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Casually strolling around town, taking in the sights of citizens hustling around, merchants displaying their wares and services....... just another day. Another day just like yesterday and the day before that. Wondering why I even bothered roaming around when nothing ever really happens, my attention strays over to a couple of young boys playing with sticks. Usually I just shrug off these "sword" fights and go about my day, but this time was different. Drawn into the display and recalling stories told to me as a child by my father. Tales of great warriors, powerful wizards, skillful rogues and holy healers. Incredible adventures of my grandfather and great-grandfather, brave and mighty Paladins of their time and their encounters with bands of Orcs, Kobolds, Bugbears and much worse. A quick flash of light bringing me back to reality. Ramblings of old men who spent too much time out in the sun, as my father had called them. I continue watching the young boys play their sword game. Their sticks cross in bright flash of light, the sound of steel on steel echoing in the back of my head. Again the cross and again another flash of light.... but its not coming from the sticks. It is beyond this game that had captured my attention. Passing between the children, cautiously walking towards the source of the mysterious light. Watching intently for it to flash again, and finding myself at the public board. Over the years I have seen many calls for adventurers put up here and everyday it's the same worn out papers from times long gone. Thinking to myself "One of these days I will remove these old relics". Chuckling half-heartedly. But not today. The mysterious light seeming to be gone, perhaps just a coincidental reflection off of some piece of metal. from the corner of my eye though, catching a faint glow surrounding one of the notices on the board. Don't recall seeing this one yesterday. Stepping closer so that I may read of this latest notification, curiously it has only one word scrawled across it.
Neverwinter
I began playing the AD&D system back around 1985 or 1986 using first edition rules. Eventually moving into 2nd Edition as time went on. Have been part of several mixtures of players and at one time the group had a few DMs. We would Play an adventure with one and when complete another would take over with their world giving the others time to develop the next campaigns within their realms. The groups I had played in utilized all the books that we could get our hands on as guidelines to shape the realms we played in. There were no rule mongers as that would always lead to lessening the experience and fun which was the whole purpose of us getting together in the first place. I enjoyed playing computer versions such as Baulder's Gate I and II as well as Never Winter Nights I. Currently I have NWN I & II being shipped to my home so that I can refamiliarize myself with the world of Forgotten Realms again. I read a couple of the Dragonlance Trilogies long ago as well. It has been many years since playing any form of fantasy game. I have seen several of these online games over the years but none of them ever grabbed my attention, perhaps just due to being unfamiliar. Running across This place many months ago, I think back in April that fire for adventures began to grow once again. The whole thing of different people bringing their skills together to compliment each other to attain a common goal working as a team. Recently I revisited this sight and seeing a lot of activity and progress it captured my attention even more and have even passed this on to several other who I knew either loved D&D or had an interest with fantasy games/books. I've been spending the last week or so combing through this forum and trying to familiarize myself with the shorthand terms being used and getting a feel for this environment (Old Dragon Magazine Article called "Lawful Good Does Not Mean Lawful Stupid) So I observe the terrain before entering into the mix. Once the games are delivered I will install and be playing them until this is released. Be patient and I will try and catch up as fast as I can. Neverwinter will be my very first MMO environment ever experienced and I am greatly looking forward to it.
I now stand before you, suited armor that had is in poor shape and falling apart. The shame of many years of storage and improper care in plain view.
Kirik Mikal IV, aspiring Paladin, reporting for duty.
Neverwinter
I began playing the AD&D system back around 1985 or 1986 using first edition rules. Eventually moving into 2nd Edition as time went on. Have been part of several mixtures of players and at one time the group had a few DMs. We would Play an adventure with one and when complete another would take over with their world giving the others time to develop the next campaigns within their realms. The groups I had played in utilized all the books that we could get our hands on as guidelines to shape the realms we played in. There were no rule mongers as that would always lead to lessening the experience and fun which was the whole purpose of us getting together in the first place. I enjoyed playing computer versions such as Baulder's Gate I and II as well as Never Winter Nights I. Currently I have NWN I & II being shipped to my home so that I can refamiliarize myself with the world of Forgotten Realms again. I read a couple of the Dragonlance Trilogies long ago as well. It has been many years since playing any form of fantasy game. I have seen several of these online games over the years but none of them ever grabbed my attention, perhaps just due to being unfamiliar. Running across This place many months ago, I think back in April that fire for adventures began to grow once again. The whole thing of different people bringing their skills together to compliment each other to attain a common goal working as a team. Recently I revisited this sight and seeing a lot of activity and progress it captured my attention even more and have even passed this on to several other who I knew either loved D&D or had an interest with fantasy games/books. I've been spending the last week or so combing through this forum and trying to familiarize myself with the shorthand terms being used and getting a feel for this environment (Old Dragon Magazine Article called "Lawful Good Does Not Mean Lawful Stupid) So I observe the terrain before entering into the mix. Once the games are delivered I will install and be playing them until this is released. Be patient and I will try and catch up as fast as I can. Neverwinter will be my very first MMO environment ever experienced and I am greatly looking forward to it.
I now stand before you, suited armor that had is in poor shape and falling apart. The shame of many years of storage and improper care in plain view.
Kirik Mikal IV, aspiring Paladin, reporting for duty.
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*... realizes he is being saluted at.
Remembering his war wizard training days, the often scholarly and gatherer of information wizard, but now much more... hardened (with undead being reported infiltrated even in Blackdagger) responds like the typical CO would:*
Welcome to Neverwinter! At least you're not dead...or worse...you see a Plaguescarred one of these days greenhorn, and you'll know what's worse than dead!
At ease Mikal! Don't just stand there surprised! You're an adventurer! If you got in without a caravan, you've got the material you need! Don't look at your armor that way! If it stays on, it works! You think yer the worst I've seen? At least you have armor!
Some people come in with nothing but the padding from their ruined plate and they still defend the wall! Brave men women and...other creatures without a gender! Brave souls all!
If they live, they get the coin and sometimes even a suit from a fallen undead that still has working armor! Don't get your hopes up newbie! That quality only happens on an alert going out to defend the bridge, and Knox himself makes the call who defends!
I won't lie to you: We've got Thayans-almost every one of them undead-and all of them worse than you think you know!
They're lead by the nefarious Lich Valindra Shadowmantle, who's worse than you know even if you think you know liches! And you see that Orb floating above my shoulder soldier? I KNOW LICHES!
And if that wan't bad enough, it seems the gods we pray to for some change only can reply to with "Soon," or "this coming year, early."
But when things look their most grim, that's when we band together and rally for this city! She's not broken through the bridge door yet and by my fallen Mystra and the other holy ones, we'll stand to the last living being making sure she never does!
So, are you ready to defend the city tonight Aspirant Mikal? Because tonight might be a good night to die after all!
What in the infinite layers of Hell are you standing around here for?! You'd better get a drink before you're on call tonight! If could be your last!
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[OOC Welcome and glad you're with us Untamed!]
Neverwinter Thieves Guild
Also I have this for you *hands another paper*. That page is a directory of most of the guilds here in Neverwinter.
Also*Hands a map over containing the directions to a small building* here is a map to the building where my guild meets, just follow the directions and you should easily be able to reach it. Please come by and look around sometime. Heck join us if you would like.
Oh I nearly forgot*pulls a sack out off belt. Reaches in and starts mumbling* I know... I got a ton of these.. where are the darn things*Pulls out a helmet and quickly removes whatever helmet you are wearing as I slap on the one I pulled out.* Keep that on whenever you are not in battle. There is a mindflayer arund here and every time someone meets him they seem to get confused for a few seconds. I am not sure what all he is doing but this should protect you from any of his psychonics.
I found a mindflayer "Hive" the other day after tracking a slave trader. Killed him and freed the slaves. A wizard told me once the helmets those traders wear protect from psyonich abilities so I grabbed his. I found the 'flayers and there strange auctions. snuck around and found the Elder Brain. As soon as I got in there it called some 'flayers down to it and I cleaved there heads off. I made sure to kill the Brain and then I made fine work of the rest of the 'flayers and the slavers down there shoved every helmet I found into my bag of holding just to be safe and freed all the slaves that I could but some were to far gone.
*I make sure my "slaver" helmet is on firmly*Well Hope you have a good day here in Neverwinter. Be careful though.
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I'm sure I don't know what deathssickle is talking about!
*wipes chin on sleeve*
I'm just a harmless old Illithid, ecking out an existance where he can - nothing to worry about here. I've hardly ever hurt anyone. At least, not unless they really deserve it. And I'm never greedy enough to do any lasting damage to your brain. Not that anyone has been able to prove anyway.
And if you are concerned... Er the helmty, foily hat thinggy... Maybe that would help a little?
(Note to self: Adjust deathssickle's mind-control collar next time he is taking a nap. He has done well cleaning out that nest of enemies.)
Always a pleasure to have a fellow long-term D&Der here!
Welcome to Neverwinter!
*slurps up a stray wisp of apprentice paladin's soul...* Fizzy!
While others might have seen the battles of the bridge and their undead, he remembers the shock beyond descriptive words a little while back of the former "residents" attacking them on the bridge, and the unspeakable horrors that are now "mostly contained" by the wall that now dwell in the chasm. Little did anybody notice then a select few were picked by him to try and stop these...things...once and for all.
It would have been a blessing to say those besides him simply didn't make it back because they died. Oh by the still living gods he wished that were why! But they--as they were near death coupled with the unearthly energies there and Spellplague "magics" as well....lost who they were and now became the abominations that are so generically called "plaguechanged."
He killed as many of his former colleges as he could before having to flee himself, feeling the energies about to take over as he became wounded, close to death. Thank the gods that his blink power worked there and he was able to journey back the way he came as the minor regeneration ring worked enough to keep him alive and himself, and his emergency potion knitted his bones and closed his wounds enough to make the climb back.
While he claims the horrors of battle had hardened him, it is this secret he keeps...the horror beyond horror he now understands is nothing short of the Far Realm on Toril, and how he must do anything...anything to stop them from spreading further across this world...even at the cost of scores of lives lost-including his own if need be-to seal this chasm forevermore.
The wiry young tiefling intently followed the interplay between the three men in front of the old notice board. Normally, Ashwren would have given the exchange scant attention, common as such occurrences were in the streets of once beautiful Neverwinter. His purpose here in the now faded harbour city was both focused and urgent, and afforded the naturally inquisitive and observant rogue little time for the sating of idle curiosity. This particular encounter and these particular figures, however ... the haunted hell-spawn couldn't deny the inexplicable desire he felt to stay and observe this group. Why? He couldn't have said. It almost felt as though he remembered these men, though he was entirely certain that he'd never met any of them before. Why then did he feel the need to linger and observe? From where did this powerful sense of connection to these strangers originate? Puzzled, but ever mindful of his own considerable powers of intuition, the skulker drifted deeper into the shadows of the alley and did what came naturally. He waited and he watched.
His gaze sharp and intent, Ashwren immediately noted the unquestionably earnest desire to do to good stamped openly upon the face of the would-be holy warrior. The young man's (what did he just say his name was? Kirik?) burgeoning righteousness was palpable, and the cloaked watcher felt a fleeting sense of envy... a feeling he quashed with long-practised, almost unconscious, ease. The makings of the archetypical hero, he instead thought derisively. Just another overtly noble fool, unknowingly trapped and doomed by his own misguided and naive notions of truth, justice and 'goodness'. The character type the rogue had trained himself to loath above all others as a matter of course. So why then did something akin to admiration for Kirik linger in the streetwise tiefling's hardened heart? The question bothered the normally unflappable tiefling, so he pushed the nagging thought to the back of his troubled mind.
Despite Kirik's dilapidated arms and armour, his words foretold his integrity and honour and his upright bearing appeared matched by the strength in his arms. Nevertheless, Ashwren reminded himself that this young man's kind were plentiful enough in the troubled environs of the Sword Coast, especially so here in besieged Neverwinter. The cynical rogue further considered the usual fate of such dutiful dullards, one that was all but assured - a brief, potentially glorious and undoubtedly tumultuous stint defending the cities battered walls and citizens... before a less eventful and decidedly more permanent posting within the cities ever-growing necropolis, Neverdeath. For reasons quite beyond the normally stoic infiltrator, the thought of Kirik lying inert beneath a deathshroud on a slab of cold stone was irrationally distressing. The young tiefling actually had to shake his head to clear it of a disconcerting vision of himself, somewhere deep underground, battling flame drenched horrors at the side of this young warrior. The images faded almost as quickly as they'd come, but still left Ashwren leaning against the nearest brick wall for support. What was going on? His usually unshakable composure severely compromised, the tiefling rogue fought to regain his calm.
Focusing his stare upon the second of the two figures, the astute rogue recognised the confident mannerisms and posture of one of Neverwinter's veteran defenders. This man, the one who had saluted young Kirik and first engaged him in conversation... Ashwren knew his type well. The veteran was one of the city's ever vigilant guardians, those who watched the city's streets almost as closely as they watched its battle-scared walls. This one would have ears and eyes scattered all over Neverwinter, all the better to protect the city he cherishes, the home he would give his life to defend.
(To be continued...)
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After this however, I feel a nightmare vignette should be penned there soon.
I do love the idea of having a thread or even threads for storytelling. Kinda like sitting around in a tavern sharing tales of adventures gone by while waiting for the next adventure to be revealed.
So it is said that if you know your enemies and know yourself, you can win a hundred battles without a single loss. If you only know yourself, but not your opponent, you may win or may lose. If you know neither yourself nor your enemy, you will always endanger yourself. - Sun Tzu, The Art of War