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#1 Saber-Scorpion

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 05:15 AM

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One would be hard pressed to find a more refined and admirable-looking old knight than the Grand Master of the Knights Templar, Lord Alderic Durandus, as he stepped out at the top of the mountain of stairs leading into the grand Pantheon of Templaria. He struck a kingly figure in his glittering deepgold armor, the four-pointed star on his breastplate seeming to glow from within as it reflected the harsh midday sun. His old sea-blue eyes, nearly as grey as his silver hair, scanned the shining walls of his beloved city, surrounded on nearly all sides by the sparkling ocean.

He turned back to the assembled warriors there in the courtyard, his expression stern. "I assume you have all visited the monument by the docks as my posting commanded? Good. Then you know what we are dealing with. Ten years ago, the Inquisition discovered a hive of villainous mages dwelling in our fair city, the jewel of the Empire, tarnishing it with their loathsome presence. Their leader, Khaldun the Black, was driven out of hiding and engaged in our very streets, cutting a path of destruction from the Temple of Hades all the way to the docks, destroying buildings and killing priests and other citizens as he and his lackeys fought off the Inquisitors who pursued him. To our great shame, the murderer escaped by boat over the sea. None dared to take the fight to the water, where his fire magic might be an even more potent enemy. He has not been heard from since."

Lord Durandus paused dramatically, setting his jaw. "Until today. A village along the coast was found burned to the ground, with one inhabitant left alive to tell the tale. Mad with grief and the memory of what he had seen, all he could do was roam babbling about the wreckage, weeping over the piles of ash and corpses that had once been homes and loved ones. All he could say was a single word: 'Khaldun.'

"The priests who came to bury the dead felt a great emptiness in the air, as the souls of everyone living in that town had been drained away by Khaldun's necromancers. Where the attack came from, and to where Khaldun escaped, we are not sure.

"It is your job to find out. I am offering a sum of twenty gold solidi for any information leading to the whereabouts Khaldun. There are rumors that he may be hiding within these walls, while others say he is operating entirely at sea, or perhaps has built a tower as far away as the untamed Southwest, among the beastfolk and Amazons that dwell there. For his head, I am offering a reward of three hundred gold solidi, plus a treasure from our vaults. This monster will not escape again. Among you stand Inquisitors, Knights Templar, Venatori, and professional mercenaries and fortune hunters from all over the Empire and beyond. Working together or separately, I am confident you can bring this demon to justice. But first, we will have to find him..."

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As Lord Durandus finished speaking, he stepped back to allow a shadowy figure to take his place. Clad as he was in armor as dark as the night, he required no introduction, nor did he give one. He merely drew back his black hood, revealing a hideously disfigured visage, half of it mangled by burn marks that seemed to form a Ω shape across his right cheek. His hair was ashen grey, his skin pale. Clearing his throat, he spoke before the enthralled audience.

"The Inquisition," he said, and silence fell as everyone strained to hear his low voice, "has been investigating Khaldun's activity for over a decade now. It is a black mark upon our organization's history that we allowed this accursed wretch to escape our grasp the first time. It will not happen again." He nodded gravely to the Inquisitors present among the assembled, one of whom reached a black-clad hand down to calm his vicious war hound. "To ensure this, the Inquisition is adding another three hundred solidi to the reward offered by the Templar. If one of our own claims this prize, he or she will be honored greatly by our order. And, just to make myself perfectly clear, we do not want to capture this mage. We want his head... with no body attached."

He paused, taking a deep breath, as the audience grew tense. "I have been instructed to inform you that we have found several leads you may investigate to find the whereabouts of Khaldun's lair. First, you may wish to look around his original hideout, located underground near the Temple of Hades. Some of our Ebonguards are keeping watch over it currently. Merely ask, and they will show you the way. Secondly, you can try inquiring around the docks, as there have been rumors of strange, magical sightings at sea. It could be only the fish stories of drunken seamen, but I mention it nonetheless."

Extending his black-armored arm, he gestured to a row of five figures standing at the bottom of the temple stairs. "Finally, Sir Thomas Draconius, a knight of Illikon, was with the Imperial Legion when they found the sole survivor of the village that Khaldun destroyed. Sir Drake can answer any of your questions about that incident, since the survivor is currently in the house of healing as the priests attempt to calm his fractured mind."

Sir Drake, a handsome young knight clad in the armor of a hoplite, smiled at the crowd. His features were clearly those of an Imperial noble, and his shining armor with its breastplate covered in heraldry confirmed this. His muscular bare arms and dual swords spoke much of his prowess as a warrior as well.

The Grand Inquisitor stepped back now, and the speech was resumed by the more eloquent old Grand Master of the Templar instead. "Beside Sir Draconius," he said, "you will find an Inquisitor Channeler named Basil. He is hard to miss, for he is very black, from his clothing to his skin. If you require anything from the Inquisition, he is the man to ask. Beside him stands one of our finest knights, Lady Amelina Celestine. She too is hard to miss, for she is very gold, from her armor to her eyes. If you require anything of the Knights Templar, she is here to serve. Finally, the last two, ah... individuals... the red-haired elves... are from the Venatori. I suppose they might also be of aid. Somehow."

The twin wood elves, clad in the dark blue and silver ceremonial colors of the Venatori, exchanged glances. Then they shrugged and grinned at the crowd of adventurers.

"If you need anything else," finished Lord Durandus, "plenty of merchants have gathered like vultures to see to your needs... and help themselves to your purses. Just follow the path down off the acropolis, and you'll be in the market district. Now... hmm... Yes, I believe that's everything. Everyone I see standing below me looks like an experienced warrior or soldier of fortune. A king's ransom awaits you, should you succeed. Do not disappoint me."

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FACTION-SPECIFIC INTRO'S (you can read all of these if you want, or just read yours):

INQUISITORS (AND RICHARD):
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KNIGHTS TEMPLAR:
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VENATORI/BLACKBLOODS:
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IMPERIAL LEGION:
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EVERYONE ELSE:
You see a wide variety of fortune hunters and soldiers and knights milling about you, from all walks of life and all ends of the earth. Will you team up with them, or try to strike out on your own and beat them to the prize?

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- Otherwise, you are free to do whatever you like. You can try to sabotage other players' plans and leave town first, before anyone else. Or you can try to form a good team and leave town together, hopefully increasing your chances of survival. You can go by land or by sea. It's your adventure! Have fun with it! And try not to die.

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#2 Fearful Pinata

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 06:26 AM

Alexander looked to his fellow Templar after the woman was done speaking to them. "Perhaps we should investigate the underground hideout as suggested, thoughts?"

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 06:35 AM

"Blackbloods. They're an insult to the monster hunting tradition. Think they can beat years of experience just by putting that poison into their systems!" said a red-haired wood elf across from the two Blackbloods, Alaveran and Dyle.

"Heh, Venatori. Pay no heed to them, brother. Save it for that mage whose head we seek." said Alaveran to his fellow, Dyle, "We didn't have much time to get acquainted. My name is Alaveran Sutosh; I hail from the East, beyond the Jagged Edge. I have been in the order shortly after i stepped foot here a few years ago."

The Easterner gave a short bow to his older Imperial counterpart.

"I remember my first hunt by myself. Not wise. Would you like to join me in this venture? As you are a senior member of the order, I would let you take the majority of the shared reward. Perhaps we could join with these others as well."

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#4 Bethany

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 06:46 AM

((If it's not night, then disregard this post, because I am assuming it is))

Sasse's eyes were fixed on her mystical gem as she hid in an allyway away from the others. After assuring herself that her daughter was safe and sound with who she had left her with, Sasse pocketed her gem and exited the allyway. Sasse had listened in on the conversations of her fellow members and their leader, and heard mention of a base underground near the Temple of Hades, Sasse's favorite deity.

Sasse headed towards where the Ebonguard stood, she wished to not interact with the others. It would merely be the best for Sasse to venture alone to investigate. Besides, her goal was to rule the Hidden Ones, no one of these low life scoundrels would be of any use to her what-so-ever later on.

Sasse walked up to one of the Ebonguards, "May you lead me to the man's old base?"

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 07:16 AM

Sir Samthus Maradium listened to the advice of his superiors with vigor. This was his chance to not only bring honor to his house, but to make himself known. If his face was known rather than just his name, he would be recognized for his own value. No longer would House Maradium control his future as they did now. This dark mage, this Khaldun the Black, must be killed by his hand.

The Knight Templar mounted his white stallion. The horse, named Arion in honor of the legendary steed swifter than any others, was as experienced in war as its master. While the knight wore both plate and mail armor, the horse bore only a steel plate on its breast with the bull emblem of the Maradiums. Samthus' basic supplies were kept behind the saddle and a halberd was strapped along the stallion's side. The young man removed his helm to address his fellow Knights Templar, but another one beat him to it.

"Perhaps we should investigate the underground hideout as suggested, thoughts?" said a knight in solid deepgold armor. Samthus nodded in acquiescence. "I agree. If we are to capture this scourge before the others, we must act fast." The knight turned to an Ebonguard. "Inquisitor! Would you be so good as to show the Knights Templar the old lair of the mage?"

Then out spake brave Horatius,

The Captain of the Gate:

"To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late.

And how can man die better

Than facing fearful odds,

For the ashes of his fathers,

And the temples of his gods."

 


#6 The Tamer

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 07:18 AM

Regulus eyed the varied crowd that stood around him as the Templar and Inquisitor gave their speeches. His eyes were fixed upon the man wearing strange armor and a cloak. There was a certain aura about the man, an aura of darkness. When the speech was over, Regulus approached him. "Hello", Regulus said, "I'm Regulus Hawthorne. Shall we make our way to the Temple of Hades, Khaldun's old hideout?"

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 07:25 AM

The Ebonguard nodded to Sasse. "Yes, ma'am. The secret entrance is located in the tombs down here. You can go right in; we searched the place thoroughly ten years ago. Don't know how there could be anything left worth finding..."

The Ebonguard lit a torch and led Sasse down a long, narrow staircase into the tombs below the temple. A section of the wall had been broken away by the Inquisitors, with bits of stone still littering the floor.

Sasse's eyes adjusted quickly to the low light as she peered around the old Hidden One hideout. The air was musty and damp. She recognized what was left of the markings on the wall and the bits of spell-preparation material still sitting about on stone tables... All of the valuable components had clearly been confiscated by the Inquisition. There was a large, ornate coffin in the center of the room, and narrow holes in the walls that probably contained human remains as well, like in the catacombs under poorer temples.

"We searched every hole in the wall," said her guide, "and looked inside the coffin there, but we found nothing. Feel free to check for yourself."

Meanwhile, outside the temple, another Ebonguard saluted the Templar Sir Samthus Maradium. "Yes, Sire. The hideout is in the tombs under the Temple of Hades. Anyone is free to enter." He pointed the way.

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 07:28 AM

Alexander nodded at the Ebonguard and made his way to the old hideout, curious to see what he might find. When he arrives he examines the coffin in the center room intensely.

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 07:30 AM

Atticus drew in a long, heavy sigh, and exhaled. The scent of sea air lingered in his nostrils before being replaced by the pungent scent that the travelers around him carried. Despite how sour some of the odors were, it bothered him not. You'll never smell anything worse than rotting corpses and burnt hair and flesh, he was willing to bet, a scent all too common on the battlefield.

He scanned the crowd with his hawkish eyes, but was disappointed to see that there were no legionaries among the crowd, making himself the only member of the legion in this motley band of adventure seekers and other groups. He felt thankful that he could order any group of legionaries to follow him even though he couldn't take his cohort with him, thanks to his high rank.

Determined to gain allies that could help him in his mission, he looked to the crowd once more for anyone who might be willing to help. The Templars had left already, likely for the old Hidden One's lair. While they looked into that lead, Atticus was going to ask around the docks for information. Perhaps there would be a grain of truth in the rumors that were going around. But a centurion going around a dock by himself asking strange questions likely wouldn't yield much information...he would need the help of someone who was less than reputable, as traveling with an entourage of legion troops would make the locals even less open to him, knowing most seaside taverns and towns.

He approached an extremely tall, musclebound northman ((Jesraal, Percy)), who appeared to be employing himself. With his disciplined, seasoned military style, he confidently approached the man, and said to him:

"Hail, northman. I am Atticus Lucius, a centurion of the Legion. Would you be interested in pooling your resources with me so that we may investigate the rumors down by the docks together?"

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 07:32 AM

((I'll try to be good and not go overboard with post length! :D))

Kaustos was thankful for one thing at least. He hadn't been blamed for the attack. As a fire mage well known for his ability to level cities, it was nice to have someone else take the blame for once. It gave him a chance to move more freely, and perhaps make a pretty penny in the process. He sat in a chair towards the back, his eyes seeming to glow if anyone turned to face him. He crossed his arms and listened, wrapping his head around the mission.

He couldn't help noting the similarities between himself and the target. Both liked to burn things, and both were considered to be incredibly dangerous. He cracked a smile under his mask. That's what makes it more fun.

He noticed Timberwolf off to his right, and did his best not to get noticed. For once, he wasn't looking to take out his..."rival" was too kind a word, yet "mortal enemy" made it sound far more dramatic than it was. He was never good at expressing himself, and decided it was best to just let it slide. Regardless, he was not going to let their conflict cut him out of a heavy sum of cash. Not yet, at least.

"Inquisitor! Would you be so good as to show the Knights Templar the old lair of the mage?" Kaustos turned to face the speaker. A knight. That would complicate matters. Kaustos was planning on going to the targets' old base as well. From his days as a tracker, he knew that the best places to begin were often the last place the person was seen. They almost always left some kind of clue down there. The knight was pointed the direction of the hidden base, and he took off toward it.

Kaustos rose from his chair, and left. The Knight was easy enough to follow, though it wasn't exactly a long walk to the tomb. He made his way inside, taking in each and every detail, and maintaining a safe distance from the others. He didn't want trouble, not in the tomb at least. Once inside, he examined the holes in the walls, well away from the others. Hopefully there will be some kind of clue. Anything at all.

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 07:38 AM

Richard listened as the Templar woman explained their situation. Then another of his fellows spoke "Perhaps we should investigate the underground hideout as suggested, thoughts?"
The other nodded and asked an Ebonguard where the underground entrance was. The man led them to an entrance, but stayed away from the tomb.
"Be prepared," Richard told the other two in his deep, quiet voice. "There might not be anything in there, but safety doesn't hurt."
Then, wishing there hadn't been any more Templars, he drew his sword with a glittering hiss and started into the dark.


EDIT: Er, Scorp? I don't seem to have a character sheet...

Edited by werewolf king, 15 August 2011 - 07:42 AM.

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 07:47 AM

Alexander nodded at the Ebonguard and made his way to the old hideout, curious to see what he might find. When he arrives he examines the coffin in the center room intensely.

The coffin is a massive mahogany creation - easily large enough to accommodate a 7-foot-tall man. Carved in its surface are various demonic symbols and images; you can feel the evil emanating from them, though the Inquisitors seem to have defaced many of them. You can tell that the coffin's lid is extremely heavy - difficult to move for anyone but the strongest individuals.

The Inquisitor standing guard nods to you. "We could only slide it halfway open last time we searched, but we shone a light in and made a thorough search of the insides. Empty as the rest o' this place..."

Once inside, he examined the holes in the walls, well away from the others. Hopefully there will be some kind of clue. Anything at all.

You find nothing incredibly interesting. There are some dusty human remains in a few of the holes, but nothing unusual. The only thing that strikes your eye is a large dried plant leaf inside one of the alcoves. You have no idea what kind it is though... probably just a leftover potion component.

Then, wishing there hadn't been any more Templars, he drew his sword with a glittering hiss and started into the dark.

The Inquisitor guard by the hideout's door held out a hand. "Hey, hey! Put that away, sir! There's not much room in here, and plenty of others are already searching the room. It's safe."

He muttered something under his breath and stood aside, beckoning him in.

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#13 Fearful Pinata

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 07:50 AM

Alex examines the circles then looks at the Ebonguard, "Mind if I take another look?" Then, without waiting for a response, he attempts to push the coffin lid off.

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 08:02 AM

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"Hey, hey! Put that away, sir! There's not much room in here, and plenty of others are already searching the room. It's safe." The Inquisitor held up a placating hand.
Richard looked around. "Alright." He settled the tip against his scabbard and slid it home.

"Mind if I take another look?" Richard gave a slight start and leaned forward to see better
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Posted 15 August 2011 - 08:05 AM

Sasse noticed the large coffin in the middle of the room. In her line of work, this wasn't a surprising find. If the man was a necromancer, could it be possible he was a vampire as well? A coffin may be a fancy decoration, yet most wouldn't think this would give their house much appeal. Then again, people were indeed weird.

The room was obviously some sort of spell testing room or a lab of some kind. Sasse had similar, however she prided herself in keeping it tidy. Looking over her should she noticed a man observing a coffin trying to remove its lid. She decided to ignore him however and observe the material of magical properties on the table.

Sasse walked up to her guide who stood nearby, "Have you studied what that material on the table is?"

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 08:18 AM

Markus reached down and ruffled his wolfís hair, Aye boy, letís have a talk with Sir Thomas, maybe we can get a pretty good lay of the land from him, well, unless you wish to sail. When the word Ďsailí was mentioned Raksha whined. Ah, sailing not your style, then we shall walk. You know, I met him once, fine man, and better swordsman. Heís got a necklace, a red dragon, excellent piece of work, only saw it once though. Letís hope his memory isnít as good, donít need the whole darn legion trying to kill me! As he was talking, his time in the military came back to his mind, he sometimes regretted leaving his legion, he could never talk about it, people would wonder why he got out so quickly, only six years instead of twenty-five. you know boy, itís not that Iím disloyal to the crown, but why waste blood, let the north be. Raksha sensed his masterís mood change and nuzzled his hand. Raksha, always said you were better then any human!

As they walked toward the man Markus whispered Now boy, I want you on your best behavior, I want to make a good impression, donít want Sir Draconius to think weíre thieves! He chuckled to himself as he said it. When they reached the knight, Raksha walked forward and licked his hand, sat down and stared into the manís eyes. Sir Draconius, may I have a word with you. I wish to know of the land surrounding the destroyed village, if I may.

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 08:23 AM

"Perhaps the Venatori will help. A long shot if ever there was one, but they are our equals, no matter what pride will tell us." Alaveran said, taking the initiative.

The Blackblood disregarded the two wood elf brothers and approached the Venatori cautiously. This might not be one of his wisest plans, but this mage's abilities were uncertain. If their mark had any knowledge of the use of monsters, this group would be quite prepared.

"Greetings, my name is Alaveran of the Blackbloods, and that man over there is Dyle. Might I know your names?"

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 08:28 AM

After nodding to his employer, Jormundr starts walking over to the docks to ask some of the fellow sea men about Khaladun.

"I have heard that some sailors have seen mystical apparitions in the waters... What do you men have to say on this matter? I am in search of a black mage. Any help would be appreciated" (While saying "appreciated" he tap my coinpurse slowly)




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Posted 15 August 2011 - 08:37 AM

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Posted 15 August 2011 - 08:41 AM

Samthus stepped aside and watched the others search the room. None seemed to be making much progress, and the Templar knew that he would gain more by observing his companions than the forgotten room. Another knight drew his sword, only to sheath it at an Inquisitor's request. That man was likely a hothead, more eager for battle than gathering facts. He could be useful as an ally, if only the man knew when to let others do the talking.

Maradium characterized the second Knight Templar as impatient as the first, but less willing to fight. This knight was shifting around an old coffin lid in hopes of some clue. Similar to the first man, Samthus would have to ensure that the knight obeyed orders from his superiors, which could mean the difference between one step closer to the dark mage and a belly full of cold steel.

A strange woman was also in the room. She seemed pale-skinned, but it was difficult to tell with her shrouding clothes. "Have you studied what that material on the table is?" she asked her escort. A clever question, revealing her experience in spell components no doubt. She could be invaluable in the hunt.

Finally, a man of uncertain race entered the underground room. He was clad in some foreign armor and cloth with a mask concealing his face. Samthus immediately regarded him with caution: the unknown must be handled with care. The man examined the walls silently. He probably operated by stealth, the Templar judged by his quiet movements. The knight was wary but curious. He did not approach the man, but stared directly at him. If the stranger noticed, he could address Samthus as he pleased. Maradium needed to decide soon if it would be wise to travel with this man. The two Templars and the woman would most likely prove useful, and he could at least rely on the knights to act honorably. This foreign man could prove a threat or an asset; Samthus was eager to determine which one he would be.

Then out spake brave Horatius,

The Captain of the Gate:

"To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late.

And how can man die better

Than facing fearful odds,

For the ashes of his fathers,

And the temples of his gods."

 





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