A QUEST - The Tomb of Velix (a TFP RPG - Fantasy)
 

There's no more tilted role-playing so let's set this up here.

I'll be probably doing this in the classic D&D sense.

This is for both role-playing and some hack & slash,
but since this is all in a forum interface, the emphasis of course will be in the action and description.

Anyone that seems to have dropped off, will be "sacrified" in one grusome manner or another.
Sorry, I only want those who participate around.

Be whomever you want, whatever you want.
I'll adjust accordingly.

I'll pace the events with how fast the replies are coming.
And I'll move it along, fast, to get to the "meat" of the story.;)

"I am Vade, and my profession allows me to be known by few. I am a rogue by trade, and a rather successful one at that.

I can pickpockets, disarm traps, and deftly place my blade between shoulder blades without my target being able to cry for help.

I serve whoever pays me well, but am also an adventurer, and often consider the adventure (the hunt) to be payment enough for my services.

I am intrigued by this Tomb of Velix and would be very interested in exploring it. I am sure you could find use of me, as I have many skills that the common adventurer lacks."

OOC: I am very new at this, so if I am doing anything wrong, just let me know. This sounds fun, but I may need guidance (as I'm a n00b), so please just let me know if I am doing something wrong. or if you need more/different information about my character.

The Magistrate raises an eyebrow...

"Well met, Vade. I'm sure that you will be needed to scout and get into the more 'awkward' areas.
You definitely are bold in tongue in comparison to this present company"

"Come now, from the rest of you. Speak up"

The hall echoes as the doors slam open. “Sorry I’m late, but I was off saving the world and such.” The boots of the black haired elf are covered in mud and track footprints on the stone floor. The elf looks around the room with a sparkle in his grey eyes. “What a glum lot this is.”

His hair is tied back in the classic knot work of the northern elves. The leather that covers most of his body is worn and has seen much abuse. The bow he carries is ornate and obviously cared for daily and protruding from the quiver of arrows on his back are perfectly fletched white feathers. Before anyone can interject he bows deeply to the Duke.

“I heard that you were looking for someone to deal with a little problem you had concerning a tomb? If I may introduce myself, I am Sarael.” He looks around as if in anticipation of great rejoicing at the mention of his name.

“Sarael…? The best shot in three kingdoms? Defender of the temple of Tir? No? Destroyer of the black dragon Tenrath? Sarael the blinding arrow? Anything?” With a sigh and more than a little regret he continues, “Word doesn’t get around the way it used to… I’ve come to offer my services.”

There can be heard from one of the tables course, loud laughter, and the clank of a tankard of ale hitting the table. A large half orc rises, still chewing a mouthful of meat from the feast. He is wearing the animal skins of a barbarian, and a large great axe can be seen behind him leaning against the wall just within reach of his huge arms. He opens his mouth to speak, parts of his meal still visible much to the disgust of those who had just turned to hear him speak.

"Ha! We no am need -elves-! They am small, and am breaking easy!" Gell pauses for another bite off of the bone he is knawing and a swig from the tankard of ale, then continues. "You no am wanting small squishy men for quest! You am want orc!" At this statement the half-orc tosses away the turkey leg he was chewing on, picks up his axe, and thumps himself proudly on the chest with a gigantic, meaty fist. "You am need someone big, like Gell! Gell am big enough to be great warrior! Gell am carrying big axe! Gell am go to tomb of... ", the orc pauses, struggling to pronounce the name of the tomb, then smashes his fist on the table in frustration. "Am go to cave and am smash bad things!!"

The orc looks around the room with his eyes narrowed and his axe in hand, as if challenging anyone in the room to pronouce he was not indeed big enough to smash anything that might get in his way. Seeing no challenges he sits down and grabs another handfull of food, satisfied.

Sarael looks offended at the half-orcs remark. Then he smiles and shouts across the room, "Gell! I have obviously been travelling for far to long as a powerful warrior of your stature and obvious skill would have left behind stories of great deeds accomplishments! I'm suprised I have not heard of you! Together we will take the Tomb of Velix and such stories of our bravery will be told for centuries to come!"

From outside a flapping sound can be heard. Through the windows, what seems to be a half man half dragon, appears. He lands just behind the rest of the warriors crouching. As he stands up his golden scale reptillian appearance dissappears, the wings on his back get smaller and withdraw under a dark cloak he wears, his tail dissapearing in the same way. A slight look of pain seems to be on his face.
"Arghh..." he cries lightly as if being whipped across the back "That always hurts.." He looks around at the other warriors giving a cheeky grin and winks cheekily as he pulls the hood of the cloak up over his head to hide his yellow eyes. "I have heard alot from the mouths from where I hail from. I have come to help, that is if I maybe of service to you?" He bows slightly to the Magistrate.

"My name is Darghon" He smiles showing his over sized canines "I come from a long line of were-dragons, we are quite scarce, but you may have heard of us from folk lore or myth, but as you can see we are quite real" he says as he takes a laid back stance.

"I'm good with a bow and arrow, I know a little of all types of elemental magic, but my studies have not been complete yet, the elders sent me here, this is to be one of my tests maybe?" he says pulling a quizical face "..oh and I am skilled in hand to hand combat.

"So tell us of this new evil that seems to be growing..?" He places his hand into a small bag that hangs at his side underneath the coat and a blue aura envelopes the opening of the bag, he pulls out a large shank of meat which in all reality could not fit in the small bag.

Darghon munches on the shank waiting for some info from the magistrate "Oh sorry, please excuse me, it's just that the act of bringing out my wings and hiding them is quite a laboursome effort.. thankyou"

OOC: Hey all, thank goodness for a new RPG thread! I was like nooooo they took it away. As long as it keeps goin I'll be here, I have to work tomorrow and the next day... 12 hour shifts So I'll see what I can post :D

A lithe figure shrouded in nondescript robes stands silently in the shadows. He leans on a carved staff as he watches the proceedings.

Gell looks slightly confused as he sorts through Sarael's myriad of words. He ponders for a moment, a task that seems to be both new and painful to him, then laughs again as he claps the elf across the back in a friendly manner, but still hard enough to cause a person to stumble a bit.
"Thank you small squishy! You am hear more about Gell when he am going into tomb to smash bad things!" Gell flashes a toothy grin at Sarael. "You no am worry though. Gell am make sure you am not get squished. Gell am smash anyone that try to smash my squishy elf friend!"
As the strange half dragon creature enters, Gell's train of thought is quickly lost and he turns his attention toward the newcomer. "You am using magic?" the half orc asks scornfully. "Magic am for small squisheys! Gell am use his own magic! When Gell am hitting squishey animals with axe, squishey animals am disappear!"
Laughing at his own crude joke, Gell's attention shifts again to some trick of light off of his axe blade that has caught his eye. He watches it for a moment, fascinated, before turning to the Duke. "No more talk! Talk am for small squishey men! Gell want to act!"

Moving quickly down the hall towards the gathering a large man in shining chain mail armour walks towards the Duke. He carries a long sword on his side and a crossbow strapped across his back. A long cloak billows out behind him. His brown hair is trimmed well and his grey eyes appear tired.

"Duke, my pardon for arriving late." He says, bowing formally.

"I am Sir Thantos of Moonvale. My Kings lands are far away and word of your request for defenders of the light has just recently arrived. I have riden hard to get here as soon as I did.

To those of you that do not know me, I have been fighting the forces of dark for some time now in an attempt to cleanse this world of it evil influence. None in my kingdom is better with a longsword and my crossbow flys straight and true. But most importantly, my word is my bond for I am a Knight of the Eagle Order. If you will have me for this quest I would be honoured to serve you."

From the kitchens comes a short, fat man in brown robes. His har is cut in the classic circle of the friar and a heavy belt keeps his robe around his rather ample girth. Hanging from the belt are an assortment of tiny fragrant bags, lengths of hair and beads, as well as sheaths for a half dozen different sized knives. He holds a flagon of mead in one hand and turkey leg in the other.
Taking in the assembled group, he breaks out in a broad smile.
"Sorry to be late, I was discussing herb craft with the chef and lost track of time."
Moving to the center of the room in a casual manner, he takes a heavy quaff from his mug.
"I am Father Quadrial. A humble student of god, herbcraft, cooking, and the healing arts. I would like to offer my services if they be so needed by such an august gathering."

Suddenly, a man in a simple grey robe appears in the center of the hall, near the elf and half-orc. He is bald, but by choice, not old age. He carries a small knapsack and a club hangs from his belt. He carefully studies the faces of those who have just spoken, then, looking at the Duke, he announces himself

"Greetings.

I am Vinoh Madren. My guild recently received news of your "predicament" with the Dark at the Tomb. I see that while this assembled party is strong in might and skill, they seriously lack valuable spiritual strength."

Before the cleric can voice his protest. Vinoh addresses everyone, yet his lips do not move.

"When weapons cannot harm the flesh and magic proves futile, you will find that the ability to harness the mind can be a powerful tool. My powers cannot be stolen like a sword or an axe, my mind does not rely on rituals and conjuring... All I must do is focus my will and any challenge can be met."

Vinoh then addresses the Duke verbally. As he speaks, a mug of ale rises from the table and floats gently to him.

"I have some experience with the Dark. They are a very strong and organized lot, to be sure. However, rest assured that you now have the very best help at your disposal, my lord."

The mug reaches his outstreched hand and Vinoh sips from it with a satisfied glint in his eyes.

Seated towards the corner sits a man of patience. Sensing a break in conversation he slowly stands.

"My name is Volksen. I am here on my own behalf and for my own gain. I seek not to help others, only to benefit myself by doing so. I forge the best weapons and know how best to wield them. If you see fit to allowing me passage on this journey you will find that I am not the best team player but I am trustworthy and can get things done."

After his arrogant yet confident speech the dark haired human sits back down to polish off his mead.

*The Magistrate's brow furrows*

"Conduct yourselves formally in the presence of my liege!"
"As you make yourselves known, stand with some honor"
"There will be time for more casual talk during our discussion of the situation."
"Now, if there is not anyone else, we shall....."

*The Duke's eyes squints, and his ornate medalion glows slightly...
he leans forwards on his thone to place a hand lightly on the arm of his man*

"Hold Talos, we haven't finished yet, there seems to be more attending"
"You sir, in the corner....Come forward and make yourself known."

Without emerging from the shadows, the robed figure speaks in a soft voice.

"I am Evenyth. I have answered your summons, as is my duty."

*The Magistrates face shows shock*

"How DARE you countermand our liege's request!!"
"I have a good mind to...."

*The Duke interrupts his man*

"Wait Talos...let him be, he will emerge in his own time"
"I have a feeling....hmm...continue, with your gathering"

*The Magistrates face shows concern*

"hmm...Your desire, sire"
"Those of who have shown and announced, thank you for coming"
"We have adjoining hall with refreshments, where we will meet in the coming hour"
"We will discuss the situation then, My Duke & I have to attend some issues in the meantime"
"Talk amongst yourselves and you are welcome to go in and take part of the foodstuffs"

"Until later, an hour from now"

*The Duke rises from his throne and walk beside the background curtains and his man follows*

In the throne room, which is smaller than you would have thought.
Are a set of guard at the side of each doorway.
The stone is tan and warm
The decor is quality and conservative.

In the hall the Magistrate referred to you see through the doorway a long hall
with a long solid stone table, large leather chairs and the refreshments on the table.
Four large candle-lit chandeliers light the hall.

As the Duke leaves, Vinoh calmly surveys his new "brothers in arms." He is pleasantly surprised by the diversity of this crew, but then his guildmaster had told him that this would be a most peculiar journey.

Not feeling particularly hungry, the mind mage chooses to spend the hour getting to know those who seem most interesting. Since the half-orc is busily depleting the tables' contents and Sarael is already in a discussion with the human knight, his choices were already limited. Finally, he approaches the shade that called itself "Evenyth."

"I can see why the good Duke has summoned you. It is very wise for anyone who faces the Dark to have one of its own in his service."

Evenyth does not reply. Vinoh wishes to know more about this shade, but an increasing tingling sensation in the back of his head convinces him that it migh not want to converse right now. not pushing the situation any further, he turns and walks towards the banquet table and is approached by Father Quadrial.

Father Quadrial:
"I see that the Mind's Eye Guild sent out one of its "potentials" to meet this challenge. Interesting."

Vinoh:
"Ah, Father! Don't worry, I meant no offence during my entrance... It's an honour to meet one such as accomplished as yourself; true altruists are a rarity these days."

FQ: "Mmmh? Do I have a reputation I don't know about?"

V: "If you could see the auras of even one tenth of those around you, you would see my point."

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Gell ignores most of those in the room, preferring to involve himself instead in the feast before him. He looks up just in time to see one of the room's chairs turn into a gnome and quickly jumps up, his eyes wide. Gell looks at where the "chair" once stood, then to the peculiar gnome, then looks at his own chair. Extending one finger, Gell pokes the chair cautiously. "Squishy?" he asks inquisitively. He watches the chair a moment longer, then pats the chair. "You no am worry, tiny squishy. Gell no am smashing you any more." Satisfied this other "gnome" will be safe now, Gell opts to stand for the rest of the feast, looking around at those others who gathered in the new room.

Swilling mead, Gell then looks to Vinoh. He watches the mind mage with a mixture of distrust and fear, then points at him. "You no am get in Gell's head! Gell am no want to be flying like cup either!", he states, pointing to the cup Vinoh made to float acrosst the room. "Gell no am liking magic cast on him!"

A man with reptillian eyes and what seems to be claws quietly enters the room, he carries a scimitar, and by his side is a large wolf, he is obviously a druid. "My name is Farrn, and I fear there is an imbalance of nature at the tomb of Velix, I feel I must offer my services to aid you in the adventure."

From the corner, a short bearded man emerges from the shadows. His simple clothes are dingy and worn, and mud-caked strips of cloth are wrapped around his feet.

"Pray, good folk, allow me to accompany ye's on yer's way. M,name's Randof and I've had some sense knocked inta' me along the way"

He smiles a grin of missing and rotten teeth and hefts a thick club stenciled with strange lettering in the air.

"I'be friends with de fairy, quick wit' the stick, n besides...my bar tab's startin' to run a might high....what say ye?"

Entering from above, a crow lands gracefully. As wings grew, the the beak widened and eventually changing into a mouth. Within seconds the crow changed into a thin tall half-elf in a black robe.
"Where is the Duke..." his old voice echoes as he scans the room with his green glowing eyes.

The guards turn their head and walk toward the robed man. Taking off the hood, the infamous Red Wizard reveals his wrinkle filled face and walked with unatural speed past the guards, toward the table. The enchanting gaze of the wizard froze the guards.
"I see the Duke is not here.... "
"I shall wait." as he sits down

A large gray timberwolf padded into the room. Its keen eyes scanned its surroudings carefully. It lifted its nose to air taking a quick sniff. Suddenly it lurched foward, as if to stand on its back legs. Hair suddenly and quickly was absorbed into the body. Hunches rolled back to become legs. The front paws were brought foward, sprouting fingers and becoming human like. Black hair sprouted on the head as the muzzle melted into a human face. The werewolf looked around with green yellow eyes. Its human form stood there in leather armor, glancing about the hall. It quietly goes over and takes a seat

Sarael turns with a glimmer of regognition in his eye, "Now I know that Mage anywhere! Where have you been?!" Sarael Forces a hug upon the red mage who seems not all too pleased with the physical contact. "MY GOD! It's been about half a year. Now... if my memory serves me correctly, and it usually does, I owe you a drink for that time you saved my life back in the Ruins of Thera!"

Sarael looks around with laughter on his face, "Someone bring this man a bottle of the finest red wine you have and bill it to my room!"

Bored, the half orc wanders across the room to where the gnome is standing. Gell looks intently into the opening of the gnome's pack as he speaks, first curious, then fascinated by the various shiny objects he sees inside.
"Hello tiny-squishy-chair-man. Me am Gell, great orc warrior! Who you am being?" The orc pauses slightly, looking at the small creature for a moment as he waits for a response, then shifting his attention back to the pack the gnome carries as a reflection of light catches his eye.
"What you am having in bag? That am great big bag for tiny man to carry." Gell stops to ponder this mystery, then grins widely at the gnome as understanding sets in. "Gell see! You am be great warrior like Gell, am carrying big bag to be strong like orc!" Gell nods appreciatively, confident in his reasoning and impressed by the gnome despite his stature. "Me am glad you here, tiny chair-warrior. We am fight bad things in tomb, go back to tribe and tell stories of great things we am doing!"

"How long must we wait?" Farrn says quietly . "The malicious power in the tombs grows every second we waste."

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Sarael walks over to Farrn, "You should give them a chance. With the calibur of adventures we have here it will be an easy task to cleanse the tomb no matter what evil grows within its foul depths!"

He grins and places and arm around Farrns shoulder, "There is little advantage to winning if one wins too easily." Saraels laughter fills the hall as he claps the lizard man firmly on the shoulder.

Evenyth catches the gaze of the elf, sending chills along his spine.

"Do not be overconfident, Sarael. It will take far more than clever illusion or sharp steel to defeat my former master. Men and elves, brave and noble as all here have died by his hands. Be wary."

The werewolf sat silently, like a stone statue. His yellow eyes glanced around. Thoughts flickered through his mind. The manwolf would not speak unless spoken too, a clear purpose beginning to formulate in his head. Would this tomb hold the fetish his ancestors sought..

OOC: EDIT- This was supposed to be me "Cubby" but I didn't realize this browser was logged on as my wife...sorry to confuse all."

Once the magistrate had finished with his speech, Sir Thantos moved into the throne room. Being quite famished from his long ride, he quickly moved over to the table and helped himself to some food and mead.

With a plate of food and a mug of ale he moved over to sit down next to Vade.

"Well met, my name as I'm sure you heard is Thantos. I arrived a little late but if I am not mistaken from overhearing a few people your name is Vade correct? This should be a very interesting adventure with such a mismatch of people and skills. I'd like to discuss something with you in private if you don't mind..."

Gell looks to Faarn and Sarael, then over at the mysterious shadowy figure. He roars with loud, raucous laughter at this proclomation. "Of course men and elves am not enough. They am small and breakable. You am need someone like orc, that am big. It no matter how long we wait, nothing stop orc!"
Belching loudly, he looks around for the magistrate. "Where am squishy man that need us to go in tomb? He am taking long time!"

Evenyth sinks deeper into the shadow near the door. A close observer might notice a dark aura around his hand.

His ears twitched lightly on the coming on footsteps. His shifted his bulk in the chair and waited.

Vinoh is shocked that such a large and motley crew had answered the Dukes summons. Elves, an orc, a gnome, a werewolf, a weredragon, a shade from the Dark, a knight... Such diversity was sure to be quite an advantage against the perils they would face, but separate units would be needed here, with a few experienced leaders.

Sarael, Vade and Evenyth obviously looked like lone-wolves (and the werewolf quite literally so), but Gell, Father Quadrial and Farnn seemed more like team players... The mind mage scanned each person's aura carefully. There is much arrogance and secrets in this hall, with a few souls apparently only interested in serving the greater good. While his own powers are far from perfect, Vinoh knows that he might be useful as a leader or at least part of a scouting party.

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Chanting silently, the Red Wizard's magic filled the room invisibliy. Observing silently, the Red Mage penetrates through clouds of thoughts. Reading one mind afte another, analysing the group. Formulating plans.

*cast detect thoguht/motive with silent spell casting

Father Quadrial's eye twitches and looks around the room.
Somebody was spellcasting. The priest didn't have the skills to caste but he could feel magicks like a itch up and down his spine.
Taking another pull on his flagon of sweet mead, the large man scanned the group.
He had learned many years before (he had not always been a man of the clothe) that a Quest was rarely easy even with the most carefully picked group.
This bunch looked more like a patchwork quilt.

*You all see the candle lights on all four chandeliers flare with an odd color.*

Your spells seems to be distorted, or weak.
Nothing specific is getting through.

Already at a hightened sense of uneasiness in the company of such diverse individuals Volksen takes care with every bite he eats and sip he takes.
At the flicker of the candles he quickly slams down his mug and places his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"When are all these ceremonies and charades going to stop and the adventure to begin?"

Volksen cautiously awaits the arrival from the outside hall.

Darghon looks at Siroh
Telepatheca to Siroh "Why have you scanned me? Do you fear me sir? If so I wish you no harm, for alike the golden dragons from which our kind of the were dragon species were spawned we are here to help all those with a kind heart or those who are in need of dire help, and just because I say that I have magic, what leads you to believe that I don't have any other talents?"

Darghon sighs and wonders why HE had to be the one that was sent here.. is there something that he doesn't know... "So young I still am.." he mutters to himself "Why did the elders do this?"

He looks up from the table to see that candles flame up. "Strange..."

Darghon looks around, waiting for the duke to come back. "I hope I didn't seem like to much of a slob before.. The elders would have punished me for acting so rude.. I hope they weren't watching.. hrmm" Darghon mutters to himself.

Darghon sits at his table waiting, taking sips of his wine in the goblet of silver, and partakes of the food that lays before him on the table. "Delicious.."

OOC: Sorry guys, had my internet down and had work!! ARGH! Will try and be more regular..

Vinoh responds to Darghon's telepathic message in the same manner:

- Please forgive my intrusion, Darghon of the Golden Dragons. I was simply feeling for anything amiss, since I barely recognize any of the adventurers present here. I have heard only legends about your clan, so I hope you understand my need to ascertain my would-be allies' general mood.

As Vinoh severs his telepathic link to the were-dragon, he suddenly feels a steady gathering of power near the hall's entrance. Opening his mind to telepathy had also made it sensitive to other unnatural phenomena. At the same time, footsteps are heard coming towards the doors...

The mind mage has some difficulty pinpointing the exact source of the power at work. Is it magic? A powerful aura approaching? A trap? Vinoh could not be sure, but something was about to happen... He keeps his eyes on Evenyth, whom he didn't fully trust yet.

Suddenly, all chandeliers flare up for a brief moment, casting a harsh light on the collectively suprised faces of the hall's occupants. Vinoh instinctively brings up is mind block, fearing an unseen attack by a mage or other psychic, and steels himself for what's to come next.

The Magistrate opens the door and announces the arrival of the Duke.
Moving to the head of table the Duke surveys the group that have come to help him and shakes his head in dismay.
"Welcome and thank you for your patience."
Then with a bit of a scowl, "I have noticed some of you are trying to spell cast. It will serve you little purpose in this room since the chandeliers are made from the crystal of Arimos, which absorbs all magic."
"I am offering five crowns a day with a bonus of a thousand crowns when the evil that plagues us is destroyed or put to rest."
The magistrate sets a tray of leather pouches on the table.
"This is an advance of two hundred crowns apiece."
"I also offer you full run of my armory and the kitchens to provide weapons and food for the trip." Looking at the ork, the Duke amends his statement, "I offer you a weeks worth of food, after that you will have to fend for yourselves. But you may take all the potable water you can carry. I suggest you arm and provision yourselves carefully since there is little around the Tombs to eat or drink. Thirst and hunger can kill you just as dead as a sword."
Gesturing to the Magistrate again, he watches as the man struggles to bring forward a huge wood stand on which are perched two crows. One is jet black in a way that makes you try to look deeper within. The other is bright white, almost painful to look upon for very long.
"This is Wit and Tiw. They will be my eyes and ears on this journey. If there is anything you need me to know or help that I may be able to offer, speak to them."

The black crow hops off its perch on to the table, lets out a caw and says, "You're all going to die, you're all going to die."

Standing from attempting to talk with the strange rogue, Thantos asks,

"Duke, I received the summons from you to assist in determining the cause of mysterious occurances and if deemed to be evil, to bring the evil to an end. However, the summons did not describe any of the mysterious occurances. In order that we may be better prepared for this adventure might we not hear some of the tales that have been spread?

I realize many may be overly exaggerated, but knowledge is power when facing the unknown."

"Regardless, I will proceed on this quest for evil is likely the cause of anything unexplained. I accept your offer for money and food."

Finished, Thantos bowed deeply and moved over to the table, grabbed a money bag from the table. Sliding the bag into his belt without looking at its contents, he moved back from the table and stood waiting expectantly for something to happen.

Vinoh's eyes grow wide as the black crow seemingly curses the entire group before they could even taste their adventure. He searches for deeper meaning, as Torun, his Guildmaster, had often hinted that the deepest mysteries of life were often heavily cloaked in metaphors to separate the wheat from the chaff. Was this a test of the group's morale? A group that scarcely knew each other to begin with?

Since his previous use of telekinetic, telepathy and aura reading powers had gone unchallenged by the chandeliers' magic-soaking ability, Vinoh thought that perhaps they only impeded conventional magic only. Indeed, all natural abilities, such as the morphing gifts of the weredragon and werewolf had also gone unchallenged. Perhaps only wizards, who wielded magic learned through study and tapped external forces, were truly at a disadvantage here.

With all of this in mind, the mind mage spoke to the Duke:

"My lord, surely there is some explanation for this. Why would you charge a crow to accompany us, only to let it berate us at the very beginning? I hope at least the white bird will be of better spirits!"

As he speaks, Vinoh attempts to read the black crow's aura, to see if there is more to it than meets the eye.

*Psychic power: read aura - black crow*

Suprised at this question, Thantos turns,

"Vinoh was the name correct? Vinoh, what makes you think the crow is berating us? All quests must be started with the realization that you may die, especially if the unknown is taken into account. Therefore, this crow is merely stating the idea that all of us should consider before accepting this quest...the idea that we may not survive."

Vinoh suddenly aborts his probe and turns to the knight.

"Hmm... Those are very sound words, Knight of the Eagle Order, and they ring true to me. Perhaps I was reading too much into this display, as I often do due to my training. I thank you for your insight and gladly take this quest!"

The mind mage reaches for one of the purses, slips it in his bag and bows to the Duke.

"Please forgive my brash questioning, my lord. It would seem Sir Thantos has more sense about him than I at this moment. My powers are at your disposal."

"Money.. The elders didn't say anything of money.." Darghon grins slightly and gets up from his table and wanders over to where the bags of money are grabs one and slips it into his belt "I accept your offer" Pulling his cloak around him he bows slightly to the duke showing respect.

Thinking that the use of his bag won't work in here due to the crystals. "Excuse me Duke, if I may speak, Will there be anywhere where we can buy provisions? Unfortunately I cannot carry food for long in my own pouch?"

He takes a step back and stands next to Vinoh. He looks at Vinoh, pulls a smirk then looks back towards the duke. Telepathically he says "I think you and I will get along well. But I have a favour to ask of you. I shan't ask it now. Abit later when we know what's goin on."

He stands relaxed, waiting for what may come next.

Walking slowly up to the Duke...
"My lord, your money does not interest me...."
"I am however, more interested in the spell book... the spell books of your country which money unfortuanely... cannot buy."
"You know very well what i am capable of, you will need me in this quest. Please consider my offer my lord"
Orpheon bows slowly

Eyes the being that wants the spell books for payment.. Telepathically says to Vinoh "Such a craving for power, could this be a good sign or not of this person?"

My growls , feeling the presence of another defile the 'temple' of his mind. Thoughts flirt in an out in an entirly inhuman nature, the sentience and instinct clashing in a fierce battle. All the while the surface of the man gazes about and sits back a little at the flare of the lights..

The Duke looks down his nose at the spell caster.
"The Book of Spells is knowledge only given to those who have earned it. When you return we can speak of this further. I do have two scroll that may be of use to you."
Gesturing to the magistrate, who once again scurries forward with two leather tubes. The seal on one is a rising sun and the second is sealed with the symbol for water. Passing the sun-marked scroll over to Orpheon, "This will give you light as bright as the noon sun for one turn of the sand dial. Use it well because it is only good once. The second will bring a storm of great power from which only the people closest to you will be safe. It too will only have one use."
At this the white crow hopes down to join his brother.
"You will succeed. Caw. Caw. You will succeed."
'You will all die. Die. Die." screeches the other.
They start to peck at each other when the Duke with a wave of his hand makes them fly back to their perches.
"As to the information you seek, I can only tell you the barest of facts. The two scouts I have sent ahead have not returned with information. I do not know them to be dead and I would appreciate any news of their well being."
"It started with the disappearance of children from the near by village. Soon thereafter the bodies of those who went in search of the children, were found ripped limb from limb. Their eyes and tongues were missing. The small force of soldiers who were stationed there went out, never to return. Wraiths, darkness at mid-day and horrible screams in the night have all been reported. You should be able to find food and water at the village, if it is still standing."
Suddenly the Duke seems to shrink in size; his skin becomes pale and his eyes large, filled with pain.
The Magistrate steps forward, "The Duke has said all he can. You must go to the kitchens and provision yourselves, then to the armory. Make it quick if you expect to leave by first light. These are not good times to be traveling by night." Looking first at the werewolf, then at the dark mage, "Even for those of you who are used to living in the shadows."

Darghon looks at the birds and says "They're like the same bird with mirror image personalities" He raises a partly scaley eyebrow under the hood of his cloak. "Excuse me duke, can we put them in a cage and see who wins?" He jokes with chuckle.

"That is the only problem with scrolls, after you use them they fade away. I know a similar spell to that first one." The corner of his mouth raises slightly. "I don't know of that second one though, I have only been in the school of elements for only a few hundred years.. perhaps if I had specialised I would have had one element studied, if not maybe two, ahh wells.." Darghon sighs "oh well, diversity is good, please excuse my ramblings"

Darghons eyes open slightly "This sounds terrible indeed, a being that is able to call open wraiths, minions of the greater demons" Watches as the duke turns pale, shrinking slightly.. Telepathically he says to Viroh "The duke could be possessed... from my schooling that's what I remember a physical change like that as.. Goin from good health to bad in an instant.."

Darghon looks around "Well my fellow comrades, what do you all say?" He says with a load voice "Shall we go a hunting?" Darghon grins showing a few of his teeth.

Telepathically he says to Viroh "If the duke is possessed, then I fear that it may know that we are already coming" Darghon stands waiting a reply from his comrades...

Vinoh, who was still coming to grips with the scope of the dangers that face the group, finally answers Darghon telepathically:

*Telepathic message to Darghon*

"My friend, our ability to communicate without speaking will surely be useful. I'm sorry I didn't answer you before, but I suspect that our conversations may be monitored. After all, anyone who possesses the ability to soak magic could also read minds, so it's best to be careful.

The other mage indeed worries me, as does Evenyth. It is rare indeed that indiviuals with such different backgrounds would come together for the common good... What plans could they possibly have?

As for your request, I'm not sure how a simple psychic like me could help a were-dragon, since your natural powers already surpass my own! However, I'll try to help you as best as can, and I'm sure you'll be able to help me in return."

The mind mage then looks at the Duke, who appears to be physically drained after his tragic introduction of the dire situation that threatens his realm. He again speaks to Darghon, but in a verbal whisper:

"(whispers) Perhaps the Duke is simply overwhelmed by the chaos, or maybe he has some link to his realm that weakens him as the land itself is weakened. I fear only time will tell, my friend."

Vinoh then proceeds to the armoury, to look for a sturdier club.

Darghon thinks about Vinohs' comments, nods his head in agreement and walk after Vinoh. "There is something you could do, teach me how to use my psychic gifts, only the elders have the ability to use psychic powers, we can all telepath, but..." Darghon trails off.. "I am different, I had them from just after hatching... I could move things with my mind. When the elders did find out I was punished everytime I used them. I have no idea why."

He looks at his hands, with their long claws and scales that cover his hand and patch his arm "I'm also different from my kind, I'm more dragon-like when I'm in my human form, stronger and faster too. My mother had dissappeared when I was young and I never knew who my father was..." Darghon sighs and shrugs his shoulders..

"And yeah, I would like to learn some of your mind works if that's ok by you Vinoh?" Darghon looks at Vinoh as they head towards the Armoury. Looking straight ahead he then says "If we have time.."

Vinoh addresses Darghon:

"I fear that I may not be the best teacher, Darghon. Psychic abilities, while they can be honed and perfected, cannot be taught like magic spells or rituals. An individual simply has the inner potential or does not.

In my guild, the Mind's Eye, we have 3 types of psychic levels: minor, major and master. Minor psychics can only master a few low-level powers, no matter how much time they put into their personal development. Major users know a little more, while master psychics have the potential to exhibit the full range of known mental powers. Even then, only a few choose to dedicate their lives to their mental development and become mind mages, reffered in the guild as "potentials", while the other master psychics choose another path, such as academics, combat or even theft.

As a mind mage, I chose to devote myself to my powers, but they come to me naturally. My master's sole role is to guide me through each plateau, but he's not the one who instills new powers in me. Therefore, Darghon, while I can't "teach" you any psychic powers, just like you can't teach me to metamorph, I can perhaps help you interpret whatever new powers you may exhibit. I'm sure you'll get a chance to discover new things about yourself in our quest!"

As he speaks, Vinoh inspects a few war clubs lined up on a rack in the Duke's armoury. Unfortunately, they are all too heavy and cumbersome for him. He then spots a wooden scout's club, which is reinforced with sturdy metal strips imbedded deep in the weapon. He swings it a few times, checking the balance. Then, satisfied with his find, he replaces his own worn-out club with the new one.

"So, Darghon, as I see that you probably won't need any weapons, why don't we see what kind of provisions the Duke stocks in his kitchen? While we're at it, why don't you tell me about your clan?"

Evenyth drifts silently behind Vinoh and Darghon, making no apparent effort to hide.

After looking around the room at this relatively silent ragtag group of mercenaries, Sir Thantos suggests,

"Let's all prepare and meet just outside the palace to decide what to do next. If you see any of the few people who have left already tell them we are meeting in front of the palace as soon as possible."

Thantos then leaves the throne room and heads to the armoury.

He doesn't need any armour or sword as his own sword has served him well over the past few years. Thantos has however, run a little short of crossbow bolts and fills up his quiver with 20 extra iron bolts. As he is leaving the armoury he notices a small dagger that looks in excellent condition, he grabs that and a small dagger sheath and straps it onto his belt.

"Better to have too much steel than not enough", he thinks to himself.

He then heads to the kitchen and stocks up with a week's worth of food. Moving from the kitchen to the stables, the knight saddles his horse, straps his packs onto his horses saddle and moves to the front of the palace to await his companions. He settles down on the front steps and shuts his eyes to rest knowing his war horse will prevent anyone from getting too close too quickly.

"My clan is very, well, we keep ourselves hidden from everyone in some of the tallest unreachable mountains of the world. The clouds are our grasslands." Darghon smiles slightly remembering his home in the sky. "It's a great place, I'd take you there one day, but outsiders aren't allowed, sorry, best us stay myth and in legend" Darghon grins at Vinoh "You do realise I'm goin to have to kill you now" Darghon chuckles slightly.

"I can't really tell you that much of my clan, I was kept away from the rest of them. I was taught what I know by the elders themselves. There's four of them, each one has specialised in one of the areas of elemental magic, and then they have their psychic abilities, which we weredragons shouldn't seem to get till we reach the age of the elders, but I had some from birth, I also aquired earlier than normal alot of the abilities that I should get later as I get older..." Darghon makes a concerned look on his face "There's a night when the elders had me in this room, when I was very young, just after I had started moving things with my mind, but that night is all just a blur."

Darghon sighs, "I don't know who my father is, and my mother ran away just after I was born.. I wish I knew who my father was.. maybe he could answer a few question about myself.."

"Ahh well, we are a tight nit community who helps those in need, the elders give the older warriors tasks, usually people that need help or watching over, but it's the first time someone as young as me has been giving something of this magnitude." He smiles slightly "Well if the elders think I can do it, I'm sure I can"

"Mmmm, can you smell that?" Darghon rubs his stomach and grins slightly "Food, good food, the kitchen mustn't be to far away.."

Gell, having finally satiated his intense appetite, follows the others into the armory. "Me am not needing armor. Me am have orc axe, and orc skull am thick as helmet! Me am not needing-- Shiny!" The orc's eyes light up as he spots a large set of armor and several bastard swords and he squeezes into the armor, then straps on both swords before picking his axe back up. "Now Gell am have more shiny to fight dark with. With good armor, and orc strength, Gell am unstopable!" Proudly suited in this new armor, Gell tests the sharpness of the blades on a nearby table. Satisfied of their strength, he walks outside to wait for the others, blinking in the light.

Father Quadrial loads up on food and water for the trip. In the armory he finds a simple ax that is to his liking and a fine yew wood longbow with a quiver of clothyard arrows.
He is a little disconcerted when the ravens fly down the hall and follow him out to the front gate where other members of the party are waiting.

Vinoh listens with great interest to Darghon. How rare it is to get such little known information straight from the source! As they head for the kitchen, Vinoh notices Evenyth following them. The mind mage has had a weird feeling about the shadow being from the very beginning, but decides to address him again:

"Ah, Evenyth. I see you are someone who values actions over words, as I hardly heard you say anything since the Duke greeted us. I hope you understand my uneasiness in your presence, since my guild has been fighting the Dark and shadow mages for quite some time, but I'd rather see you as my ally than just a funny feeling at the back of my head!

Darghon and I are on our way to load up on food, why don't you join us?"

Vinoh then turns and heads for the kitchen, where he takes enough water, fuit and jerked beef to last him a week.

"Darghon, I hope you know a few water spells, so that we don't run out of it in the Tomb of Velix!"

The mind mage then heads outside, where the rest of the adventurers are gathered. He feels a swell of pride and hope upon seeing such stalwart heroes, and considers it a good omen for things to come.

Darghon looks at the kitchen "I love the smell of freshly cooked food" He looks at the cook and smiles

He hears Vinoh talking to the mage he sensed following but couldn't sense much else about the being that stayed back yet following.. He looks at Evenyth and smiles. Grabbin some fruit and some of the dried beef that Vinoh grabbed "Interesting" Darghon sniffs the dried beef and chews on it "Interesting" he says again, putting abit more in the sack he grabs a water bag, nods his head towards Evenyth and heads out to where the gathering is happening.

He stands near Vinoh looking around looking at the crowd that has started.. noticing the warrior sleeping near his horse. He turns back to the group and waits.. "Wait, I guess we shall then Vinoh.."

As the tray of gold-filled pouches touches down on the table, Vade arises from a corner table and smiles.

"Nothing sets a glimmer to my eye like the shimmer of gold in candlelight. I will accept this advance of 200 crowns, as I will accept the full reward when the task has been completed. The question isn't whether the task will be completed, but instead who will complete it, and whether they will do it alone.

"My profession is one of solitude and stealth, but if the story you tell is true, this task may be too great for even myself to handle alone. Having exchanged words with Sir Thantos I have concluded that he is a noble and good man. I befriend few, and trust fewer still. However, I have taken a liking to the noble Knight Sir Thantos, and intend to walk with him so that we may confer further."

Vade glides to the table, and conceals a gold-filled pouch somewhere within his flowing black garments.

"I have learned to trust only my own blades, and my sling can find limitless munitions in the wilderness that we will surely be spending more than a fair share of time in over the upcoming days.

"I require little food, as I like to keep myself light and nimble. Hunting small game with my sling will prevent starvation and keep me in practice. I am therefore ready to embark on this journey. It is my hope that the rest of you are as well. To die of your own accord is one thing, but to put the lives of others at risk with your ill-advised actions is unacceptable, and I strongly advise you to think before you act."

With that, Vade makes for the castle gates so that he may further confer with Sir Thantos.

As Vade approaches Thantos, the knight's horse Spike neighs softly, waking the resting knight.

"Well met Vade, I was wondering when you would show up!"

Sitting up the knight glances around and sees a few of the others had already arrived but were waiting at various places out of the distance of his warhorse.

"So Vade, as I was saying earlier, we are indeed a motley crew are we not? I think we will do well on this quest but we must watch and determine everyone's strengths and weaknesses in order to be most effective in battle."

"Ah, but enough of that for now, I will tell you a little about myself. I have been a full knight for over 5 years now, and even in that short time I have seen countless battles. My king's lands lie far away and are constantly under seige from the forces of darkness. We are a proud folk of warriors. My father was a knight of the kingdom before me as was my grandfather and his father. My father was killed 10 years ago in the great battle of Gardur. He and his devout knights were able to hold the line against an army of ogres and trolls long enough for residents of Gardur to flee back to Moonvale. Alas, he and most of the Knights of the Eagle Order perished in that battle. Since then I have strived to make him proud and bring the Eagle Order back to its full strength and honour. Since the Eagle Order is still relatively small and wouldn't be put into battle(recruitment to the Eagle Order is very intense and very limited) the King felt many of the knights should go on quests of learning to keep their edge sharp and to gain knowledge of different lands. I, therefore, was assigned to assist in this particular endeavour. "

"What about you my good man Vade, what is your story..If you wish to tell? Why have you decided to risk your life for the Duke?"

The werewolf stands up and slides his chair back. "I have sat in silence long enough. The spirits speak, a quest at hand. I am Claws of Fury, great Warrior of my tribe. I have been sent here by the Chieftans because of a lost artifact. Any and all who aid me in this quest, could recieve passage from the Nation into our lands." His yellow eyes glance about. "The spirits shift, they also speak of fiends which mortal weapons cannot harm.."

[OOC: I realize I'm late in attempting to join this RPG, this is because of the absence of a Titled Roleplaying section and I just noticed the fact that this game exists in the "Suggestions" area. I do hope that my arrival is alright, and if not, feel free to 'smite' my character. :) Additionally, I am new to this, so I'm going to give it my best shot -- and I'm going to take some liberty with the weather, I hope that doesn't infringe or break any rules. Any help/criticism in PM is welcomed.]

Outside, the dark clouds slowly glide through the skies, casting a bleakness over the land. It isn't long before somber wave after wave of rain erupts forth and spills down, casting a dismal mood into the atmosphere.

..And shortly after the storm assembles, a large drawn carriage approaches. Pulled by four strong horses, the covered wagon is at least as long as three horses, making it exceptionally large. As it approaches it becomes evident that it is filled with other sentient creatures, humans and otherwise. It shakes occasionally, with shouts and howls resonating from within. The carriage comes up upon the adventurers and as it passes, a loud "CLANG!" interrupts the shouts and howls, and the wagon rocks side to side slightly.

Carriage Guard: 'Git Down! 'Git Down I Said!

The snap of a whip is then heard after the guard's words, and the carriage settles on it's axle for a moment. Then, as if by fate, a streak of lightning jets across the sky and booming thunder crashes across the landscape. In the flashing light and awesome thunder, the carriage rocks again, only this time much more violently. The cries of others increase, causing a near deafening amount of ruckus.

Again, lightning splits the skies. Something is definetly going on within the carriage, for the guard is now agitated and actively using the whip. The moans and screams of the prisoners increases two-fold, and thunder once more echoes. This time, as thunder makes it's presence known, the cheap iron-and-wood door on the back of the carriage shatters and a huge dark heap explodes forth into the air, collapsing onto the ground below. Lost in the confusion, cries and weather, the guard remains unaware from the front of the carriage, attempting to manage the others.

Kneeling on the ground with his head down, the massive dark heap slowly made it's way back to it's feet, apparently shaken up. The olive-skinned creature stood up, exposing a bald head. The frame was very well toned; bulky muscle was exposed atop a lean and tall body structure -- all in all standing at least six and a half feet tall. Black tattoos were roughly interposed on the outer upper arms and back of this individual, as were rough and crude scars. Most noticably, a deep reddish gouge was apparent over the left eye. Wearing nothing more than a leather loincloth and shackles with broken chains hanging from each wrist, the figure surveyed the gathering. This must be it.

He approached the gathering, nothing more but an imposing, hulking creature of some race, or combination of races. His skin, although criss-crossed with scars here and there and rough tattoos, seemed rather well-kept. Two protruding teeth from his lips were only a faint yellow in hue, a far cry from most shades seen in other's mouths in these days. He was clean and in well order, appearing as disciplined as any Paladin, and yet hard and rough like the standard Barbarian.

A unique individual, indeed.

His eyes watched each individual in turn, keeping quite alert for any sudden movements. He was well aware that everyone in the group would be questioning what they just saw -- and he knew that he looked like the common criminal escapee. So just what was this colossal man doing in prison? Perhaps just theft? Or maybe this individual gave in to his primordial and crude desires, his crime being rape. Or maybe, just maybe, this figure's dark physique and domineering aura was that of a serial killer, one with intentions only of tearing out intestines and dressing his victim with their own filth. Regardless of what they thought, they would all ask questions in a few moments, and thus he stood, awaiting the curious thrusts of inquiring minds.

Evenyth follows Vinoh and Darghon through the palace, the two picking up the supplies they need. Eventually, they make their way to the courtyard, where a sizable army has gathered. The shadowy figure beckons the two closer. Softly, he speaks.

"There is no reason to bring this zoo along. I have the knowledge to get to where we need to go, and you two have sufficient skill to defeat anything my former Master can send at us. I could easily do so myself, but due to the nature of my servitude, I am powerless against he himself. I sense something within each of you that may prove... useful.

"I suggest we leave this lot behind. Three travel swifter than two dozen, and stealthier as well. What do you say?"

He stands, his face as exressionless as before, awaiting a reply.

Darghon feels a little wet pulling his leather cloak around him to keep him abit dryer... "I mean not to be rude Evenyth" Looks past Evenyth, looking over the mages shoulder at the strange creature that just erupted from the carriage "But shouldn't we find out the intentions of the creature that just burst out of the prison carriage over there before we go rushin off?" Darghon slightly raises his eye brow.

"Excuse me.." Darghon walks past Evenyth and stands in front of the crowd nearer the being "May I ask you of your name?" he directs to the newcomer...

Vinoh eyes Evenyth suspiciously and answers him:

"While I agree that a smaller group can travel quicker and with less chance of being detected, I fear I don't have all the experience necessary to face the Dark with only 2 people I barely know, especially when one of them actually served the Dark.

I mean no offense by this, Evenyth, but since I've fought the Dark a few times and know them to be deceivers, I find it hard to follow one. Also, while Darghon surely has vast potential, he is also inexperienced, so I think we should wait and see what the Duke has to say. For what it's worth, I think that breaking the group into units of, say, 4-5 people and coordinating their journey with the 2 birds could work wonders without slowing us down."

Suddenly, Vinoh becomes aware that Darghon is looking at something over Evenyth's shoulder. He looks as well and sees that a new member has joined the party, albeit a somewhat unusual one. Vinoh turns back to Evenyth.

"Look, I'm aware that your powers and very nature could be invaluable to us during our quest, but leaving the group now would be dangerous and we're facing enough danger as it is... Please, let's wait to see what the plan is first."

Father Quadrial chewed slowly on one of the turkey legs he had taken from the kitchen. He was not certain if he wanted to go on this journey now. A mismatched group, the possibility of running out of food and the two crows circling slowly above were more then a bit offputting.
Then to add insult to injury, a strange looking fellow walks right up looking like danger on two legs and the good father had known many a dngerous man.
The two crows glided in to land on the gate edge.
"We are here to guide you to glory." said the white.
"Follow us and you will die." said the black.
Then they tucked their heads under their wings as if to say 'we'll be ready when you are.'

"Very well. It is a ... cautious decision. Although one you may regret later."

When the wet weather suddenly started, Thantos had grabbed his cloak from his saddlebag and had thrown it over his shoulders.

Now, protected from this sudden rainstorm, the Knight was suprised to see a prision carriage driving by from seemingly out of nowhere. Suddenly, a prisioner had burst out of the back of the carriage as the carriage continued on (OOC: I'm presuming that as I'm not clear where the carriage went).

Seeing this, Thantos draws his sword, and shouts at the departing carriage. "STOP Jailer! Stop the carriage! A prisoner has escaped!"

Moving towards this strange creature with sword drawn, Thantos says, "Stay where you are prisoner! I don't know what you did and I don't really care. We will keep you here until the jailer gets his carriage under control and returns."

Gell's ears perk up slightly as he overhears Evenyth's whispered conversation. Even with their lowered tones, years of tracking game and enemy much quieter than any in this group had sharpened his hearing, and he turns toward the three warriors. Gell points his axe at Evenyth, his eyes narrowed. "Just because me am orc, not mean me am stupid dark one! Or deaf!" He nods to Vinoh and Darghon, appeased slightly by their responses but still upset at the insult of being declared unneeded. "You am smart not to go with him. He am probably SENT by the dark we am going to fight, so he can lead you into trap! You should stay with Gell- me am not smart in all ways, but Gell can be trusted, and Gell knows who to trust."
Gell then turns his dark eyes to this new man, eyeing him curiously even as he keeps one distrustful eye on Evenyth. The man appears to be strong, and is dressed almost like a barbarian. Yet the man carries no weapons at all. Gell scratches his head quizzically as he puzzles over the man's appearance. He does not look like any of the monks Gell has seen before, but his experience with that curious class of warrior was limited. Gell scoops up a small rock and chucks it at the black crow as he walks over to the new man. "You am shut up, bird. So, who am you?"

[OOC: Interesting twist you added Cubby, I wasn't anticipating it. I'll let redravin40 decide whether or not the jailor hears, and what continues from that point.]

As the rain drizzled down, the man's broad shoulders heaved wearily. It was apparent that he'd been struggling for quite some time -- most likely with the chains that dangled from his shackles. The uneven chain lengths, with rings bent out of shape give way to the idea that they were snapped, pulled with brute strength until they gave way.

Pausing to take a deep breath, he closed his eyes and let the cool rain drizzle down his head. It felt good and refreshing, something he had not recently experienced in the dungeon known as a jail. It seemed like an eternity he spent at that moment, feeling the rain again and breathing free air. Only when the silence was broken did he return to reality.

His eyelids peeled open like fresh oranges, split quickly and keenly, his eyes set upon Darghon as the comment escaped his mouth. It was expected. His response came slow, but was spoken solemnly.

Tower: My name is Nazdreg..but those in prison called me Tower.

Still watching Darghon, the words were deliberate and vocalized very articulately, giving off the radiance of at least some education. With that, he turned his perspective to that of Vinoh as he cast him a glance, and he returned the watchful eye. As Vinoh turned back to Evenyth, Tower's attention was once again stolen from Darghon as Thantos made his introduction.

Tower was compelled to snarl as Thantos drew his sword, his upper lift curling upwards to expose additional pointed canines. Jaw tipping down slightly, he focused on the Knight. The words that came forth was like a thousand knives churning in his intestines; the shouting for the guards and the screams of 'Stop!' reverberated in his cranium as he looked on. Veins buried within folds of muscle exposed themselves and danced across his neck and his shoulders heaved simultaneously.

Watching the Knight closely, Tower intended to speak his mind in a purposeful way to get his point across, but without expressing implied harm, as that was as far from his goal as could be.

Tower: I'll go back over my dead body.

He stood firm, unthreatening but nonetheless prepared to move quickly if need be. The situation was only complicated with the arrival of Gell, an individual who looked very similar to himself. Gell made his introduction, and although Tower heard him fine, he dared not let his guard down to Thantos right now. Hopefully, Gell would understand why he didn't greet him in return, due to the little situation at hand.

Bracing himself, Tower awaited what would come next.

Looking from Tower to Thantos, Gell draws his rather impressive battle axe and steps between this new, strange half orc and this knight of the Eagle Order, his dark eyes narrowed at Thantos through the rain. "You am not hurt him! He am orc like Gell, am like brother! Me am not having honor as warrior if me am letting you hurt brother orc!" Gell straightens up to his full intimidating hight, his teeth showing slightly in a fierce snarl. "Tower am here to help fight darkness, like Gell and you and tiny chair warrior! You am not stop him! If you am wanting to fight him, you am having to fight Gell too!"

Father Quadrial watches in amazement as the stone so casually thrown at the circling raven passes right through the bird.

He is still staring at the bird when he realizes that a stand off of sorts is developing around the fellow from the prison wagon (which seems to have disappeared into the misty morning.) The tenseness of the situation draws the big priest too its center (a habit that had caused Quadrial problems in the past).
"Friends, friends, save your energy for the minions of the dark." Pointing to the sky. "It looks like our two guides have decided to leave without us."
Indeed the white and black birds have started a slow flight down the Southern Road from the Dukes castle.

Gell eyes Thantos a moment longer, then looks up at the sky as the monk points. He shades his eyes, squinting against the morning sun, then grunts. "Birds am move fast! We am better get going after them or birds am get lost- or we am get lost." Gell throws his pack over one shoulder, and straps his axe to his side as he turns to the others.
"Come on, we am follow birds! And we am making sure noone am getting left behind." Gell eyes first the warrior Thantos then the dark quiet shade Evenyth as he says this, then he looks around at the others.
Grinning at Sarael, L'huts Namreg and Tower, Gell starts off after the birds. "Come funny squishy man! Come tiny chair-warrior! Come, my orc brother! We am have many great battles ahead! Adventure am waiting for us!"

"They are good words Vinoh" he says lookin at the new comer his ears twitching slightly.. "And Gell does have a good point as well" He looks over at Gell and gives him a quick grin.. Seeing gell walk over to the new comer and the situation that has arisen he says to Vinoh "Look at this Vinoh, typical human, thinking first with his sword rather than his head, bah, and we protect these ones? I just don't know sometimes"

He walks over to where the situation has arisen "Thantos, sheath your sword, we know little of Tower, or what his intentions are.." He says sternly to the dwarfed looking knight compared to the other two brute looking warriors. "And besides.. if you did decide to do something Thantos, the only time I would step in was when you had been taught a lesson, seeing I'm supposed to even help foolhardy idiots like yourself in dire circumstances..." Darghons eyes glow brightly golden under his hood..

Darghon looks in the direction of Gell and Tower "Gell, Tower, could you please settle as you are only aggravating this problem.." He looks back to Thantos "Please, sheath your sword, if we are to defeat the dark, we need as many warriors as possible.."

"I think it is time we start our journey..." Hearing Father Quadriels shout he directs his words towards the three..

Vinoh smiles at the thought of having another half-orc with them. Brute strength, while crude and lacking subtlety, certainly had its uses. However, some of those uses were decisively counter-productive, as the half-orcs and human knight were proving at that moment. The mind mage wanted to calm them, but Darghon took the initiative and tried to defuse the situation. Meanwhile, Father Quadrial seemed intent on ending this nonsense by simply starting the journey. Sir Thantos, while apparently acting out of impulse, was simply cautious in his confrontation, although confronting half-orcs, whatever the intent, was never a good idea. However, seeing as his act had instigated quite a bit of chest-thumping, Vinoh decided to intercede:

"Come now everyone, I'm sure Sir Thantos had only everyone's safety in mind when confronting our new ally. What if a murderous psychopath had escaped the wagon, with nothing but evil intent in his heart? A knight's duty is to protect life and uphold all that is good, so there's no need for all this agitation now that we've cleared everything up. Isn't that right, Sir Thantos?

Father Quadrial seems to have the good sense to get started, so let's all be the friends and allies I know we can be and purge the Tomb of Velix of the evil that inhabits it once and for all!"

With that, Vinoh turns and catches up with Father Quadrial. On the way, he turns and looks at Darghon:

*telepathic message to Darghon*

"It seems that we're in for quite an adventure with this lot! However, I wouldn't worry about us humans; we may be hot-headed at times, but our heart's usually in the right place."

Thantos, looks around him incredulously.

"Has everyone lost their mind? What makes you think this orc is an ally? All you know of him is his name and the fact that he is an escaped convict! How would he even have found out about this quest if he was just in jail?

I realize that we are all strangers here, but at least all of us have answered the Dukes summons and have at least had the opportunity to mingle a little. I find it hard to believe you are all willing to just trust people that don't even know what we are doing."

"Now since we have a stand-off and I don't want to have to kill Gell since HE is an ally, I will back off. But I need much more information from you before I can trust you."

Moving back from Tower and slowly sheathing his blade Thantos makes his way over to his warhorse. Thantos mounts his horse and starts to move towards the disappearing crows.

"If you are coming Tower, I sure hope you can keep up. As for the rest of you, I sure hope you don't react so sleepily and with as little interest the first time we are actually attacked by something or someone."

Urging his warhorse on, Thantos quickly disappers down the street towards where the Crows flew off.

Rooted like a tree, Tower is almost shocked when Gell pronounced him his 'brother' and defended him. Whilst the other half-orc knew nothing of himself, he still stood up for him simply because they share a common race. Tower found this as pretty interesting news.

Although in his heart, Tower agreed with Thantos. The Knight was correct in his thoughts and shouldn't be prodded for sticking up for everything Just and Right. Unfortunately, if the Knight did know the truth, he'd come to the conclusion that Justice had long since betrayed Nazdreg. Perhaps that story would be one for another time.. perhaps. Figuring this incident and his past would probably come up later in their travels, he decided against telling the tale now.

As the Knight mounted his warhorse and began upon his way, he was compelled to speak his mind on the issues addressed by Thantos.

Tower: Word gets around pretty fast in prison. The news of the Duke's summons is known in every crack by every rat in that filth-ridden hole. I've only escaped in the hopes of joining this party -- and regaining the honor I've lost in bearing these.

Tower's shoulders shrugged as he lifted his arms, displaying the shackles again. The iron-borne constraints were both a medium for disgrace and distrust. How better would he clear his name, than by proving his valor in purging the land of an evil that terrorizes it?

Regardless, the caravan of adventurers was on it's way, and he didn't want to be holding them up, especially so early on. He turned to Gell, impressed by the half-orc's display of faithfulness, and extended his hand for a forearm brace, thanking him with an additional nod.

(I'm going to continue on whether or not Gell accepts the offered handshake, I'll let Gell decide on that. ;))

Unaware that weapons and armors are being provided, as well as rations, Tower turned to follow the mounted Knight and the crows, ready to set out upon the journey, regardless of the toll it may have.

"Tower, Thantos is right, I'm sorry, we can't fully trust you as yet, but if you seek to regain your honor, I'm sure this would be a good way of proving it" Darghon looks around at the knight whose leaving on his horse.. "especially to that one and others like him in the group" he says raising an eyebrow. "But it seems you have a 'brother' already among us, Tower" Darghon smirks and looks at Gell.

"Well our quest has started" Darghon grins "I think it is time we take our leave.."

As he heads down after Vinoh he says telepathically to him "Yes, maybe you are right and with the limited contact I have had with your race, maybe I judge you too quickly.." Darghon trudges on, placing the sack of gold in the bag that appears empty at his side under his cloak, it glows slightly blue as the sack of gold dissappears into the bag and stops glowing as soon after he pulls his hand out.

Darghon reaches Vinoh and walks beside him. Pull his hood down a little lower because of the rain. "What a time for a quest.. We are a mottle crew aren't we.. I hope we all get along well and settle what differences we have aside..." he says thinking of the previous situation "..and that this rain stops soon"

Trudging down the road trying to keep one eye on the crow and the other on his companions, Father Quadrial noticed that the morning raid had turned portions of the hard packed road to muck.
The Baron had obviousley been using a lot of man-power to get the road ready for cobblestones but when the war broke out the strong laborers had been conscripted into the army.
The party seemed to be setting off in ones and twos following the crows as he was.
There were a number of folk who had introduced themselve to the Baron but who had not made it to that gate in time.
Father Quadrial wondered aloud (a habit that made the usual vow of silence by members of his order close to impossible).
"Perhaps some of them thought better then heading into danger with such folk as these. Yon black crows warning of doom might well have scared some away. Or perhaps they are gathering provisions and will join us soon. I only hope that is the case because if we go much further they will not be able to catch up. Damn this mud, it oozes between my toes. Oh to have fine boots like the lord knight or to ride again.'

The wolf kept pace slightly out of sight. Keeping for the most part on the fringes of the settlement as to avoid detection.

"Have either of you experience with the Dark?" Evenyth murmurs, drifting alongside Vinoh. "You may have been correct, our numbers have scared off many of His minions that would have slowed two or three."

Darghon looks at Evenyth "I myself have battled with a few demons and devils, but to whether they were associated with that dark or not.. I cannot say."

Darghon reaches into the small pouche he carries at his side and the pouches opening glows a slight blue colour. He pulls out what appears to be a pipe which has a large topaz in the end of it, the outside of the pipe is encrusted with a few jewels that glow slightly. The pipe also appears to have strange engravings that shimmer slightly everynow and then. Darghon places the strange looking pipe into a leather holder that hangs off the same belt as that pf the pouch.

"From now on I think we must be ready for anything.." he says to Vinoh and glances at Evenyth as well. Darghon looks forward to where the monk is and then past him to where the crows are. "So what do you think those birds are anyway? They definetly seem to be some sort of entity other than that of birds, seeing when Gell threw the rock at the black one and it seem to phase out as the rock passed through it.." Darghon looks on

Placated now that he sees his fellow half orc is safe, Gell returns Towers gesture and strolls good naturedly down the path alongside the others. "In tribe, all am brothers, even if not related. Even the other humans that am joining tribe am brother to Gell-- all must work together to survive where me am from. Now we am new tribe, and you am all brothers to Gell. We am not be fighting eachother anymore. Now we am all fight only against dark!" Gell sighs slightly at this thought of the home he left behind, then brightens considerably as he grins around at the rest of those gathered there.
Gell walks in silence for a moment as he observes the others and the gradually changing terrain on either side of the path. Then looking Darghon and Father Quadrial, he frowns slightly. "We am sure birds know way? Birds am not knowing how to talk much- what if they am lost?"

"Well Gell, They are our guides, so I would definetly hope they know our way." Darghon smirks at Gell "And you are right Gell, to defeat the dark we will all have to put our differences aside and help each other.." He trudges along with the rest of them.. keeping an ever watchful eye on the birds.. lest they fall out of sight..

Glancing over to Gell, Tower smirked quizzically. Fellow half-orcs and full blooded orcs themselves were always interesting creatures; some of them seemed more human than orc and yet still, others veered the other way. The neat aspect of these differences, however, was that regardless of their leaning, they shared the same heart.

Tower quickly found himself smiling after Gell's words, and then looking off into the distance. As the storm was being left behind, the path slowly changed from mud into more solid dirt and grassland. The feeling was nice on his leather-like feet; the rocks, rough plants and other harshities didn't seem to have much of an effect on him.

For now, he decided to keep quiet, and follow diligently. Certainly, many adventures were yet to come on this quest.

Vinoh, happy to be moving, addresses Evenyth:

"My guild has had some experience with the Dark, especially with its more subtle members. Shocks troops could always be handled by knights, soldiers and even mercenaries, but sometimes the Dark clouded men's minds, bent their will and made them do its bidding. Sometimes it didn't respond to exorcism or symbols of light and that's where we came in. The ability to detect the taint of evil and subdue it by sheer force of will has been our greatest tool against the Dark. All our other abilities are just icing on the cake and show us that the mind truly has boundless potential.

This is why my guildmaster has sent me here. Since we're probably heading for the proverbial hornet's nest, we will need a broad range of powers. We are definitely covered as far as brawn and magic is concerned, but I wonder if my mental powers will be enough."

The mind mage then turns to Darghon and smiles.

*Telepathic message to Darghon*

"Well, at least I'm not the only one who can flex his mental muscles!"

Vinoh turns back to Evenyth.

"I've been meaning to ask... how and why did you turn from the Dark? Are your powers truly that great or is there a schism we don't know about but could exploit?"

Vinoh suddenly gets a mental flash of the villagers that were found brutally slain, their bodies gruesomely dismembered, their families weeping at their loss... The mind mage grimaces.

"I hope for our sake that our strength will be enough..."

"To think of the Dark as monolithic would be childish. Anyo... anything in a position of power wants more power, and will do anything to get it."

"As for myself, I had my uses. Usually tasks which were too subtle or too difficult for most of His followers. But I was called, and had to answer. Blood is thicker than wine."

"So then, the dark is just one powerful being seeking more power than that of which he already has?" Darghon raises an eyebrow towards Evenyth

Darghon telepathically says to Vinoh "I'm afraid I won't be much used to you in that area... the elders put restraints on me using most of my abilities because I got them when I was so young.. I was causing to much mischief.. as we do when we're hatchlings why didn't they give them back to me when I left..?"

"What do you mean by that Blood is thicker than wine, Evenyth?" Darghon glances towards Evenyth then back to wards the front "I dislike the evil things in this world, it's just that, you can't destroy it, evil that is" Darghon frowns and clenches his fists, he doesn't realise it but his aura seems to shimmer for a secon with a mixture of magic and psionic power, the latter unknown yet to himself.

Darghon telepathically says to Vinoh "The more I think about it, the more I think that the elders may have sent me to my death. They stopped me from using my mind, they sent me off with very little to what the others would get for tasks compared to this one. But I think no.. I know I'm different, always have been from them, do they fear me, or what I could be?" Darghon lets out a slight sigh but looks on ahead ever ready..

Gell notices what seems to be some manner of exchange between Darghon and Vinoh, but sees that neither of them speak. He can sense a slight magical aura around the two and wrinkles his nose in a look of slight annoyance as he realizes it's purpose. "We am all brothers now, am working together. Why you am hiding words from Gell?"

OOC: A psychic orc.. imagine that :p

OOC: *L* I wish, then he'd know what you're thinking. Actually it's a prestige class called Forsaker (from 3rd edition D&D, what I originally made Gell for) that can idendtify and repel magic.

OOC: Ahh ok.. I've never worked with D&D, just the paladium system.. Orcs don't have any psionics or magic abilities.. I'll remember your input for later.. lol.. now I can write a response...

Darghon looks back at Gell "I'm sorry Gell, but some things are better left unsaid, things that are very personal to me and which I think Vinoh could help me with.. I hope" He looks back at Vinoh and nods slightly.. he takes his hood off revealing a scaley head with a few small horns pointing out of his head..

{Side note: If you are not sure about what is happening or what a characters abilities are use the discussion thread or PM each other. If it seems like a question that your character would ask then do it that way.}
After slogging along the road in mist and the mud for what seemed like forever Father Quadrial was getting worried.
It was starting to get dark enough that he couldn't even see the black crow. The white still could be seen clearly enough, winging along the road just a little bit ahead of the party.
The drizzle had turned to a steady downpour and the gray clouds were turning black.
Why was he out here in the rain and muck when he could be inside warm and dry? Father Quadrial would tell any who asked that he volunteered for these missions to fight evil and stand for god in the places where god often had no representation. The truth of the matter was that he enjoyed the company of rogues and scoundrels much more then the pious brothers of his order.
Staring at the dark cloud ahead he stopped and cocked his head.
"How odd.” He said aloud. "That cloud is starting to look like a hawk. See the profile ..."
Any further word were taken from his mind as he watched the cloud turn its head and blink a huge red eye.
The huge bird opened its wings and let out a cry that thunder.
It swooped down towards the party.
Father Quadrial realized with stark horror that it was not attacking them but their guides.