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| − | Hey folks, the original "Forgotten Freedom" threads have become a bit of an institution here at the Eberron message boards since they're almost as old as the forums themselves. Well, the campaign of the Forgotten Freedom has certainly served us well for a long time.
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| − | However, like all good campaigns, it's reached its zenith and it's time to start looking at new horizons. The Forgotten Freedom Vol. 3 will continue on indefinitely as a home for all the zaniness that the forum wishes to fill. However, the Shadows over Cyre is an attempt to explore a slightly more serious take on the setting.
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| − | Not quite a PBP, it's instead more of a interactive attempt to generate a setting within a specific location that hopefully will provide people with hopefully plenty of material for their own campaigns and be entertaining for the regular forum goers to read.
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| − | '''Caer Shadowfast'''
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| − | '''Population''': est. 1,811
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| − | '''Government Type''': Military Dictatorship
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| − | '''Legal Code''': Code of Kaius with some nod to local law
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| − | '''Religions''': Sovereign Host (80%), Church of the Silver Flame (10%), Other (8%), Secret Dragon Below Cultists (2%)
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| − | '''Racial Composition''': Humans (50%), Warforged (20%), Dwarves (10%), Elves and Half-Elves (10%), Shifters (5%), Kalashtar (2%), Changelings (2%), Other (1%)
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| − | '''National Composition''': Cyrean 40%, Karrnath 20%, Breland 15%, Aundair 10%, Thrane 10%, 5% Other
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| − | '''Soldiers''': 50 Archers, 50 Militia
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| − | '''Chief Exports''': Recovered Cyrean Goods, Trade Goods
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| − | '''Chief Imports''': Adventurers, Foodstuffs, Iron ore, Weapons
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| − | Our setting for this ongoing thread will be Caer Shadowfast, an independent Castle located on the edge of the Mournlands and Breland. Technically within the bounds of Cyre, it is not actually in territory that was part of the Mourning. It is now a trading depot for those hoping to move goods to and from Breland that would normally have passed through Cyre. This had lead to a rather eclectic population for the Castle.
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| − | On occasion, abberations or lesser undead have been known to attack the Castle. Also, there have been warforged scouting parties. Thus far, the Castle has repulsed all the attacks without too much effort.
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| − | Map: [http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f350/Willowhugger/godard_castle_town.jpg]
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| − | To help preserve the realism, characters are expected to be one of the standardized Eberron races and to have their characters remain within the confines of Levels 1-13. Actual stats are unimportant but this is to measure the kind of power level your character is expected to have.
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| − | When you introduce your character, please give a couple of paragraphs of biography and a physical description. Sort of like this.
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| − | This is meant to be a serious work with lots of room for introspection of characters and interacting with the world of Eberron. I.e. a chance to let players refine their relationship with the setting. Certainly, humor IC is appropriate for humorous characters but bizarre behavior will be treated pretty much as you'd expect in our world. Overall, it's only 3 years since the equivalent of World War 1 has ended. There's a slightly morbid sense to the city though its hardly all pervasive.
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| − | Charles Phipps 07-13-07 01:31 AM
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| − | ''Caer Shadowfast''
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| − | The Karrnathian drummer boy, Nathan, was probably about 14 years old even as many of the citizens of the township found it inappropriate for a boy to play the executioner's drumbeat as the three subjects were lead to gallows the early morning of Arrahday on the 13th day of the month of Nymm. However, the boy had been a drummer boy during the Last War and had seen far worse than this conditions. Adulthood was achieved at 14 in Karrnath whereas it was closer to 16 for boys in other nations.
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| − | The military governor of Caer Shadowfast was Colonel Du'Crion, whom many people erroneously referred to as Baron despite the fact that he had no recognition of being raised to that title. Shadowfast existed in a legal gray area that was much like Q'Barra. Prince Oargev and King Boranal had both sent messangers asking the Karrnathian deserters to swear homage to their thrones and bring the wealthy tribute they imposed to their realms. King Kaius had paid no notice of such a small outpost on the other edge of the continent but at least two Warlords had offered 'forgiveness' for the renegades who'd refused to return home.
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: Goodman Dunrick, Velkar Forgerfire, and Tomos No-Surname you have been found guilty of theft in varying degrees.
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| − | Goodman Durnick: There was no trial! We have rights as Brelish citizens!
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: This is not Breland. Your crime was to continually shortchange Cyrean customers and to have your assistants steal from your competitors amongst them's bulk stock. This is not to be tolerated.
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| − | Goodman Durnick: You have no authority here.
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: Sedition is to be punished by having one's tongue cut out. I suggest you rethink said comments. The punishment is to have him compensate all of his customers to an aforementioned price and the theft. He is also to be flogged.
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: You, Velkar Forgerfire are guilty of being a cutpurse and burglar. You have sold false maps to adventurers seeking wealth in the Mournlands. No doubt sending many on harmless goosechases but endangering other's lives. You have been verified as guilty on countless occasions and have been suggested to have ties to a Thieves' Guild operating here. Do you have anything to say in your defense?
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: The sentence is death.
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: Tomas No-Surname, you are thirteen years old and you should be lucky you have not hit your fourteenth birthday. You are old enough to know the difference between right and wrong but have engaged in theft of foodstuffs.
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: Because of the remedial nature of your crimes, though in wartime or famine you'd lose your hand, this court will allow you the option of compensating the Bakers you've robbed from and a fine to wasting the state's time. As an orphan and vagabond, you have no viable means to compensate them though in which case a trade will be found to apprentice you too. If none can be found you will be employed in the service of the state.
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: Also give him a wrap on the knuckles with a rod. This court is no dismissed.
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| − | Neutral Human Male Rogue 1
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| − | Appearance: A sprightly fourteen year old boy that is either wearing a scaled down version of a Karrnathian military uniform or his usual slacks and plain shirt of a normal boy of the citizenry.
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| − | Nathan Shadowfast is a not untypical case for orphans in Karrnath. His parents killed by Thranish deserters, Nathan was packed off to a public orphanage where food was extremely tight. Despite being too young to actively enlist, Nathan volunteered to serve as an irregular that many children took in order to escape starvation. Befriending Colonel Du'Crion due to his resemblance to the man's deceased child, Nathan was allowed to become a shoe shiner and later a drummer for the military unit. Thus, he was with them when they took the Cyrean Castle and essentially set up shop in it. The boy is surprisingly experienced for his age as he had to be to survive on the battlefields. While always adopting a severe expression during his 'duties', the boy has actually adapted well to life in the Castle.
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| − | From the grey mists that hung within sight of the castle, a small band emerged, led by a Fox Shifter female. A reflection of the castle's eclectic population, it consisted also of a Half-Elf male druid, a similar looking male Half-Elf Ranger, a Warforged Barbarian, a male Dwarven Artificer, a female Human Dragonmarked (Deneith) Fighter, a male Half-Orc Rogue, and a female Gnome Wizard.
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| − | Thelia (Shifter): Cut the chit chat. Prying eyes are about.
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| − | Thelia: As per the agreement, the bodies were not harmed. It was too much to expect my team not to rifle through their pockets, but they were otherwise left as is.
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| − | Guard 1: *leaning over the battlements to see the gate* Who Goes there? friend or Foe?
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| − | in the deep darkness, a tall figure stood, his face obscured by a black hood and a black cloak hung about his shoulders. he wore black clothing that consited of trousers, boots, a sash and belt and a waist coat with a white shirt underneath. over this he wore a suit of black Darkweave Breastplate. strapped to his back was a hand and a half sword of beautiful design.
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| − | Kael: *Cyran accent* Kael'Thas 'Urdansa, Mercenary.
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| − | Guard 1: would that make you a friend or a foe?
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| − | Kael: Friend. im here to collect my payment for a bounty in the name of the Colonel.
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| − | the gates creak open and Kael steps out into the courtyard, on entrance he's greeted by Gaurd 3, whose rubbing his hands against the biting cold. Kael removes his hood, revealing a young Half-elf. his skin is bone white, with snow white short hair. Beneath his right eye was a curling runic tattoo
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| − | Guard 3 found him slightly ... unsettling, especially because of the Ethereal breeze that seemed to effect only him.
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| − | Guard 3: *glancing at the sack in Kael's hand* ... Bounty?
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| − | Kael: A Sorcerrer
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| − | Guard 3: thats a rather small sack...
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| − | Kael: Part of him.
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| − | Guard 3: Oh .. erm, follow me. The Colonel is probably still awake at this hour, lots of paper work see.
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| − | Kael: Running anything tends to build up a lot of paper work these days.
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| − | Guard 3: Quite... erm, i hope you dont mind me asking but... would you be one of those Magehounds?
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| − | Kael: Yes. i am a Magehound, I am trained to Arrest and contain people who break the laws governing magic.
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| − | Guard 3: ... And Execute them?
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| − | Kael: If the Situation requires it, yes.
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| − | They continued in Silence from there on, Guard 3 found somthing unsettling about this man. he could swear he saw him pass through somthing a moment ago....
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: *waveing him away* yes yes
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: Ah Kael, *glances at the Sack* i trust the Offender has been taken care of.
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| − | Kael: As you requested The Offender has been taken care of.
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: *anxious* you ermm... made sure they wouldnt rise again i hope.
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| − | Kael: Yes, i took the proper precuations when dispensing of the creatures sir.
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: *slightly paler* You can dispose of the... head now, i have no need of proof that the Sorcerrer Mavra and her scourge are delt with.
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| − | Kael: as you wish.
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: you'll be staying in town for a bit i take it?
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| − | Kael: It would appear so sir
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| − | Colonel Du'Crion: Good good
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| − | Kael turns to leave's a silently as he came. Colonel Du'Crion breathed a sigh of releif, there was no doubt that his work was perfect, or of the mans skill. but even so, he was unsettling to be about. there was somthing... dark about the man. and if the rumours of his heritage were true....
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| − | Kael'Thas Nicodemus Urdansa
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| − | Lawful Netrul Half-Elf
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| − | Wizard 4/ Warlock 4/ Eldritch therge 3/ Magehound 2
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| − | his body is slim and lightly build with a well toned and scultped muscels. he moves with an almost predatory and unearthly air, which unsettles people as much as his appearance does.
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| − | Kael possesses an Exotic beauty, though most people are put off by the un-natural aura about him.
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| − | Kael possesses no scars, but does have a runic tatto beneath his right eye, and similar ones along the outside of his right arm and both legs as well as along his spine.
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| − | Kael is quiet, reserved and polite. he always remains calm and controlled no matter what the situation, and his patience is almost inexhaustable.
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| − | Kael never lets anyone get too close to him, and if they invade his personal space he draws back. Kael also draws away from other peoples touch, and finds it extremly uncomfortable.
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| − | Kael keeps to himself and his studies a lot, but takes to the outside world to earn money and to do his duty as a Magehound. he takes intrusions on his qauters seriously. Kael is unpreturbed by Violence and gore, he fears nothing and is utterly merciless.
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| − | Kael never talks about himself, and if someone does ask he merely replies. "I dont want to talk about it". what ever has happened to him, like his age is a mystery. all files on him were destroyed before the wars end.
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| − | Since then Kael has worked for various patrons and has continued his duties as a Magehound, collecting bounties and then mercilessly fullfilling them. Rumours whisper of his parentage, though Kael never discusses it, is not exactly mortal. some state that he is part demon. others that his Father was a creature from the Spirit world.
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| − | Silver: Oooooo, foxgirl. :D
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| − | 13: Not really.
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| − | Silver: Well as close as you can get in this setting. :P
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| − | Bunny: Maybe he should start calling himself Kazier_Otaku.
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| − | As morning crept across the horizon the next day, a single cloaked figure walked along the path leading up to the gate. He walked swiftly, almost tirelessly, his right hand held a walking stick made from composites of metal. it looked like his accoutrement had been pieced together as necesary in is travels across the land once known as cyre. He stepped up to the gate and gave it a solid rap with his walking stick.
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| − | Cloaked man: mutters: I hate waiting....: Wake him, and open the gate i must speak with him immediately.
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| − | Guard: very well, but he will not be happy.
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| − | Cloaked man: :nodded quietly and re-wrapped his cloak tighter round his left arm.:
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| − | Cloaked man: :cuts him off by dropping a severed warforged head on the desk. "I hope that this is the "pike" you had a bounty out on?"
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| − | Colonel: :stares grimly at the head and turns it to inspect the gulra: "indeed it is..... thank you i think....."
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| − | Cloaked man: Keep your bounty, but allow me refuge, and space to work. There is more to be done in this.... wasteland. research here could be of great use to me.
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| − | Colonel: Done. You will be given space, so long as you abide the law, and continue to..... service the keep properly. Welcome..... what was your name?
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| − | Cloaked man: "Just call me... Artifice. That will do." he picked up the mangled head by its eye sockets "May i keep this for my study?"
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| − | Colonel: :unnerved slightly: "Certainly Artifice. Ill expect a weekly report... to .... well...
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| − | Artifice: To assure my loyalty? Certainly Colonel. Pleasure doing buisiness with you.
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| − | and with that Artifice walked out of the ante chamber and into the courtyard grasping a severed warforged head in one hand his walking stick now stashed beneath his cloak.
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| − | Artifice: :looking to the head: Welcome home.
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| − | Arturo D'Cainith a.k.a. Artifice
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| − | Human nuetral Good
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| − | Artificer 5/ Renegade MasterMaker 3
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| − | Arturo has a dragon mark, how ever in a freak lab accident both his parents were killed, and he lost his left arm. He tried to maintain house business, and carry on his parents work. But his impairment forced him to move to a more diplomatic position in the house. During this time he encountered one of the houses "secret" projects. In the end Arturo dispatched the justice of his house, and killed a Master maker.
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| − | In the process Arturo also began his walk down the path aswell, replacing his lost limb with a Battlefist. he tries to hide this from as many as he can. He finds the path he has chosen his way to right the wrongs in the world. he has seperated himself from his house by staging his death in a lab accident similar to his parents. He has taken up the monoker of Artifice, and is now trying to infiltrate the lord of blades' operation in the mounrland. he believes the final secrets needed to master his transformation can be found in the LoB himself. Artifice is harsh and blunt, but good at heart. He intends to set up shop as an artificer, and research his path to power.
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| − | Eh, don't worry about it Kale. We can make some exceptions.
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| − | Article One. All Scavengers must purchase a Charter (cost 50gp per group) for free operation from Caer Shadowfast. These charters must be renewed yearly and be signed by the Governor or the Castellan.
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| − | In the middle of the night, there is a great deal more activity to be expected from the populous.
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| − | Nathan: Oiye, can you believ that? Who does he think he's going to convince with tha' anyway?
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| − | Kael: You don't think it's going to work?
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| − | Nathan: Listen, errr....
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| − | Kael: Urdansa.
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| − | Nathan: If there's one thing I know from my brief time on dis here planet, it's no one comes here to the Mournlands who didnya use to live here or who isn't a crook.
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| − | Kael: And which am I?
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| − | Nathan: You strike me as one of the third type that's in-between.
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| − | Kael: And those are?
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| − | Nathan: The Mournlands hold a lot a' secrets Mate. The third type of people come here for a simple reason. Cause they have to kill somebody.
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| − | Kael: Interesting.
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| − | Nathan: Sometimes a lot of someones.
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| − | Kael: Yes.
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| − | Nathan: Huh. You know, My Karnns juss fine. It's mah common that needs work. I do gotta say, I can't place yerr accent.
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| − | Kael: No, you can't.
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| − | Cassius - Nathan?
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| − | Nathan - The flagpole sir.
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| − | Cassius - I'm wearing my hat Nathan.
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| − | Nathan - Yes sir, she's had a new flag done up.
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| − | Cassius - Oh no
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| − | Nathan - It gets worse sir.
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| − | Nathan - Its a duck wearing your hat, sir.
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| − | Nathan - A mallard if I'm not mistaken, on a white background sir.
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| − | Cassius - Bartender another round.
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| − | OOC: Oh and I'd like to say Welcome Kamikaze_Chicken.
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| − | Now to introduce some more NPCs for everyone's use, starting with one of our local villains. Needless to say, the leader is not your usual walk up and throat slit kind.
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| − | Outside the Boar's Head Tavern
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| − | Vilcox Campagne was an Aundair merchant whom had made some bad business associations while travelling along the Shadow Trail to Breland. Not a genuinely evil man, he was nevertheless a man that had made a mistake of believing that smuggling wouldn't get him into much trouble. It had gradually grown out of hand that he'd ended up transporting weapons in and out of the city. Forgefire had been caught and executed, which meant that it was now very dangerous to stay in the city. Vilcox had thus gotten his treasury loaded up onto his cart and intended to be out of town tonight.
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| − | He was loading his last bags of coin, the copper ones, when he noticed his cart was now surrounded by rotting carcases of the undead. Creatures only allowed to operate in the Karrn quarter.
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| − | Gihren: Mister Campagne, you disappoint me. You, of all people, should realize that's very dangerous.
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| − | The black uniformed Karrnathian Merchant-Officer was a regular sight to be seen in Caer Shadowfast. As far as Vilcox was concerned, he was one Karrn too many in a city overloaded with them.
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| − | Vilcox: Lord Gihren I....I....
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| − | Gihren: You were supposed to keep me informed of when our associates are in danger of being caught. Fireforge was a drover known to be very careful. Now you're running away....tut tut tut.
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| − | Vilcox: Ple....please...can't we resolve this like civilized beings? I have money, I'll pay....
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| − | Gihren: Correction, *I* have money now. Bane?
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| − | A man wearing an Emerald Cloak walked up behind Vilcox and jabbed a Keeper's Fang into the back of the man's heart. The Half-Orc assassin wasn't particularly welcome amongst the racist human-centric Karrnathian military but the former mercenary had found employment steady and well paying in the service of the Emerald Claw....even if his god was a bit 'different' than the Corpse worshippers. The corpse of Vilcox bore no trace of violent death even as it looked merely like the fat merchant had dropped over of exertion.
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| − | Bane: What now?
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| − | Gihren: We leave the coppers and take the rest. Then we have ourselves a drink. Vilcox's strong boxes will help guarantee a continued prosperity for our enterprises in the city.
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| − | The undead then proceeded to take their newly acquired horses and carts back towards the Enclave. Few people would ever grow accustomed to seeing the Walking Dead perform manual labor but, then again, few people grew accustomed to seeing warforged do it.
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| − | Bane: *shifts uncomfortably* I'm not sure. SHE'S in town.
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| − | Gihren: Oh for Vol's sakes man. You're afraid of a Half-Orc BARD?
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| − | Bane: You would be too! She's.....touchy.
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| − | The Boar's Head Tavern
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| − | The Boar's Head Tavern wasn't the only drinking establishment in the town of Caer Shadowfast, however, it was the one that most cattered to the strange and unusual. Scavengers, mercenaries, and those just too bizarre to hang out anywhere else tended to frequent the Boar's Head. To even those used to a cosmopolitian atmosphere, the eclectic mixture of customers was enough that initially took people off guard with some individual's races being unable to be identified. The music in the other end was being played by several grossly deformed Cyrean refugees whose brains seemed to be nearly exploding out of their head...but was quite good.
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| − | Nathan: The Boar's Head Tavern. You will never find the more wretched hive of scum and villainy.
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| − | The tavern took its name from the large Lycanthrope Wereboar's head that had been taken by the current owner wielding a silver plated calvary saber before being stuffed and mounted above the wall. It's clearly inhuman features and unholy gaze caused some people to think twice about causing trouble here. Of course, some didn't mean all by any stretch of the imagination. The wall was also where most of the Head Bounties were placed for specific offenders and abberations.
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| − | Strangely, the Governor preferred to drink in this exotic locale of all places even if he got his own private corner to indulge his love of Valenar wine that was a rarity even here. Oddly, few of the regulars seemed to mind the figure's presence as he blended in and didn't talk to anyone except the Bar mistress and the occasional individual passing by.
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| − | Cassius: *TTH* Another dark and miserable day as the storms begin outside that will harken another terrible assault from the monsters from the depths. Three years since the terrible war ended inconclusively and my men's honor was sacrificed in the name of political expediency....
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| − | Nathan: Really, no lie, A DUCK.
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| − | Cassius: *TTH* Nathan approaches me. A poor boy that's yet another victim of the horror that is war. Are we slaves to our urges? To the whims of politicians? To some blind and unknowable force that plays us like a khaz game? The innocent are but short lasting flowers in the face of such evil.
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| − | Cassius: Oh yes, thank you. *takes his Valenar wine*
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| − | Nathan: Your self-narrating again aren't you?
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| − | Cassius: :shifty: No.
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| − | Nathan: In any case, I'm glad she's here. We were running low on booze.
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| − | Cassius: Aren't you a bit young for that?
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| − | Nathan: Hello! We're Karrns! I was drinking this much before I could walk! In any case, there's some scary customers in addition to Brella's return. The Artificer and the Killer. Both are here for revenge I'm certain. Against who though? Plus, Thelia is back. Rowrrrrr.
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| − | Cassius: *TTH* Another strange assortment of murderers and thieves dragged by fate or destiny to this isolated outpost on the borders of oblivion. I knew Thelia and Brella well. The former being sensual and beautiful but ridden by some hidden tragedy. Brella a bright spot of joy and cheer to disguise some inner horror. The other two.....I didn't know them but they smelled of trouble. *he takes a long drink of his wine*
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| − | Mistress "Kelly" Grimwolf: OIYE! WHAT DA HELL AR' YE DOING WITH DAT!? I GO FOR A SECOND AND YA THINK YA CAN TAKE YOUR BEER WITHOUT PAYING YA CHEEKY BASTARVE!
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| − | Cassius: *TTH* Like a Sun Goddess given life, she elegantly strolled towards me with all the grace of a Warlord's daughter.
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| − | Mistress "Kelly" Grimwolf: Eh, yew, Governor. Dat wine doesn't a come cheap. Just cause you own the town and warm me bed...amongst others I point out....doesn't a mean the drinks are on the house.
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| − | Cassius: *TTH* She didn't bring up money between us lightly. Times were difficult after the war. I often had to wonder what she had to do to survive on the streets. Of course.
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| − | Mistress "Kelly" Grimwolf: Ack! Gods! He's in one of those moods again iddin he?
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| − | Kael enters The Boars head, causing a small silence as everyone glances at the new comer. before turning back to their drinks and revelry.
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| − | Kael: *scanning the crowd*(TTH) I can't sense anything overtly dangerous, a few magic aura's but most are minor. even so i best be careful. I'm here on request from the Arch-Mage himself, he would be most Anxious if his Artifact where to be lost again.
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| − | Kael: (TTH) Ex-Millitary or Ex-Mercenary most likely, probably a Veteran, especially if the Were-Boars head is her handywork. Excuse me my lady, I was wondering how much it would be to purchase one of your rooms for the night?
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| − | Mistress "Kelly" Grimwolf: You ain't from 'round 'ere are ya? That'll be two gold.
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| − | Kael: Alcohol? no thank you. I dont drink.
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| − | Kael rose from the bar and faded into the crowd. "Kelly" Grimwolf shook her head and went back to her job. Forgieners were strange like that.
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| − | Kael found an empty table with a clear vantage point to see the whole room from and sat at it.
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| − | Silver: Oh look, the Duck's a Narrator. :rolleyes:
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| − | OOC: OK, here's a more indepth intro to Thelia's group. Four here, the rest later. I'll do a bigger IC intro than the one above once I'm done.
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| − | Benjamin Greywood
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| − | Benjamin takes after his Elven mother more than his Human father. Somewhat short, rugged but still lankey, he often gets mistaken for a teenager even though he's almost thirty. His brown hair is kept relatively short, and he bears little outward signs of past wounds
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| − | Benjamin ("Ben") arrived with his brother Gerald on a fact finding mission from the Eldeen Reaches at the behest of the Awakened Greatpine Druid Oalian. Thelia's skill and reputation led him to join her group of misfits. Good natured and high spirited, he can be a source of annoyance for the more jaded members. Though, since he is one of their few options for healing within the Mournlands, they tolerate him. Archimedes, his Owl companion, is perpetually by his side, serving as a scout for the group wary of Living Spells and other dangers of the cursed land they search.
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| − | Gerald takes after his Human father more than his Elven mother. Tall, powerfully built, and intimidating, he is a commanding presense in any room. His brown hair is kept neatly cropped, a habit held over from his time spent fighting Aundairian forces during the Last War, and he keeps his Kunai close at all times.
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| − | Gerald ("Jerry") and his brother Benjamin are seeking answers to the tradgedy that befell Cyre under the direction of the Awakened Greatpine Druid Oalian. To further this end, he has joined with Thelia's group of Scavengers. Slightly older and more level-headed than his brother, he is an excellent tracker and helps the group maintain their bearings within the dead grey mists of the Mournland. His Wolf companion, Sparks, so named for the lightning pattern in his fur, serves as a watchdog for the group.
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| − | Zeke owes his continued existence to Koram Earthshaper, who found and salvaged him after a Karrnathi Army raid into the Mror Holds went awry. He remembers nothing of his time spent as a soldier and believes he gained sentience thanks to Koram. Koram's enthusiasm and fascination towards Zeke's construct nature have rubbed off on him, convincing him to take the path of the Warforged Juggernaut.
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| − | OOC: Very nice characters.
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| − | TOO BAD THEY WILL ALL HAVE TO DIE!
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| − | The first bit of local news was that six or seven smaller bandit gangs had joined together to form a small army of about two hundred strong, though the numbers could be exaggerated. The gang had managed to destroy one of the local Brelish villages with some sixty-seven dead. The rest were being forced to pay tribute. They were going by the unoriginal name of Blood Claws.
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| − | Cassius: I grow honestly weary of this prattling music.
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| − | Nathan: You sound like a bad Sharn Inquisitive novel half the time!
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| − | Silver: You want something to drive back the darkness and make everyone feel happy? Give Ben and Jerry some cream and some ice.
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| − | Bunny: *dances* They're all going to die. They're all going to die!
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| − | Melissa D’Deneith
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| − | True Neutral Female Human
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| − | Fighter 4/Dragonmarked Heir 2
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| − | This young red-head is the niece of Baron Breven D'Deneith, and her skill with a blade reflects her upbringing. In combat, she can both direct her comrades and execute orders with ruthless efficiency. Outside of combat, she is strangely laid back, almost to the point that most have a hard time believing she's killed. Beneath the long glove on her left arm lies a Warforged graft to replace the one she lost during the final assault on Cyre, her wound being severe enough to have her shipped back home was the only thing that spared her from the disaster that claimed so many of her friends.
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| − | During the last years before the Mourning, she served in both the Brelish and Cyrean armed forces for the Blademarks and gained standing beyond her family connections in her House. Why she is currently with the group she won't say outside of "that's what I was hired to do". As they always do when there is a dearth of information, rumors circulate, ranging from the mundane to the absurd.
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| − | Most rumors revolve around her being a spy hired by House Cannith/Tharashk/Sivis/Kundarak for one reason or another, usually related to some secret project or sensitive documentation. The more absurd ones involve her being hired by one of the Cults of the Dragon Below to locate any new or unusual entrances the Khyber, or by Prince Orgave to locate and retrieve the eldrich machine some are desperate enough to believe casue the Mourning, or even by some unknown threat to all Khorvaire that wishes to contact the holder of the last Creation Forge outside house Cannith control, the Lord of Blades.
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| − | This wily Half-Orc orphan grew up in the slums of Sharn, quickly learning to use the preconceptions of others to his advantage. Observant and intelligent, he relied on his wits to survive, either out-talking any threats or pretending to be too dumb to take responsibility.
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| − | Gortuck marvelled at this man, someone so brilliant that he could solve nigh impossible cases with clues almost imperceptible to the normal man, and with minimal, or even non-existent, use of force. Gortuck read and reread the book till the binding fell to pieces, knowing that that's who he wanted to be.
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| − | A (very) distant scion of House Sivis, she bear no Mark, but has a talent for magic recognized even among her own people. She originally began her studies in the Library of Korranberg, but became dissillusioned as a staff member when she was repeatedly passed over for promotions because of her lack of family connections. When her required four years of service to the library were up, she moved to Aundair and successfully earned a place in Arcanix.
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| − | Reports of the crystalline formations of the Glass Plateau and the bizzare sights within were irresistable to her. So far, the group has only been to the area a handful of (very brief) times, but she hopes one day to be strong enough and lucky enough to begin a dedicated research project on this fascinating structure.
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| − | Captain Duck: Ahem.
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| − | Captain Duck: Duck DODGERS of the 9th and a half CENTURY!
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| − | Bunny: loser.
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| − | Captain Duck: Gods, I miss Tirmek.
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| − | Storytelling was an age old tradition on Eberron with the devastation from the Last War having caused many individuals to turn away from books and the government's versions of events to actually share what was going on in their own words.
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| − | Cassius: I am....was....a member of the Karrnath military. An organization that is not necessarily popular with many of you.
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| − | Cassius: It begins when I was a mere Captain in the armies of Karrnath. I had devoted my entire life to defeating the enemies of Karrnath. I had witnessed the Great Plague that decimated our entire ranks and the terrible transformation that underwent our forces to win the war.
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| − | Cassius: I can still remember how the skies lit up in the air with Airships as we finally built our Glorious Navy to begin the Third Great Assault on the Nation of Cyre. How they seemed to blot out the sun.
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| − | Cassius: *pauses* The details of the battle are unimportant. Goblins died by the hundreds. They broke through the ranks on the backs of gigantic House Valadis bred Dire Wolves. The bodies piled up mightily and we were forced back. Just part of the endless dance of retreat and attack in a war where miracles always prevented final victory.
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| − | Cassius: I remember meeting her on the battlefield and being of the mind that she was an incarnation of Dol Arrah. The Karrns believe in the Sovereign Host despite accusations to the contrary. We just believe in a darker one than the majority of other races follow.
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| − | Cassius: She was a mercenary for House Deneith and bore the Mark. The Karrnath treasury had been severely depleted by the Mror Holds leaving our alliance. We were also too proud to employ their warriors before. Nevertheless, we did so now in hopes of laying rest to Cyre and Breland. A treaty existed with Cyre at that time.
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| − | As Brella is hauling Cassius out the door of the Boar's Head a sudden cry comes up from the battlements outside. A horn bellows out, the warning that the castle is under attack. Moments later burst of fire can be seen erupting from the north gate. Screems of pain sound out and fire can be seen spreading from the gate to some of the nearby buildings.
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| − | Fracture: Nothing. It did not seem neccissary to punish him any more for the failings of his weak mortal shell.
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| − | Fracture: The north gate is largely destroyed, and several home suffered minor damage. There were injuries among my soldiers and the mercenaries which arrived to lend assistance but no casualties of importance.
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| − | Fracture: I stand by my statement. Now I must return to my troops. Please convey my report to the commander. (walks out of the tavern)
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| − | Cassius - Why am I getting this report now?
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| − | Nathan - Well sir it seem more important that we get you off the flagpole first.
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| − | As a silver-haired young man enters the Tavern, Kelly and several patrons look over at his hair.
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| − | Originally Posted by SilvercatMoonpaw (Post 13071824)
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| − | Red hair: (strikes dramatic storytelling pose) We bring you a tale of star-crossed fate and ancient blood magic. It is a tale filled with the lore of—
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| − | Nathan: I grew up in the farmlands of Karrnath. I don't remember much about that time there. I recall they once hanged someone to make the crops grow and my mom had lots of scars on her arms from spilling blood to make prayers.
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| − | Nathan: The village had been burned down three or four times according to my mum. That's why it was built out of Thatch, to make it easier to rebuild. However, one time a bunch of ugly blokes came and killed everyone. They might have been Thranes or they might have been Brells. Hell, they could have been Karrns because someone forgot the tax money.
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| − | Cassius: A noble pursuit for a young boy to contribute.
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| − | Nathan: If you say so Colonel. In the end, we lived under leaky roofs in flea covered beds and there were fires set in the capital every day by Emerald Claw terrorists. No food, poor water, and all the priests were healing the battlefield so sickness was always bad.
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| − | Nathan: And I decided to join the army and lied about being fourteen. The food wasn't much better but there was a steady supply of it. Though, I can't say that the experience taught me much. I once snuck over enemy lines to scavenge. Both sides looked pretty much the same and were divided by thirty yards in a trench on Dornmas.
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| − | Cassius: I see. If you'll excuse me, now I've my faculties, I must go investigate the wall and make sure it's prepared. The Mourning Horrors will sense weakness there and will probably attack it. The men must be ready to repel it until the engineers have restored it.
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