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Re: The World of Azmodal
« Reply #60 on: September 14, 2016, 11:32:23 pm »
((assuming there's a town next to what I'm assuming is some kind of prison you were being taken to.))
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"Go home." Pace told the girl after they had lost the pursuit "I don't know what brought the Kestrels men so far from Basilton Fort or what you have to do with it. Whatever that brigand has planned, I want none of it." Pace was familiar with the man who called himself "Kestrel" and his band of "law keepers." They were little more than highwaymen and bandits operating out of the ruins of an old dwarven fortress. The lot of them had been sanctioned as law keepers either by mistake or by the liberal greasing of some court officials palms, making their robberies legal in the eyes of the law. At least Pace knew where he was now. "I can't hide you, and it's best you not travel with me either. Go home." The girl, no more than eleven, shook her head. "I can't! I have to find help for grandfather! Those men just tried to capture me, but you..." Pace definetely didn't want to be involved in that either. The elderly had death all over them. Even the fittest of them had that fell aura about them, spirits clinging to them like vigorous lovers. The girl grabbed him by the sleeve. "Please. Those other men weren't going to help." she was close to tears now, Pace couldn't stand that. "Get off of me! I already have enough hangers on as it stands." She didn't let go. "Please..." He stopped walking and stared at the sky. Finally, he let out a long sigh and said "Fine. Just don't hang on me."

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Re: The World of Azmodal
« Reply #61 on: September 15, 2016, 04:46:47 am »
Name: High Lord Aldwin Willahelm of Asuga
Age: 31
Race: Human
Job: Acting High Lord of Asuga
Skills: [Melee Combat] [Crossbows] [Orating] [Intimidation] [Music]
History
Acting High Lord of Asuga, a small, wealthy kingdom bordering the Highland Dwarves. It is a long, narrow land dominated by enormous mountains and rivers, known for its furtive, melancholy people and their ruthless lords and ladies. Asuga is composed of countless noble houses of very little power on their own, united for the purpose of coin and sovereignty over others.

Lord Aldwin's dynasty came into power a few generations ago, after the acting High Lord (and his immediate family) was slain in a war with the elves of the Chosen Kingdom. Lord Aldwin himself has had an uneventful reign, biding his wealth and his time for the opportunity to do something truly great. Asuga's huge monopoly on precious metals, porcelain, and olive oil, along with some other luxury products to a lesser degree, assures that the Houses are almost always unbelievably wealthy. This is both a gift and a curse, thanks to the melancholic, bored disposition of most Asugans. All that wealth, and they sit there in their mountain halls and stagnate, throwing half-hearted balls and feasts in an attempt to show off their wealth.

Asuga is on good terms with the other human kingdoms and the Dwarves, though they're often overlooked as anything but traders in the eyes of the larger kingdoms. They're a bit grating with elves, thanks to racial tension a few generations past, but they've been getting along fine in recent years.

Clothes: A well-made green robe of fine silks under a black bearskin cloak is the usual attire of High Lord Aldwin, with boots of goatskin, simple geometric jewelry of black stone, and the simple platinum crown of Asuga rounding the outfit out.
Armor: In battle, Lord Aldwin dons a coat of plates; a thick black leather garment with overlapping steel plates riveted together and sewn within, in conjunction with a protective steel close helmet.
Weapons: Lord Aldwin has familiarized himself with most weapons currently existing, as most Asugan lords do, owing to their copious amounts of free time. However, he favors the broadsword and kite shield, often using a top-trigger latchet crossbow in conjunction with this. He's proficient with polearms, two-handed swords, knives and daggers, and more elegant thrusting swords, should he ever use these.
Other Items: Any available to the young ruler of an entire kingdom, though he does have a personal kit violin and portative organ, commonly making use of these instruments, along with others, in the celebrations he holds in his mountain halls. Lord Aldwin is an avid musician and dabbling singer and poet.


A rather shitty sheet. I'll write more on Asuga tomorrow. Basically, they're insanely rich, nearly emotionless, and normally half-insane noblemen and women with a penchant for being eerily calm one minute and erupting into mad joy, psychotic rage, or deep depression the next. They live in mountain halls and fortresses, like the Dwarves of DF, but are far less industrious. Their forts and castles are enormous, with a penchant for massive, dim, eerie rooms where you can scarcely see the ceiling, or the walls from one end to the other. They hold grand feasts and masquerade parties in these castles in both an attempt to feel positive emotions and to show off their limitless wealth to visitors.

And they may or may not worship dark gods that live below the crust of the earth. Working on it.
Area Record 1782:
Date: 08/29/██

Event: An elderly human feeding itself to a group of kakapo. Did not express pain, appeared ambivalent.

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Re: The World of Azmodal
« Reply #62 on: September 15, 2016, 01:04:56 pm »
The King wasted precious milliseconds waiting for Slade to command his men, before realizing this was no time to test the young Dwarf's leadership abilities and leaping into action himself. Ancestors save us few who are about to put your works into motion. Running from a beast such as the ones he had asked his army and his allies to face was not a thought that even entered his mind - to Haralus, there was but one course of action to follow.

Feeling his adrenaline beginning to surge, he barked out a rapid-fire string of commands to the 30 or 40 soldiers that made up his personal guard. "Hold fast, Dwarves. Spears to the front - keep the beast at bay the best you can, and we'll let the fire do it's work. Archers, take aim at the head, loose a volley, then fire at will - the mage's flame is strong and may have weakened the chitin. The rest of you, if the spears can hold it, go for those forelegs. If it seems like it will get through, flank and go for the other limbs. These monsters are not Gods, and they can't fight in all directions at once. Be cautious and we'll bleed it out if we need to." He sincerely hoped this last statement was true - he'd faced worse situations, as had many of the Dwarves in his guard, their number consisting of some of the best and most experienced warriors in the realm, but this monster was certainly every bit as terrifying as the foes there had been.

His men moved into position almost mechanically, having been drilled and trained for exactly this sort of fighting in the weeks leading up to the assault. There was a sharp SNAP followed by the whistling of crossbow bolts flying towards their target. For his part, the King withdrew the fire-thrower Borrin had gifted him, and took a steady aim at the beast's gaping maw. He pulled the trigger. KABOOM
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Re: The World of Azmodal
« Reply #63 on: September 15, 2016, 11:14:39 pm »
Pace
((well since your thinking about where you want this to go, and nothing really needs my attention to update for you at the moment since you're taking care of running the child character I'll update when needed))

Aldwin
((sheet is good, so if you don't have any alterations you'd like to make feel free to make an opening post))

Haralus
The running dwarves caught the fact that you weren't going to run and made it over to your group before taking positions beside your men. Haralus recognized Sam, Durrin's third oldest child, as well as Frost, Edward, and the twins Duergan and Cael however the eldest was missing, though the Eldest's second stood among the living with his weapon at the ready.

The arrows stuck into it's armored hide and it shook it's head briefly before Haralus fired. The shot flew through the air at incredible speeds before plowing through it's open mouth and somewhere inside it's head. As the flames cleared Haralus saw blood under the skin of it's head as it screamed and began running at your formation, though Haralus could see it's step faltering as more bloody patchs formed on it's skull.

It took swipes at your men as it neared but the men seeing it stumbling and dying in front of them either dodged or just outright blocked it's attacks and waited. Soon enough it fell to the ground and the Dwarves moved in to finish the beast off, finding a small gap in it's armor that they forced open enough that they opened a large wound in it's neck and then moved to await Haralus' command.

The sons of Durrin all looked to each other before they all turned and waited for Haralus to berate them for entering the catacombs without permission. In the mean time Slade started barking orders to the men and they began preparing in case another beast came.

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Re: The World of Azmodal
« Reply #64 on: September 15, 2016, 11:42:12 pm »
Haralus stood firm, watching the results of his shot, and his men rushing forward to finish off the beast. After several seconds, he realized his mouth was slightly agape. No one else appeared to have noticed, and while he was sure they were equally as stunned as he at the small weapon's effect, they were well trained enough to not dwell on it until the creature was dropped into the dust on the tunnel's floor. Slade's commands to the soldiers completed the King's return to the present, and he turned to face the youth.

Lucky fools. Durrin will be pleased, at least when he is finished whipping some sense into them. Trusting in Slade to make sure the guards were positioned, he let out a patronizing sigh. "What. Were. You. Thinking." Without giving them a moment to reply, he continued, "I will deal with your foolishness later, but I am certain whatever consequence I could devise for you will pale in comparison with what your father will decide opon. Return to the camp immediately. It is further down the passage we just emerged from, follow the flow of air if you have doubts." As the sons of Durrin turned to go, the King reached out and seized the arm of the eldest's Second. He gestured for him to wait, and began reloading his fire-thrower as he spoke.

"Not you. You, I require services from. These other boys were mere fools, but it was your duty as Burrin's Second to dissuade him from this dangerous course of action. Your failure disappoints me. It is not my place to reprimand you for this - his father will decide your punishment, as with his sons, but I feel confident in saying that the seriousness of this may well be tied to Burrin's fate. I have given my word that none shall be left in the Catacombs, living or dead, and I would have you accompany us to discover his whereabouts."

The King finished loading the weapon, and placed it back on his belt, this time at the front, where it could quickly be accessed if needed. "The choice is yours, Second. Accompany us with honor, or merely convey what you know, and return to the others as a coward and a failure."
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Re: The World of Azmodal
« Reply #65 on: September 17, 2016, 04:43:59 pm »
Burrin's second stared at Haralus as if he had struck him. After a second he spoke "My duty was to my liege, yes. I did my duty, I tried to talk him out of this foolishness, and when he refused to listen I followed him. I fought beside him and would have died with him if he had not given me one final order."

The Dwarf pulled out a sealed letter with Burrin's signet marking on the seal as he continued "He charged me with delivering this to his father. I will accompany you, but how dare you accuse me of failing my duty to Burrin."

He turned and started down the tunnels saying "Now, we came from this direction."

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Re: The World of Azmodal
« Reply #66 on: September 19, 2016, 02:23:56 pm »
"Duty, my friend, is more than blindly following. Your duty was to protect the life and interests of Burrin, not to simply accompany him to his death. Simply surrendering to his will was your failing." Haralus sighed again. "But we have not sufficient time to discuss these matters." The King motioned his guard together, and turned to Slade. "Send one of our number back to the camp, and have them come and fetch the remains of this beast. Dissecting it for study could benefit us. The rest of us are moving out - follow the lad out front."
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Re: The World of Azmodal
« Reply #67 on: September 19, 2016, 10:10:19 pm »
Slade sent one of the men to do as Haralus requested and then your men began moving. For a long time all was quiet as you moved through the tunnels and turned many corners. The men were refilling their lanterns as you continued, and faintly you heard something ahead.

Picking up the pace your men followed Burrin's second as he rushed forward. Soon Haralus could make out shouting and saw the Second draw his axe. Soon Haralus saw what had made the Second hurry forward as he spotted Burrin bury the head of his axe into a small beast before ripping it out and swatting another out of the air like a fly. Your men charged forward to aid Burrin as he yelled "I SHALL NOT DIE! NOT HERE AND NOT BY YOUR CLAWS!"

For a short moment Haralus saw the ghosts of the ancestors of Ironhold standing beside Burrin. One of them turned his gaze to Haralus before they all disappeared again and Haralus' men slammed into the group of the small beasts and began tearing through them. It was not long before they were all dead.

Haralus saw Burrin, who was bleeding from several small wounds and his armor was heavily damaged, walk over to what looked like a raised stone table on top of which he could see a pair of old yet pristine hand axes along with some throwing axes. However long they had been here it did not appear to have affected their condition. His second rushed to his side and the two exchanged a few short whispers before Burrin looked up at Haralus, waiting.

(( no one died in combat, the rolls were high enough that I let Haralus' men take care of it.))

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« Reply #68 on: September 19, 2016, 10:53:01 pm »
Haralus was stunned - not just by the manifestation of the image of the Ancestors, but by the powerful wave of energy that washed over him as they dissipated. His body was left tingling - there was magic nearby, and something powerful at that. Fortunately, Slade appeared to have been more mentally equipped during this encounter than the last, and he and the rest of the guard had dispatched the beasts assailing the first son of Durrin. By the time the King had regained his senses, the fight was done.

Still abuzz from the magical force, he walked over to Slade, and put a hand on his shoulder. "You fought well. Erect a perimeter around this location, and prepare a five man escort to return Burrin and his Second to the camp. Instruct them to have one of our more skilled diviners sent here - they should already be present in the tunnels as per my previous orders." At least now when he brags of his combats after too much ale, there will be some truth to it.

He then walked to Burrin. "Surely you know the tongue lashing you deserve, but this is not the time for it. Your Second did well - without him, you would have been lost to these tunnels." Having the Ancestors answer our prayers did not hurt either, I'm sure. "Return to your father at our camp. You will inform him that your Second has already met his punishment at the hands of the King, and that he shall wish him no harm." The King shot a subtle, knowing glance to the Second. "It would appear by your whispers that you have something to say - out with it, son of Durrin. I have not the patience for any quiet words today."
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Re: The World of Azmodal
« Reply #69 on: September 20, 2016, 11:38:15 pm »
Burrin picked up one of the axes and turned it in his hand until he found what he had been looking for. He then showed the distinctive markings that showed it was made by the Dwarven smiths of the Ironhold family, though the markings are extraordinarily old by the looks of them. Burrin set the weapon back down and said "I know what I did was...wrong. My hubris got the better of me and..." He cast a short glance at Slade before looking back at Haralus "...some individuals encouraged this folly. For that I apologize. Now as for what I was talking to my second about, these were made by smiths in the service of family long before my time, but no family records have ever mentioned my family ever coming down into these ancestor forsaken catacombs."

Burrin straightened as he prepared himself for the trip to go face his father, and it was obvious he was also mentally preparing as well. "Now I will go unless you have further need of me your Highness, and again I apologize. I deserve whatever punishment awaits me."

((Unless you have further questions for him he'll just head back and you can go about whatever it is you want to do.))

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Re: The World of Azmodal
« Reply #70 on: September 22, 2016, 02:47:19 pm »
Haralus reached out and lifted one of the axes. A slight tingle ran up his arm. Certainly magical, but not powerful enough to be the cause of whatever that was I felt when we entered. He set it back down, and turned to Burrin.

"I require nothing else from you. Return to camp. There is magic about - I have summoned the mages to investigate it, but until they can complete this task, your ancestor's axes will remain here. I will see to it that they find their way to your family once they are fully understood."

The King waved them on and turned to inspect the chamber, but had a second thought and grabbed Burrin's second by the arm. "Did you notice anything unusual when you rounded the corner and came opon this room?"
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« Reply #71 on: September 22, 2016, 11:41:40 pm »
Burrin's second looked at Haralus and said "Yes, though what it was I'm not sure. Whatever it was...I don't know but I do know that I felt the need to rush to Burrin's aid."

Your men guided them away as Slade made sure the perimeter was secure. Some time later the dwarves sent with Burrin and his second returned with a dwarven diviner and four mages, two dwarven mages and two Imperial mages. One of the Dwarven mages wore the robes of a graduated mage with the markings designating himself as a first year assistant to the head of the college, while the other, whom Haralus recognized as Garik, wore the robes granted to High Mages that ensure the students are taught properly.

The two Imperial mages both wore dark green cloth uniforms that lacked any of the 'excessivness' of typical mage robes, instead being cloth shirts and pants coming down to heavy duty boots which had some form of metal plating on them over the toes, they also wore dark cloth full head masks and goggles with dark lenses. Garik, the diviner, and one of the Imperial mages walked over to Haralus as the other mages walked over to the corpse of one of the creatures.

The diviner bows his head to Haralus before saying "You requested my presence? I presume for whatever magical aura is emanating in this area?"

((For the imperial mage's head gear think somewhat loose mouthless balacavla's (however the fuck you spell that) with goggles over the eyes))

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« Reply #72 on: September 24, 2016, 12:17:02 am »
The King nodded at the mage. "You presume correctly, Garik. There is a powerful force here, as well as some artifacts on the table who's presence seems difficult to explain." He pointed to the axes. "I would like to examine the origins of this force, as it could be of obvious aide to us in dealing with the beasts we've encountered." Haralus looked at the Imperial mage. "Time is short and I'd ask that you attempt to move quickly in this - the men will need to make camp for the evening soon, and I would greatly prefer it if I could have some information to provide to the other commanders at our next meeting." As the other mages began their work, the King motioned for Garik to speak to him a short distance away.

"I do not wish to share such a closed, Dwarven matter with all those assembled, but I require your opinions." He paused, unsure how to describe the vision that had been granted to him. "When we entered the chamber, Burrin Ironhold was facing down several of the smaller monsters such as those we saw when we unsealed the shaft. Directly before my guard moved to his assistance, I saw the image of his Ancestors fighting beside him. The others did not see this, but may have felt compelled to act by the force they projected. I know not what to make of this, Garik."
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« Reply #73 on: September 24, 2016, 01:29:56 am »
The girl, who had introduced herself as "Llana," lead Pace through the woods to a shaded grove of old oak growth. There among the wide open spaces between the aged trees stood a small cabin with an inviting warm glow beaming through the windows in the evening darkness of the grove. Dimly, Pace could see another small building further back in the woods. A barn perhaps? "Hold on a second." Said Llana, motioning him to stay on the cabins porch while she went inside. Pace looked about nervously as he realized something. For once, the dead had let him be for quiet awhile. He half expected to see something stagger out of the woods or appear before him at any moment, but nothing did and all was silence. "How odd." He said under his breath. He was startled from his rumination by the girl "Come on in Mr. Pace. Grandfather wants to meet you. Please don't wake grandmother."

The inside of the cabin was much as Pace had expected it, warm and comfortable. It reminded him strongly of his home before that day bandits had grabbed him on his way to learn a trade. It made his heart ache at the loss a little. The cabin was well furnished, less a cabin and more a steady home. Two side rooms, Pace assumed them to be bedrooms, and the one large room. Half of the room was taken up by kitchen while the other half was a general living area with a fireplace. The cabin was a work of hard labor and love. Pace was brought out of his revery by the elderly man seated before the fire. By all appearances he was simply a particularly fit, if a bit aged, man. He looked as if he had spent many long years in these woods hunting and trading what he managed to bag for a living. His arms were thin, but Pace could see the strength that must be hidden beneath those lax limbs. It was his shadow that brought Pace to a halt though. The old man turned his head in Paces direction, and his eyes widened. "you too huh?" he asked. Pace nodded. He had seen and heard many of the dead, but never anything like what had taken the place of this mans shadow. "I'm called Erkka. Please have a seat."

Pace sat opposite Erkka, "Howed you get yours?" Erkka asked. Pace didn't answer, he didn't know what the man was talking about and Erkka could tell. "Your shadow boy, don't tell me you can't see it? How did you get your curse?" Pace looked at his shadow, but could see nothing unusual. "There's nothing wrong with my shadow." Erkka shook his head, "Aya, you can't see it. Yer cursed boy. It shows in the shadow. But I guess you can't see yer own." There came a long expectant pause where the only sound was the ticking of the cabin and the crackle of the fire. Llana had gone out to the barn after bringing him in. Presumably to fetch more wood for the fire. Erkka broke the silence, "I accidentally injured a woman during a hunt. Poor lady. Her husband, or maybe t'was her brother, demanded I pay them, but they didn't want gold or silver. They wanted my right hand. I didn't see how it was a fair exchange and refused. Who wouldn't? A hand is not a fair trade for an arrow in the arm, easily treated. So they put a curse on me."

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Re: The World of Azmodal
« Reply #74 on: September 24, 2016, 04:33:43 pm »
Haralus
Garik looked over at the two mages inspecting the weapons as he said "In truth I don't know either your Highness. I've read tales of warriors being graced with the blessing of the ancestors but never outright seeing them...except for one tale now that I think of it. But the records we have of it are lacking in detail and some possibly falsified information. I however do believe you, and from what the Diviner was muttering to himself as we got close there is something powerful near here."

The two of you looked over to see the two mages dissecting the creatures stand. The Dwarven mage backed away and appeared disgusted as the Imperial stood holding a long, slime covered piece of flesh. The Imperial looked over at the dwarf for a moment before shaking his head and saying "Go puke, better to empty your stomach now then when we're shoulder deep in one of the big ones."

Garik muttered to himself "Ancestors some of these Imperials are disturbed."

The diviner walked over and said "The weapons themselves are magic to an extent, but not this strong aura. Though I believe that aura is coming from something through one of the rock walls over there..." He motioned to the wall near the stone table "...and I will need men to mine through it."

Pace
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