He said, then walked over to them and smiled at the bartender. "So, anyone come in for that job yet?" He asked the bartender.

"No.. had alot of people come in recently, though..."
 
"Ok, so this is what I gather." She finally sits up, looking at the small group that seems to have congregated near her seat at the bar. "First thing; we ain't gnoll, second thing I had a few pints, third thing; a shadow elf has the word elf in it, thus it's an elf!" After her small rant she buried her face in her arms again, her hangover getting to her. "And a fourth thing!.......... What job?" She lifts her head up interested, last nights drinking binge had made her coin purse a bit light.
 
Yanos looked back at the gnome and grinned "I dare you to say that elf comment to a Drow. Elves we may be, the same we most definitely are not."
He turned is attention back the the bard "Yes do tell. A job would be most welcome at this time." His own purse was running a little low as well. But mostly it was the chance to leave this place. He's been in this town far too long.
 
"First you disrespect my music, then you want to know my job?" He asked the girl with a smirk. He looked over to Yanos. "It's to retrieve an artifact." He said. "A powerful weapon... all the treasure you find will be your pay, plus all the gold, silver, and bronze I find will be split amongst you."
 
The prospect of gold was nice to a mercenary perhaps, or maybe anyone else in general, but Ariel was not convinced by gold, but by the artifact. "An artifact? What kind?" She asked, her curiosity piqued. Knowledge, after all, was the portal to everything, so she saw it. "Perhaps something of an old religion? A dark lord's old weapon, perhaps?" She asked, leaning forward toward him. She looked over at the gnome and elf, as they would probably jump at the chance for more riches, she saw it in their eyes. She sounded too eager, which made her lean back again straight.

"Where is this artifact, may I ask?"
 
Sol laughed. "I'm not just going to TELL you where it is! Of course, then again... if I did you'd probably just get yourself killed... however. I WILL tell you about it... it is the mace of a powerful cleric of strength. He was under a high war God in the 5th age. (We're currently in the 15th age, fyi) This God he spoke of isn't a well known one... some say this God died... but the mace is supposed to be a way to speak with this God..."
 
"So, just to be clear: The terms are the standard "Our assistance for your information", we all have salvage rights to whatever we may find divided equally among us. And in exchange for your information, along with any and all currency you find, you take home said artifact?

He leaned back against the bar, his gaze detached and downward as he began to muse "And if what you say about said artifact is true, that would mean that it has been lost for a vast amount of time. This would most likely mean one of two things. Either it is in an incredibly dangerous place, that would prevent it's discovery, but this could become a challenge to people like us and thus would be well known...More likely is that it is in a remote or forgotten location. This would imply that we would be traveling quite a distance. Though it is entirely possible that I'm wrong and both of these circumstance apply. Or maybe neither do...."

He looked back up to the bard "I'm game"
 
"Music has nothing to do with money." She turns around on the bar stool, looking at the bard all of the adventurer's attention on him. "I'll go after your artifact, but all best be going together. He said there was money, and no one just leaves money laying around, therefore it's in a dangerous place." She sets her empty mug down on the bar looking at Styx proudly having solved his little conundrum for him.
 
"Actually it's in quite a convenient place. The cellar of this tavern, and all you have to worry about are rats!" He said, and then he started to laugh, failing at trying to hold it in. "Ooooh, you know, I actually got someone with that once?" He asked and then he laughed. "Seriously... if you ever get the chance to go do the Bartender's Quest of killing the rats... tell me." He said. "I want to watch."
 
"Killing rats is rather boring though don't you think?" She tapped her fingers on the bar. "So are you going to tell us about this artifact? Because I'm really starting to lose interest in your ramblings." She frowned crossing her arms against her chest.
 
((Sorry for taking a while. IRL issues))

Ijarra practically busted down the door with her entrance. Not that she was particularly forceful or anything. She just had that sort of presence. How many Elves took that dainty stereotype and ground the heels of their boots into it until it cried? Clad in dark green leathers supported by chain, she carried a long chain draped over her right shoulder, protruding hooked spikes. Funny thing was, despite the rough look, she wasn't that bad. Without hesitation upon coming in, she slumped onto a bar stool, waiting for service. All the while she kept an eye out, and an ear, making sure nothing weak and pitiful would come to disturb her.

Passive Intimidate: 15
Passive Listen: 17
Passive Spot: 13
 
She practically jumped as the door of the inn burst open. She turned her head startled, a rough looking elf was making it's way across the Inn. She slumped over back to the attention of the bard and the rest of the crew, wanting little to do with the intimidating woman who had entered.
 
((Sorry for my absence... finals, lol. I'm free for a week and a half.))

Sol just shook his head and sighed. "I've told you all you need to know. It is a weapon. The rest of the lore behind it isn't important, as it will be mine, seeing as how I'm hiring you to help ME get it." He then put his violin up and walked over to the new arrival. He paused slightly, but then gulped and walked up to her. "Oi, want a job?"
 
[[I'm very proud of the thread's activity. :roll: ]]

"So secret object and whatnot, I get it." She rolled her eyes watching him trod off over to the intimidating woman who entered. "Oh by the nine hells we won't be working with her will we?" She looked over at Ariel and Yona hoping garner some sort of agreement of disapproval.
 
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