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 Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:55 pm
Welcome to the actual play thread for the Fallen Statue Campaign by Bigmageusa. Welcome indeed.
The setup is currently free form. Please do not post again and again one after another to get ahead of others.
Guidelines:
-The three day rule applies: if you are absent for more than three full days, your character can be 'moved' for plot forwarding reasons. This is to prevent stagnation.
-Characters cannot switch mid campaign
-Bolts of God happen (don't make them strike here please)
-Remember, the Exp system is different with me, just remember that you will gain levels and get bonus exp too. Bonus exp can be spent on either magics, magic items, prevention of level drain, minor bonuses, or level gains. The extra exp is a reward, not a goal.
-Evil is allowed and deaths can happen (not likely though)
-Please address all insultsto me directly to me (not a joke). I would rather hear and deal with it then be hurt from behind.
-I am glad you read the rules. To make sure, try to post an emote in double brackets or parenthasies '('
Over all, I want this to work too, so please don't murder me verbally or mentally.
Are we ready then?
Let us begin:
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:57 pm
From before: BigmageUSA 2) It All Begins It all begins, some say, with a moment of triumph. Some say, it all begins when a character learns their flaw. Others say it begins when the first tale is spun. This one begins as a humble saga of great length. Forty years before the sundering, a small city-state was bidding for power amoung a mass of other flailing nations. This place was not as powerful as most any other large country, as it had only a single town, Argum, in It's possession. It had dreams of another nature though. Its leader, Ekard Thgilb, decided on a risky move. It attacked its sister city to the north. After a seige of only four days, the city gave in. The now doubled nation had tasted its first drop of power and it wanted more. The society shifted to a more milaristic goal of becoming a powerful nation. Normally, this was not an event for concern. After all, war was common. But this was no ordinary battlefeild advantage. The warriors of Argum won battle after battle, though severely outnumbered, even twenty to one. Something was amiss. The once glorious white banners of the free thinking kingdoms, including Argum itself, faded to a tarnished grey. A high court lead by Ekard himself saw over the cruel punishments provided by the law. Then simply one day, the nation vanished. The upstart nation vanished leaving only an open wilderness of ruins that seemed to have been existing for hundreds of years. Not a soul would enter that wilderness. Soon though, lost travelers brought rumors of gold and vast powerful artifacts. These brought brigands, theives, looters, adventurers and more from miles around to this one small town, Vienum. With this influx came guilds, religious orders, and more seeking to control this new area. Many a tale started in this town. Many a tale like this one.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 1:20 pm
The town of Vienum sprawls across a small parcel of land dividing the forgotten forests from the average land. The swelling town contains few notable shops, have the standard general store, smithy, churches, stableyard, and three inns named "The Dragon," "The Roosters' Crie," and "Fare Rest." The town might have seemed normal other than a few small details. The graveyard was behind the churches, seeming to constantly churn up earth for another grave. A antique shop was open for trade as small wagonloads of these goods departed daily. The next most notable trait was a single bridge leading to the woods with the look as though tracks lead more often out than in. Lastly, the most obvious trait, was that the outter walls had become a shack villiage of its own. Small huts filled the feilds outside as squatters had entered in droves for their chance at gold, power, and fortune. Others looked to this place as a last haven for the dishonest man. In this very town began somehing to change fates.
Narsyssa and Alyssa seemed to have been hoodwinked into attending a short feuneral for some sort of individual who did not have much fortune, judging by the shoddy quality and dimunitive size of the coffin. As the last rights are given and the small table opened up for the eminent foods, one can notice that the graveyard seems a conglomeration of all deities, the pantheon, dark deities, and even some who deny the existance of the gods. The midday sun has cas only light illumination on this cloudy day. Guy is in the aethiest section of the graveyard. The last metal thuds clatter on the coffin as the gravediggers begin shoveling dirt over the small hole. The food is as availible as the door to the crowd diverted into attending the feuneral. On the other side of the graveyard, a man steps up to a podeum, a tiny crowd already gathering. And thus it begins...
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Narsyssa rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 8:08 am
unable to see what is going on, Narsyssa listens to what is happing. Ever alert to the sounds of danger. She feels her way around to a tomb stone to sit, so she might re-adjust the bandages covering her eyes.
((Roll for listen: 7+4=11))
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Sykle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:55 am
" 'So she was considering in her own mind wheather the pleasure of making a daisy chaing would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies...'
My the graves certainly are busy today..." thinks Guy, looking up from his book as he notices the grave-goers and gathering crowds are suddenly becoming quite bothersome.
Seeing the man with the podeum, he quite nearly disappears behind a grave, perhaps to stow his newest treasure.
"I wonder if perhaps this man has somthing interesting..." he thinks, as he almost dances across several tombstones, before stopping as far from the edge of the crowd as possible while still in earshot of the man
"Perhaps a Man of the Cloth?"
((spot the man for signs of Religiousness:18 +1=19))
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 6:12 pm
( after the service, and making a short prayer quietly over the departed respectfully, Alyssa walks over to the priest and asks to speak with him personally, wanting to inquire over the inquire how the individual passed, and if it was a 'natural' death )
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:09 pm
Narsyssa unable to see what is going on, Narsyssa listens to what is happing. Ever alert to the sounds of danger. She feels her way around to a tomb stone to sit, so she might re-adjust the bandages covering her eyes. ((Roll for listen: 7+4=11)) Finding one of the many tombstones in the yard and listening to a crowd milling about with chatter muffled by food, no danger seems apparent. The crowds are begining to talk further into the distance, departing with food from the sounds. The feeling of rain are absent from the air. Another man is speaking in this distance.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 6:40 pm
Sykle " 'So she was considering in her own mind wheather the pleasure of making a daisy chaing would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies...'
My the graves certainly are busy today..." thinks Guy, looking up from his book as he notices the grave-goers and gathering crowds are suddenly becoming quite bothersome. Seeing the man with the podeum, he quite nearly disappears behind a grave, perhaps to stow his newest treasure. "I wonder if perhaps this man has somthing interesting..." he thinks, as he almost dances across several tombstones, before stopping as far from the edge of the crowd as possible while still in earshot of the man "Perhaps a Man of the Cloth?" ((spot the man for signs of Religiousness:18 +1=19)) ((Is he thinking out loud? The quotes are confusing me if not...)) The speaker is most definately religious as you catch a wiff of something about the apocolypse approaching and judgement arriving soon. He seems to flail his arms alot and looks as pale as a corpse, but not as stiff looking. He holds a pair of swords as either a religious symbol or coat of arms. As far as you can tell, it might be of some of the warring gods or a random lesser deity. He continues to speak to the crowd as it gathers. druid_spirit_invoker ( after the service, and making a short prayer quietly over the departed respectfully, Alyssa walks over to the priest and asks to speak with him personally, wanting to inquire over the inquire how the individual passed, and if it was a 'natural' death ) The preist seems to be strangely of the god of travel ((I cannot spell his name properly)) and takes up a thoughtful tone. "Yes fellow traveller?" He listens intently to her question as one might a decent song at an inn. Regaining eye contact, he smiles. "He may have, yes, died peacefully. And, yes traveller, it was either natural or almost so, but it was not less in violence. The poor follower of gold died by some manner of being before he was found by fellows of the paths and returned for travel on the great roads." He reflects on his statements breifly, the seems to have a questioning look to whether he can move on, not a demanding stare, but a casual look as though he wants to return to hearing a bard's tale.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 8:29 pm
"Well....you all have my empathy for your loss, and your words...you're a bard? well, assuming you are, its rare to see a Bard take up on priesthood, well, I congradulate your chosen path, I am afraid to say faith is a bleak thing to find in most individuals anymore"
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 8:51 pm
(( I wasn't sure if there was any particular way to express (inner) thoughts, so I decided to use Italics and quotations, if you want us to use a specific kind just let us know))
Realizing his stomach is quite vehemently protesting his lack of attention to the free food, he slowly makes his way toward the food stand hoping, taking extra care not to let the creepy, pale, priestly man notice him.
Along the way he begins to wonder about the condition of the body...
"Maybe it's worth it to ask the...pale...man about the quality of the body... As soon as I'm done with curing what ails my abdomen..."
(( takes 10 on move silently 10+8=18 ))
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druid_spirit_invoker rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 6:33 am
Sykle (( I wasn't sure if there was any particular way to express (inner) thoughts, so I decided to use Italics and quotations, if you want us to use a specific kind just let us know)) Realizing his stomach is quite vehemently protesting his lack of attention to the free food, he slowly makes his way toward the food stand hoping, taking extra care not to let the creepy, pale, priestly man notice him. Along the way he begins to wonder about the condition of the body... " Maybe it's worth it to ask the...pale...man about the quality of the body... As soon as I'm done with curing what ails my abdomen..." (( takes 10 on move silently 10+8=18 )) (listen check vs the move silent +0 )
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 6:36 am
BigmageUSA Sykle " 'So she was considering in her own mind wheather the pleasure of making a daisy chaing would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies...'
My the graves certainly are busy today..." thinks Guy, looking up from his book as he notices the grave-goers and gathering crowds are suddenly becoming quite bothersome. Seeing the man with the podeum, he quite nearly disappears behind a grave, perhaps to stow his newest treasure. "I wonder if perhaps this man has somthing interesting..." he thinks, as he almost dances across several tombstones, before stopping as far from the edge of the crowd as possible while still in earshot of the man "Perhaps a Man of the Cloth?" ((spot the man for signs of Religiousness:18 +1=19)) ((Is he thinking out loud? The quotes are confusing me if not...)) The speaker is most definately religious as you catch a wiff of something about the apocolypse approaching and judgement arriving soon. He seems to flail his arms alot and looks as pale as a corpse, but not as stiff looking. He holds a pair of swords as either a religious symbol or coat of arms. As far as you can tell, it might be of some of the warring gods or a random lesser deity. He continues to speak to the crowd as it gathers. druid_spirit_invoker ( after the service, and making a short prayer quietly over the departed respectfully, Alyssa walks over to the priest and asks to speak with him personally, wanting to inquire over the inquire how the individual passed, and if it was a 'natural' death ) The preist seems to be strangely of the god of travel ((I cannot spell his name properly)) and takes up a thoughtful tone. "Yes fellow traveller?" He listens intently to her question as one might a decent song at an inn. Regaining eye contact, he smiles. "He may have, yes, died peacefully. And, yes traveller, it was either natural or almost so, but it was not less in violence. The poor follower of gold died by some manner of being before he was found by fellows of the paths and returned for travel on the great roads." He reflects on his statements breifly, the seems to have a questioning look to whether he can move on, not a demanding stare, but a casual look as though he wants to return to hearing a bard's tale. continues asking "Do you know which way these travellers are headed, maybe I can find out more"
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 12:01 pm
druid_spirit_invoker "Well....you all have my empathy for your loss, and your words...you're a bard? well, assuming you are, its rare to see a Bard take up on priesthood, well, I congradulate your chosen path, I am afraid to say faith is a bleak thing to find in most individuals anymore" "My loss? Other than a few rolls and other already consumed foods we lost when we found the body, we had no loss. I am afraid he chose the wrong path. As for my vocation, anyone who might weave a tale for me as enchanting as a bard would be welcome to wander and follow Him, but I am merely His servant ((a cleric)). Too few tread a selected path. Too many flock here. For some it is too late. The wonderlust is in their blood, but not for travel. I must say it is good times for the Travellers here. We always can find someone looking for His blessing." druid_spirit_invoker continues asking "Do you know which way these travellers are headed, maybe I can find out more""The wonderlust? They travel for greed. A select few travel for knowledge. Even fewer travel to end all this. The journeys all collide in this one place. The papers sometimes publish up to ten deaths and twelve more dissappearances each day. They are headed, as you well know, for the woods, to seek what trails may lead to glory. Most hike only to their demise." He looks over the graveyard somberly. The fresh turned earth cover most graves. He again waits an indication to leave.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 12:15 pm
Guy moves along unnoticed with ample cover from the gravestones, most quite large to begin with. The crowds are thinning even around the borders of the graveyard as most sizable portions of the food was gone. A salad with the plaque 'vegitable delights' seems untouched though, along with several scattered peices of bread. Others are found only in peices across the table, still clean but no longer as nice to look upon.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 3:50 pm
"do you know of a place I can stay, I would much rather travel by daylight than dusk to night, besides, I can get the rest I need, and see better ub daylight, then I will begin my quest. Also, I need to pray and stop by a Temple before leaving so that my God may grant me a save journey"
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