War of Gi'haan�

Neverwhere · 12-05-2003, 03:13 PM

Planetary Information

Planet Name: Trelaiio (Pronounced Tree-lay-o)
Size: 10,000 km Diameter
Day's/Year: 214
Length of Day's: 12 hrs 29m
Population: 264,252,185
Major Cities: Gila, Makasha, Reuters, Saint Johnson, & Peelan
Gods/Diety's: All Gods from FR and any that are approved of by me. Majority of Clerics worship Mystra

City Information

City Name: Gila

Size: 2,440,000
Leader: King Maahan
Shops: Weapons, Armour, Magic
Major Citizens: Lord Jaahan, Priest Prahn of Mystra, Baron Dwight

City Name: Saint Johnson

Size: 8,566,930
Leader: ArchBishop Lyann of Mystra
Shops: Hundreds of Clerical supplies, Weapons, Armour (No Magician supplies)
Major Citizens: Heads of churches (Too many to list here, ask and ye shall receive)[/i]

Alright, you guys should meet in one of those two cities, if you dont want to meet there, I can provide the necessary information. Start up boys/girls!

[EDIT] Sorry about the post here.. Ill add the rest of the cities tonight. I had to rush because I had a meeting and so I didnt get to finish this post. Tonight the other three cities will be added and you can choose to meet at those and/or travel there. Remember, it is up to you to find an adventure!!
[/EDIT]

Dante · 12-05-2003, 03:16 PM

OOC: Does the first poster get an XP bonus?

St. Johnson, 2000 hrs.

It was a hot night in the old town tonight... at least, it seemed that way to Abigail. Although it was a rather cool evening, the combination of the heat of the fair and the full plate he wore under his tunic was making him sweat like a horse, and the cool armor spell he'd cast this afternoon had worn off. Worse still, he'd only prepared one of them, and he really didn't feel like meditating now.

There was simply too much fun to be had.

Abigail wound through the crowd at the fair, picking his way through the drunks and admiring the young women. As he made his way to the center of the fair, he raised his eyebrows as he saw the various multitides of people filling the streets. Though there were mostly humans, he could make out several half-orcs, a dwarf or two, and even an elf standing in the corner and wrinkling his nose in disgust at the pool of vomit that an inebriated reveller had deposited at his feet.

Then he saw her, and he forgot everything else.

She was a young-looking half-elf wearing the robes of a cleric, not unlike that of the order in a local temple. Abigail immediately put all thoughts of cruising through the fair out of his mind. That would still be around for a couple of days.

She, however, might disappear at any moment.

Eagerness added speed to his footsteps, and that made the subsequent collision of his codpiece with the unkempt dwarf's helmet that much more painful. He winced from the pain - it felt like he had walked into a rock, albeit a very short one with an axe and a pointy helmet.

"Dammit! Get out of my way, dwarf!"

OOC: Feel free to censure me if this doesn't live up to your expectations...

12-05-2003, 03:29 PM

Nic knew where he came from and he knew where he was going. That's all that mattered. He came from fifty long years in the Wizard's Guild. At first, it'd been grand--he was training, he thought, to right the wrongs of the world. Hopefully, to follow in the footsteps of the objects of Bardic legend, and maybe even star in some of his own. It hadn't worked out that way.

For one, Nic was fifty. Five decades he spent mostly in Gila. After he finished his initial training, there was always something his parents wanted him to learn, someone the guild wanted him to teach. It was a busy and rewarding life, but something had always seemed too... sedantary about it. One day, he looked in the mirror and saw the truth: it was too late. His prime had came and went. What's more, as his mother aged she came more and more to depend on him, his father having died some time ago. He resigned himself to his fate, tending his duties and coasting through life. When his mother died, it hit Nic hard. The gears of his life were no longer pulling anything, no longer serving a purpose. He saw less and less of a point to his work. He'd supported his parents loyally, and he'd done his job well. What else was there for him to do?

It didn't take long for him to slide back to the only thing he'd wanted to do that he'd left undone. It never really occured to Nic that setting out during the sunset of his life was pointless. As he'd gotten older, things like that had started occuring to him less and less. All Nic cared about was a strong moral conviction urging him to do something. There were too many memories, familiar faces, and responsibilities for him in Gila. It only seemed logical to head instead to Saint Johnson--a place he'd normally avoided whenever possible, so nobody knew him here. Nic knew where he came from and he knew where he was going, and right now where he was going was the bar. He wasn't after the alcohol or the company, he was after the bard and his news.

Dante · 12-05-2003, 03:31 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Thinkmeat

OOC: side note from the other thread--as party size goes up, so to does fatalities, if we fight few monsters. The less monsters we fight, the more powerful each individual monster is, and the more likely they are to overwhelm the individual party member's HP. And those with AoE attacks will kill us all. So we'll need good strategies and big balls to survive (:

A meatshield with everyone healing him is good too... And if they can focus fire, so can we... But seriosusly though, this thread really came out too late... Feel like sleeping already...

LilWhiteMage · 12-05-2003, 08:08 PM

Many people of different sorts filled the streets on this night. The whole atmosphere seemed to be that of a great celebration, though with the fact that it was merely a fair, there was more than your usual amount of drunken people wandering the crowded streets.

Amongst all of these persons, Akane somehow managed to make it through the crowd without bumping into anyone. Perhaps it was the fact that nearly every man that wasn't either drunk or pasted out in the middle of the street was staring at her. Lord, she detested when people gave her those hungry looks.

But despite that fact, being in such close quarter with so many others caused the air in the area to hang hot and heavy, and even she was beginning to grow uncomfortable in her robes.

She stopped for a moment, pulling down the hood that had been partially hiding her features. As she lay the cloth back against her shoulders, more of her blonde hair became visible.

An inaudible sigh escaped from her lips as she raised her hand back to her forehead and wiped away a few beads of sweat that had formed. Why in the world had she decided to actually come out tonight?

Feeling that even more eyes were upon her now that she had stopped, she quickly returned the hood of her robe on top of her head and began to walk again.

12-05-2003, 03:41 PM

OOC - St. Johnson

Ahh, the fair. What a place for money-making...

A small figure in as plain-looking a cloak imaginable hopped down from it's vantage point atop a rain barrel collecting water from a tavern's (ooc: *gasp* it's a bar!) gutter. The lowered hood showed a young face, with tousled brown hair and almond eyes. The casual passerby would easily dismiss this baby-faced creature for a street urchin or a peasant boy who's lost his way, or his mommy. The more astute observer would notice that he's more streamlined than a child, since there seems to be no straces of babyfat.

He slowly wandered about with the milling people, no particular destination in mind, just taking it all in... It would be much more fun if he didn't have to slide every which way to avoid clumsy oafs, drunken slobs, and plain-ol' inconsiderate idiots. All of the overgrown morons had stopped caring about the needs of tohers, apparently, and he had to fend for himself, as usual. In a city full of churches, you'd think there'd be more people caring about more than just pleasure. He heard a tune on the air, and slowly wandered over to find out what kind of musical entertainment was being provided. Noticing it to be a familiar tune, he started whistling aloing with the musician.

OOC: cesure if need be

GatoFiero · 12-05-2003, 08:21 PM

[OOC] Well, i'm not sure how the Mystra Church views non-humans or Half-Orcs in particular. But then again, my character doesn't know either. [OOC]

Ashnak walked along the edges of the streets, careful to keep his cloak in place. He looked up to make sure that the bag was still over his "walking stick" I Don't want to promote any unnecessary conflict. Seeing "normal" Half-Orcs made people nervous, who knows what they would say about Asnak in his armor with a halberd.

*Flash*"Remember lad, not everyone will be as kind to you as i am." The young Ashnak looked up into the eyes of his mentor Harashan Paladin of the Light. *Flash*

ArchBishop Lyann is supposed to be in this city...but I never expected it to be so large. Ashnak tightened his grip on his halberd. Haras, i wont fail you. Ashnak's grip tightened on the bag with the crystal in his pocket, I'll make sure that this crystal gets sealed for eternity.

Ashnak continued past the merrymaking on the street toward the largest building. Obviously where such an important man as ArchBishop Lyann would be. And as always, he remembered to have his cloak securely about him.

[OOC] Never, I have more character information for you if you want it. [OOC]

12-05-2003, 10:08 PM

OOC: " Ashnak's grip tightened on the bag with the crystal in his pocket, I'll make sure that this crystal gets sealed for eternity" ? Looks like SOMEONE got a starter quest lead from the DM.

Also, I edited my thread above--me intro and a good character primer is up there.

Dante · 12-05-2003, 10:19 PM

OOC: The DM never gives me any starter quest leads... *sulks*

Neverwhere · 12-05-2003, 10:30 PM

[ooc]Actually, I had no idea about his crystal... WTG gato :p Still, I think i can work it in.[/ooc]

ArchBishop Lyann paced around his room quickly. The sounds of the fair drifting up into his room.

What time is it I wonder? I've misplaced my timepiece again. That paladin from the Haras church should be arriving any time. I dont know who or when, but he will be here. I hope. I knew it was silly to allow this fair to go on during such times, but the illusion of normalicy must go on.

He continues muttering, while pacing around the room.

[ooc] As for information about your character, pm me or email me the information. Thanks. [/ooc]

12-05-2003, 03:13 PM	#1
Neverwhere Bound by Repression Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Deep within my Mind Posts: 507	War of Gi'haan� Planetary Information Planet Name: Trelaiio (Pronounced Tree-lay-o) Size: 10,000 km Diameter Day's/Year: 214 Length of Day's: 12 hrs 29m Population: 264,252,185 Major Cities: Gila, Makasha, Reuters, Saint Johnson, & Peelan Gods/Diety's: All Gods from FR and any that are approved of by me. Majority of Clerics worship Mystra City Information City Name: Gila Size: 2,440,000 Leader: King Maahan Shops: Weapons, Armour, Magic Major Citizens: Lord Jaahan, Priest Prahn of Mystra, Baron Dwight City Name: Saint Johnson Size: 8,566,930 Leader: ArchBishop Lyann of Mystra Shops: Hundreds of Clerical supplies, Weapons, Armour (No Magician supplies) Major Citizens: Heads of churches (Too many to list here, ask and ye shall receive)[/i] Alright, you guys should meet in one of those two cities, if you dont want to meet there, I can provide the necessary information. Start up boys/girls! [EDIT] Sorry about the post here.. Ill add the rest of the cities tonight. I had to rush because I had a meeting and so I didnt get to finish this post. Tonight the other three cities will be added and you can choose to meet at those and/or travel there. Remember, it is *up to you to find an adventure!! [/EDIT] __________________ Infidel Defilers! They shall all drown in the lakes of blood. Now they will know why they are afraid of the dark. Now they will learn why they fear the night. Last edited by Neverwhere; 12-05-2003 at 03:51 PM.*

12-05-2003, 03:16 PM	#2
Dante Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Crushing the weak beneath the iron jackboots of tyranny Posts: 7,703	OOC: Does the first poster get an XP bonus? St. Johnson, 2000 hrs. It was a hot night in the old town tonight... at least, it seemed that way to Abigail. Although it was a rather cool evening, the combination of the heat of the fair and the full plate he wore under his tunic was making him sweat like a horse, and the cool armor spell he'd cast this afternoon had worn off. Worse still, he'd only prepared one of them, and he really didn't feel like meditating now. There was simply too much fun to be had. Abigail wound through the crowd at the fair, picking his way through the drunks and admiring the young women. As he made his way to the center of the fair, he raised his eyebrows as he saw the various multitides of people filling the streets. Though there were mostly humans, he could make out several half-orcs, a dwarf or two, and even an elf standing in the corner and wrinkling his nose in disgust at the pool of vomit that an inebriated reveller had deposited at his feet. Then he saw her, and he forgot everything else. She was a young-looking half-elf wearing the robes of a cleric, not unlike that of the order in a local temple. Abigail immediately put all thoughts of cruising through the fair out of his mind. That would still be around for a couple of days. She, however, might disappear at any moment. Eagerness added speed to his footsteps, and that made the subsequent collision of his codpiece with the unkempt dwarf's helmet that much more painful. He winced from the pain - it felt like he had walked into a rock, albeit a very short one with an axe and a pointy helmet. "Dammit! Get out of my way, dwarf!" OOC: Feel free to censure me if this doesn't live up to your expectations... Last edited by Dante; 12-05-2003 at 03:48 PM.

12-05-2003, 03:29 PM	#3
Thinkmeat Guest Posts: n/a	Nic knew where he came from and he knew where he was going. That's all that mattered. He came from fifty long years in the Wizard's Guild. At first, it'd been grand--he was training, he thought, to right the wrongs of the world. Hopefully, to follow in the footsteps of the objects of Bardic legend, and maybe even star in some of his own. It hadn't worked out that way. For one, Nic was fifty. Five decades he spent mostly in Gila. After he finished his initial training, there was always something his parents wanted him to learn, someone the guild wanted him to teach. It was a busy and rewarding life, but something had always seemed too... sedantary about it. One day, he looked in the mirror and saw the truth: it was too late. His prime had came and went. What's more, as his mother aged she came more and more to depend on him, his father having died some time ago. He resigned himself to his fate, tending his duties and coasting through life. When his mother died, it hit Nic hard. The gears of his life were no longer pulling anything, no longer serving a purpose. He saw less and less of a point to his work. He'd supported his parents loyally, and he'd done his job well. What else was there for him to do? It didn't take long for him to slide back to the only thing he'd wanted to do that he'd left undone. It never really occured to Nic that setting out during the sunset of his life was pointless. As he'd gotten older, things like that had started occuring to him less and less. All Nic cared about was a strong moral conviction urging him to do something. There were too many memories, familiar faces, and responsibilities for him in Gila. It only seemed logical to head instead to Saint Johnson--a place he'd normally avoided whenever possible, so nobody knew him here. Nic knew where he came from and he knew where he was going, and right now where he was going was the bar. He wasn't after the alcohol or the company, he was after the bard and his news. Last edited by Thinkmeat; 12-05-2003 at 10:09 PM.

12-05-2003, 08:08 PM	#5
LilWhiteMage Object of BM's Desires Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Monroe, LA Posts: 850	Many people of different sorts filled the streets on this night. The whole atmosphere seemed to be that of a great celebration, though with the fact that it was merely a fair, there was more than your usual amount of drunken people wandering the crowded streets. Amongst all of these persons, Akane somehow managed to make it through the crowd without bumping into anyone. Perhaps it was the fact that nearly every man that wasn't either drunk or pasted out in the middle of the street was staring at her. Lord, she detested when people gave her those hungry looks. But despite that fact, being in such close quarter with so many others caused the air in the area to hang hot and heavy, and even she was beginning to grow uncomfortable in her robes. She stopped for a moment, pulling down the hood that had been partially hiding her features. As she lay the cloth back against her shoulders, more of her blonde hair became visible. An inaudible sigh escaped from her lips as she raised her hand back to her forehead and wiped away a few beads of sweat that had formed. Why in the world had she decided to actually come out tonight? Feeling that even more eyes were upon her now that she had stopped, she quickly returned the hood of her robe on top of her head and began to walk again. __________________ :wmage: LilWhiteMage:wmage: Death is the only cure for stupidity. Got a bad case of the MONDAYS ? That's why Lord Chaos invented Cat Coffee!

12-05-2003, 10:30 PM	#10
Neverwhere Bound by Repression Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Deep within my Mind Posts: 507	[ooc]Actually, I had no idea about his crystal... WTG gato :p Still, I think i can work it in.[/ooc] ArchBishop Lyann paced around his room quickly. The sounds of the fair drifting up into his room. What time is it I wonder? I've misplaced my timepiece again. That paladin from the Haras church should be arriving any time. I dont know who or when, but he will be here. I hope. I knew it was silly to allow this fair to go on during such times, but the illusion of normalicy must go on. He continues muttering, while pacing around the room. [ooc] As for information about your character, pm me or email me the information. Thanks. [/ooc] __________________ Infidel Defilers! They shall all drown in the lakes of blood. Now they will know why they are afraid of the dark. Now they will learn why they fear the night.

12-05-2003, 03:41 PM	#6
Minkus Guest Posts: n/a	OOC - St. Johnson Ahh, the fair. What a place for money-making... A small figure in as plain-looking a cloak imaginable hopped down from it's vantage point atop a rain barrel collecting water from a tavern's (ooc: gasp it's a bar!) gutter. The lowered hood showed a young face, with tousled brown hair and almond eyes. The casual passerby would easily dismiss this baby-faced creature for a street urchin or a peasant boy who's lost his way, or his mommy. The more astute observer would notice that he's more streamlined than a child, since there seems to be no straces of babyfat. He slowly wandered about with the milling people, no particular destination in mind, just taking it all in... It would be much more fun if he didn't have to slide every which way to avoid clumsy oafs, drunken slobs, and plain-ol' inconsiderate idiots. All of the overgrown morons had stopped caring about the needs of tohers, apparently, and he had to fend for himself, as usual. In a city full of churches, you'd think there'd be more people caring about more than just pleasure. He heard a tune on the air, and slowly wandered over to find out what kind of musical entertainment was being provided. Noticing it to be a familiar tune, he started whistling aloing with the musician. OOC: cesure if need be

12-05-2003, 10:08 PM	#8
Thinkmeat Guest Posts: n/a	OOC: " Ashnak's grip tightened on the bag with the crystal in his pocket, I'll make sure that this crystal gets sealed for eternity" ? Looks like SOMEONE got a starter quest lead from the DM. Also, I edited my thread above--me intro and a good character primer is up there.

12-05-2003, 10:19 PM	#9
Dante Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Crushing the weak beneath the iron jackboots of tyranny Posts: 7,703	OOC: The DM never gives me any starter quest leads... sulks