Thaix grows bored of conversation and rises up from his chair, places hood on top of his head and melds to shadows even when he continues to follow what others do. However he quickly falls to his memories as well
"You won't find the mace by looking with your eyes," states Gantorr "You must search for it with your mind."
*Sits down in the chair next to Maeve.
I have studied long with memory. I might be able to help you find this mace. You must empty your mind of thoughts hiding the mace's location from you. There are many ways to clear a fogged mind. One way I would have to erase these thoughts. That is not preferable. Another way is to think of a question without an answer. You must focus hard."
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iamtruthseekerMember, Moonstars, Neverwinter Beta UsersPosts: 0Arc User
"You won't find the mace by looking with your eyes," states Gantorr "You must search for it with your mind."
*Sits down in the chair next to Maeve.
I have studied long with memory. I might be able to help you find this mace. You must empty your mind of thoughts hiding the mace's location from you. There are many ways to clear a fogged mind. One way I would have to erase these thoughts. That is not preferable. Another way is to think of a question without an answer. You must focus hard."
*the truthseeker has a flash of....somebody else...an old man looking at him, setting in a Lotus position...*
wait, what's a lotus position...how do I know that style....
*as he asks the question...
"What is the sound of one hand clapping?"*
Maeve focuses all her thoughts. Nothing. She focuses harder. More. More.
There are visions... of great and terrible things, things which don't make sense. There is a vision of a dragon looking at her and then it breathes fire.
Suddenly there is a snap.
Maeve opens her eyes, a bit confused. "Oh dear! I think I broke my head..."
EDIT: ((OOC)) Thinking won't work as her WIS is >> INT. Hence when trying to remember certain things, she would have oracle like wise revelations or something instead of simple memories.
Covered in head to knee by his heavy cloak. He walks into this tavern, stopping at the door he glances at the patrons of the place. His silver eyes, glancing curiously at everyone there. His straight red hair flowing out of his hood. He smiled within the shadows of his cowl and went to the barkeep.
"An Ale that isnt watered down would be appreiciated good man."
Taking his drink he finds himself a seat in the corner opposite of Thaix.
"And my mother was an orc if you don't have something bad on your mind!"
Thaix sighed. This arguement had been on for quite some time already. When he had approached the gates the guards immediatly had closed his path and started this arguement.
"Really? And besides, even if i would have something "bad" on my mind what damage could i possibly create here? I'm just a lonely dark elf searching for a home, get cleric here if you wish that so hat he or she could test me. But, for your own good do not try to stop me with force or you will suffer the consequences!" Thaix answered, his eyes flaring.
Guards backed up a little but almost immediatly unseathed their weapons and had an expecting look on their faces
Thaix shrugged and quickly kicked both soldiers to their knees and quickly ran to the city...
..And saw cloaked man in opposite of him. Thaix showed little amount of curiousity to the man due to his cloaked appearance and red hair but remains silent.
((btw nice to see that this thread is seeing some use again))
The cloaked figure, taking in the taverns odd set of patrons, finds nothing wrong with it really and pulls down the heavy hood, revealing his sharp elven features. He called to the barkeep.
"Something to eat would be grand, good man!" He called, hefting the mug of fine ale in the air before taking a draught of the drink.
"And a Drink for any who want it tonight!" He said again, hoping to get the others to warm to him.
"I see that everyone who comes here today just wants to offer a drink to others. It gets annoying after a while, as if Neverwinter wants its "guardians" to be drunken all the time",
Then, with a serious look on his face Thaix continues : "but i for one am interested about your heritage, its not everyday that you see an elf with red hair",
"I see that everyone who comes here today just wants to offer a drink to others. It gets annoying after a while, as if Neverwinter wants its "guardians" to be drunken all the time",
Then, with a serious look on his face Thaix continues : "but i for one am interested about your heritage, its not everyday that you see an elf with red hair",
"Well good drow. It cannot hurt to make friends in a place such as this can it? And I find that a good drink of Ale is the way to friendship." replied the elf with a bit of enthusiasm.
"But as for my heritage. That would be a long tale. And one I do not really wish to remember. So maybe I'll tell you eventually. But it is a big if" Endingdawn drained his mug and started on his food as it had arrived for him to eat.
"Well, most of us got something in our past what we dont want to remember and if some stranger would just ask about my heritage I'm quite sure that i wouldn't tell him that. But you still should consider about that usage of term "good" 'dear' fiery haired surface-cousin" Thaix answered.
Maeve is distracted by the noises in tavern. She looks at the new comer. Suddenly her eyes open up.
She walks up to the table, "Ah! You must be an Eladrin! Just the person I was looking for. I am looking for something. It is an arcane equipment gifted by one of your kind. Can you use your racial arcane abilities to scry it?"
Maeve is distracted by the noises in tavern. She looks at the new comer. Suddenly her eyes open up.
She walks up to the table, "Ah! You must be an Eladrin! Just the person I was looking for. I am looking for something. It is an arcane equipment gifted by one of your kind. Can you use your racial arcane abilities to scry it?"
The elf blinked at the woman incrudiously and shook his head.
"Nay good priest. I am not one of the Eladrin you seek. And I can barely control the little magic I have left to me since a certain event."
"But, good priest I had found this out next to the city's chapel."
The elf reaches into the voluminous reaches of his heavy cloak and unhooks a fine looking mace. It had looked to have been recently cleaned and polished.
"If this be yours. Then please take it back, I have no need for a weapon such as this."
"And, if we stop and think for a moment, wouldn't it be somewhat unique that cleric lost his or her mace next to a chapel? Sure, clerics tend to go to chapels often but i've never heard of cleric who lost his or her mace next to a chapel, then again, i haven't really spent long time amongst short lived races", Thaix says while eyeing the mace
"Perhaps I shall keep it and give to a friend, He has a fine way of enchanting weapons for the use of others. A clever little mage if I were honest."
With this veiw of what was beneath his cloak, others could see what he wore; From what could be seen he wore no actual armor, but a fine tabard of a silken mesh, colored silver and trimmed in a gold script, weaving words of arcane into the cloth; His leggings were of a soft leather, fitting him perfectly without stretch or tear in the material; his boots ran up to mid calf, dyed many times over the color of silver and made from a supple leather, more than likely drow made and magically modified; on each of his biceps were metalic armbands, bronze in make but scrolled with the language of the arcane, matching the bands that sat on his wrists aswell; on the plain looking belt he wore was a fine falchion, its hilt wrapped in a grey wrapping and a white stone in its dark hilt, marking it a firebrand, on his right hip. On his left was a curved dagger, its hilt simple with no ornaments except the sigil marking that the item held a spirit within it.
The elf was quick to hide his body away in his cloak once more as he noticed that he was not covered.
"Perhaps I shall keep it and give to a friend, He has a fine way of enchanting weapons for the use of others. A clever little mage if I were honest."
With this veiw of what was beneath his cloak, others could see what he wore; From what could be seen he wore no actual armor, but a fine tabard of a silken mesh, colored silver and trimmed in a gold script, weaving words of arcane into the cloth; His leggings were of a soft leather, fitting him perfectly without stretch or tear in the material; his boots ran up to mid calf, dyed many times over the color of silver and made from a supple leather, more than likely drow made and magically modified; on each of his biceps were metalic armbands, bronze in make but scrolled with the language of the arcane, matching the bands that sat on his wrists aswell; on the plain looking belt he wore was a fine falchion, its hilt wrapped in a grey wrapping and a white stone in its dark hilt, marking it a firebrand, on his right hip. On his left was a curved dagger, its hilt simple with no ornaments except the sigil marking that the item held a spirit within it.
The elf was quick to hide his body away in his cloak once more as he noticed that he was not covered.
The moment the elf accidently revealed his clothing/equipment Thaix quickly inspected the equipment of the newcomer, especially his swords then took a little ring from his (not newcomers but Thaixs) pocket, putted it to his finger as secretly as he could in order to see what of 'em are enchanted, all this quickly enough before elf covered his body again
The elf narrowed his eyes at each person in the tavern for about a half second each before mentally shrugging and turning to his food, meaning to devour the fine meal that the barkeep had set before him.
The elf looked up as he swallowed a large portion of his food. He wiped his face and cleared his throat, looking at the others in the room.
"Forgive my rudeness. I had not introduced myself. I'm Logaine Al'tishara. Its a pleasure to meet you all." He gave one of those fake smiles that shows he really doesnt mean he is glad to meet you all.
The elf looked up as he swallowed a large portion of his food. He wiped his face and cleared his throat, looking at the others in the room.
"Forgive my rudeness. I had not introduced myself. I'm Logaine Al'tishara. Its a pleasure to meet you all." He gave one of those fake smiles that shows he really doesnt mean he is glad to meet you all.
"Al'tishara? I believe I've heard that or name what resembles it once, long time ago (in human terms long time ago)" Thaix stated
((Thaix doesn't know this elfie but he has heard the name Al'tishara during his "adventuring" years but he doesn't remember exactly where or when or how))
"It was more than likely someone else who had brought the name to fame, Not I."
"Well I didn't mean that i could've heard Al'tishara same time with your name, I assure you i've never heard of your name before and what i've heard something like "Al'tishara" is not that uncommon amongst you surface elves" Thaix said, staring back to his surface-cousins eyes.
"I believe it was something about spellcaster of sorts. I think it was wizard but I'm not entirely sure. Cant really remember important things about it anymore just that when i heard it it was something about spellcaster..." Thaix answered with a frown.
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iamtruthseekerMember, Moonstars, Neverwinter Beta UsersPosts: 0Arc User
edited August 2012
the truthseeker just appears in the tavern's central room.
While he was gone for over forty days, such past sojourns with him (away that long or longer with no notification) were not unheard of.
The look on his face showing a shocked surprise bordering on horror all but confirm his absence was not voluntary however.
He manages to barely speak the following words (seemingly more to himself than to the patrons,)
"...But, I wasn't helpless, so how did they imprison me in a ritual, and how was I freed, since I wasn't imprisoned here...,"
before collapsing unconscious on the tavern floor.
[For those interested in what the now ritual is:
Imprisonment
You inscribe runes upon your foe, and it falls into a space beyond the normal bounds of the cosmos from which it might never return.
Component Cost: 170,000 gp, plus 5 healing surges
Market Price: 500,000 gp
Key Skill: Arcana (no check)Level: 28
Category: Warding
Time: 1 hour
Duration: Permanent
You imprison a creature within a demiplane created by this ritual. The creature to be imprisoned must be either helpless or willing, and it must be present for the entire performance of the ritual. When the ritual is complete, an invisible magical field envelops the creature, putting it into suspended animation, and the creature falls into a space beyond the normal bounds of the cosmos. Only divination rituals performed by creatures of your level or higher can determine the location of the imprisoned creature.
You must set one or more possible conditions that release the creature, should they come to pass. You can set an imprisoned creature free by performing a ritual of release that has no component cost and takes 1 hour. A freed creature has no memory of the events that occurred during its imprisonment, and it appears in the world on the ground closest to where it was imprisoned.
Thunderspanker shows up, and for no obvious reason, starts casting magic missile.. and is promptly tossed in the dungeon for unnecessary display of power
Pyr re-emerges from upstairs. Still dressed in her chain and leather armor. Her white hair tied back and braided adds contrast to her black skin and crystal clear green eyes. She moves across the room finding a table away from the rest of those gathered. Her dwarven companion has taken up residency at the bar, drinking flagons of ale faster than the wenches can serve them.
Pyr watches the crowd closely, especially the elf who has seemingly taken an aggressive stance toward Thaix. (upon closer inspection the 'peace knots' on her blades have been untied)
(OOC- massive computer problems sorry for lack of posts)
After being released from the dungeon, Thunderspanker swaggers in, orders a brew, sits down very matter of factly..
"Salutations!!! one for everyone, barkeep!"
A few gold pieces leak onto the table.. the bartender, seeing this, begins to fill everyone's goblet.
Grogin doesn't wait for the coin to hit the table and grabs two passing tankards from the wenches tray. He saunters over to the table with Pyr and places a flagon infront of her. Her eyes are locked on the newcomer, like a great cat ready to pounce.
" Ease yerself girl," the dwarf whispers. " This not be the time nor the place to prove yourself"
Pyr relaxes slightly, " Seems I'm not the one with something to prove." she takes a small sip of the brew and spits it out in disgust... " How in the Nine Hells can you drink so much of this?"
Grogin's deep belly laugh is heard through out the tap room... " Ancient Dwarven Secret dear!"
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*Sits down in the chair next to Maeve.
I have studied long with memory. I might be able to help you find this mace. You must empty your mind of thoughts hiding the mace's location from you. There are many ways to clear a fogged mind. One way I would have to erase these thoughts. That is not preferable. Another way is to think of a question without an answer. You must focus hard."
*the truthseeker has a flash of....somebody else...an old man looking at him, setting in a Lotus position...*
wait, what's a lotus position...how do I know that style....
*as he asks the question...
"What is the sound of one hand clapping?"*
And he is suddenly "back" to where is now. *
There are visions... of great and terrible things, things which don't make sense. There is a vision of a dragon looking at her and then it breathes fire.
Suddenly there is a snap.
Maeve opens her eyes, a bit confused. "Oh dear! I think I broke my head..."
EDIT: ((OOC)) Thinking won't work as her WIS is >> INT. Hence when trying to remember certain things, she would have oracle like wise revelations or something instead of simple memories.
"An Ale that isnt watered down would be appreiciated good man."
Taking his drink he finds himself a seat in the corner opposite of Thaix.
Thaix sighed. This arguement had been on for quite some time already. When he had approached the gates the guards immediatly had closed his path and started this arguement.
"Really? And besides, even if i would have something "bad" on my mind what damage could i possibly create here? I'm just a lonely dark elf searching for a home, get cleric here if you wish that so hat he or she could test me. But, for your own good do not try to stop me with force or you will suffer the consequences!" Thaix answered, his eyes flaring.
Guards backed up a little but almost immediatly unseathed their weapons and had an expecting look on their faces
Thaix shrugged and quickly kicked both soldiers to their knees and quickly ran to the city...
..And saw cloaked man in opposite of him. Thaix showed little amount of curiousity to the man due to his cloaked appearance and red hair but remains silent.
((btw nice to see that this thread is seeing some use again))
"Something to eat would be grand, good man!" He called, hefting the mug of fine ale in the air before taking a draught of the drink.
"And a Drink for any who want it tonight!" He said again, hoping to get the others to warm to him.
"I see that everyone who comes here today just wants to offer a drink to others. It gets annoying after a while, as if Neverwinter wants its "guardians" to be drunken all the time",
Then, with a serious look on his face Thaix continues : "but i for one am interested about your heritage, its not everyday that you see an elf with red hair",
"Well good drow. It cannot hurt to make friends in a place such as this can it? And I find that a good drink of Ale is the way to friendship." replied the elf with a bit of enthusiasm.
"But as for my heritage. That would be a long tale. And one I do not really wish to remember. So maybe I'll tell you eventually. But it is a big if" Endingdawn drained his mug and started on his food as it had arrived for him to eat.
She walks up to the table, "Ah! You must be an Eladrin! Just the person I was looking for. I am looking for something. It is an arcane equipment gifted by one of your kind. Can you use your racial arcane abilities to scry it?"
The elf blinked at the woman incrudiously and shook his head.
"Nay good priest. I am not one of the Eladrin you seek. And I can barely control the little magic I have left to me since a certain event."
The elf reaches into the voluminous reaches of his heavy cloak and unhooks a fine looking mace. It had looked to have been recently cleaned and polished.
"If this be yours. Then please take it back, I have no need for a weapon such as this."
"Perhaps I shall keep it and give to a friend, He has a fine way of enchanting weapons for the use of others. A clever little mage if I were honest."
With this veiw of what was beneath his cloak, others could see what he wore; From what could be seen he wore no actual armor, but a fine tabard of a silken mesh, colored silver and trimmed in a gold script, weaving words of arcane into the cloth; His leggings were of a soft leather, fitting him perfectly without stretch or tear in the material; his boots ran up to mid calf, dyed many times over the color of silver and made from a supple leather, more than likely drow made and magically modified; on each of his biceps were metalic armbands, bronze in make but scrolled with the language of the arcane, matching the bands that sat on his wrists aswell; on the plain looking belt he wore was a fine falchion, its hilt wrapped in a grey wrapping and a white stone in its dark hilt, marking it a firebrand, on his right hip. On his left was a curved dagger, its hilt simple with no ornaments except the sigil marking that the item held a spirit within it.
The elf was quick to hide his body away in his cloak once more as he noticed that he was not covered.
The moment the elf accidently revealed his clothing/equipment Thaix quickly inspected the equipment of the newcomer, especially his swords then took a little ring from his (not newcomers but Thaixs) pocket, putted it to his finger as secretly as he could in order to see what of 'em are enchanted, all this quickly enough before elf covered his body again
"Forgive my rudeness. I had not introduced myself. I'm Logaine Al'tishara. Its a pleasure to meet you all." He gave one of those fake smiles that shows he really doesnt mean he is glad to meet you all.
"Al'tishara? I believe I've heard that or name what resembles it once, long time ago (in human terms long time ago)" Thaix stated
((Thaix doesn't know this elfie but he has heard the name Al'tishara during his "adventuring" years but he doesn't remember exactly where or when or how))
"It was more than likely someone else who had brought the name to fame, Not I."
"Well I didn't mean that i could've heard Al'tishara same time with your name, I assure you i've never heard of your name before and what i've heard something like "Al'tishara" is not that uncommon amongst you surface elves" Thaix said, staring back to his surface-cousins eyes.
"Pray tell me. What is it that you have heard?"
While he was gone for over forty days, such past sojourns with him (away that long or longer with no notification) were not unheard of.
The look on his face showing a shocked surprise bordering on horror all but confirm his absence was not voluntary however.
He manages to barely speak the following words (seemingly more to himself than to the patrons,)
"...But, I wasn't helpless, so how did they imprison me in a ritual, and how was I freed, since I wasn't imprisoned here...,"
before collapsing unconscious on the tavern floor.
[For those interested in what the now ritual is: there you go! ]
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On one side of the mountain, there were bones...
Maeve who was inquiring about her weapon elsewhere suddenly comes and prays for the healing words of selune to fall on truthseeker's ears.
Pyr watches the crowd closely, especially the elf who has seemingly taken an aggressive stance toward Thaix. (upon closer inspection the 'peace knots' on her blades have been untied)
(OOC- massive computer problems sorry for lack of posts)
"Salutations!!! one for everyone, barkeep!"
A few gold pieces leak onto the table.. the bartender, seeing this, begins to fill everyone's goblet.
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On one side of the mountain, there were bones...
" Ease yerself girl," the dwarf whispers. " This not be the time nor the place to prove yourself"
Pyr relaxes slightly, " Seems I'm not the one with something to prove." she takes a small sip of the brew and spits it out in disgust... " How in the Nine Hells can you drink so much of this?"
Grogin's deep belly laugh is heard through out the tap room... " Ancient Dwarven Secret dear!"