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NEVERWINTER NEWS
Issue # 90
Week Ending 7-8-95
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Congratulations to UDL Diablo for winning last week's News of the Realm
contest.
UDL Diablo has earned choice of 4 Pearls or Access to the GOH (Guild of
Heroes) WTG!
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: ***July Trivia***
Date: 95-07-08 05:12:41 EDT
From: NW Strahd
Posted on: America Online
: ***July Trivia***
Please join NW Baldor and NW Strahd for a night of fun and prizes, while we
test your knowledge of Neverwinter Nights Trivia! :)
Date: Tuesday, July 11, 1995
Time: From 10:00 PM to 11:30 PM EDT
Place: The Great Hall
And those prizes to be awarded to the Winners:*
First Place - 4 FREE hours and 25 Pearls
Second Place - 3 FREE hours and 20 Pearls
Third Place - 2 FREE hours and 15 Pearls
(*all winners will recieve GOH access if they don't have it already)
Hope to see you there! :)
NW Strahd and NW Baldor
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*** DWARF-ONLY MINI-EVENT ***
The Dwarves had their chance at a Dwarf-only Minor Gauntlet Mini-Event with
NWA Skye.
Survive a Charm Person, Poison, and Hold Monster, cast by myself, to win 2
pearls :D
UNCLEAUGST
BOFOR MORN
BERNAISE1
All survived :D
In order to fill some empty slots, the mini-event was later opened up to
Theives of any race ... and they did try to sneak away with a few extra
pearls ;> But only the Dwarves were successful.
And, those few non-dwarf and non-theives patient enough to hang around
received some charity on my part... I let them try to withstand my charming,
poison-kiss, hug ;>
TAMMINY
SIR DORVAN
Those lucky two win pearls as well :)
Thanks all for your company :)
NWA Skye
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The July 5th winner was Lordterekj who found "clean rooms. no dirty feet"
The July 9th winner is roehl who found the man named Haljal.
NW Kel
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NEVERWINTER CALENDAR
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Be on the look out for those Mini Booths that seem to pop up out of nowhere!
Can you be at the right place at the right time when the NW calls for a
location?
Keep your eyes and ears open for these events! Watch for the banners!
New Player Tour:
July 10th Monday 10:30 PM ET - Join NWA Ember for a tour of the Realm.
Those interested should keep an eye out for the banner telling where to
meet!;D
New Player Tour
July 12th Wednesday 10:00 PM ET - Join NWA Kyrae for a tour of the Realm.
Those interested should keep an eye out for the banner telling where to
meet!;D
New Player Tour:
July 15th Saturday 02:00 PM ET - Join NWA Jelal for a tour of the Realm.
Those interested should keep an eye out for the banner telling where to
meet!;D
New Player Tour:
July 16th Sunday 4:00 PM ET (Sat night)- Join NWA Shaka for a tour of the
Realm.
Those interested should keep an eye out for the banner telling where to
meet!;
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"A Charmed Life..." Chapter I
By: Dragonflyr and Augustus
(Submitted by Sir Auggie)
In the immense dining hall of Camelot, Dragonflyr and Augustus are finishing
a private meal... All the others have gone to bed... and the happy couple
share an intimate moment as they sip the last traces of chilly mead from the
chalise they share...
Augustus gazes dreamily into the sparkling eyes of his beloved... The same
contented and peaceful gaze which has graced his brow since she first agreed
to wed him... He takes her hand in his and looks down to the diamond ring
upon her finger - the tip of his finger tracing the outline of the large
gem set there...
"My Love... I was thinking... Perhaps we might arrange a bit of a second
honeymoon... Mayhap the islands would do us both a bit of good... You
know, to get away from the crowds here in the city... What think'st
thou...?"
A charming and genuine smile crosses her lips and her eyes twinkle in joy...
"Oh, Auggie ;) That sounds lovely..!!! I've not been there in so very
long, and the time alone with you would surely be enchanting..."
"Ah then.. it is decided.... ;> There is still time this evening for us
to make the trip... Shall we..? In hopes that you'd agree, I've already had
our travelling attire prepared for us... " "Oh yes, beloved
Auggie... let's..!!!"
They depart Camelot and head for the Neverwinter docks... within a few
minutes they sail into a dark sea under the canopy of glistening starlight...
as the ship moves into deeper seas, the air takes on a chilly breeze...
against the railing of the ship they cuddle close and look out to the
horizon... As Augustus' eyes trace the line where sea meets sky, his mind
briefly wanders to the recent rumors he heard from YenLoWang of impending
Pirate raids on the city of Neverwinter... He finds himself searching the
waters before him for ships bearing unsavory minions and thinking of the
impending danger...
Dragonflyr, noticing his distraction, looks up to him... "Oh, Auggie..?"
:::pinch:::
She giggles, "I hope I'm not boring you..." ;> With a start... and a hand
to hers to abate her further playfulness, he chuckles... "Oh.. not at all
MiLove... You know well by now that I have difficulty turning my mind from
the threats to the realms... but that is why we are taking this trip, is it
not..? So that we might enjoy each other for a bit without such
distractions..?" His hand traces the soft skin of her cheek as he gently
brings his lips to hers...
"Mmm... Yes Love... that is _exactly_ why we are here... ;>"
From the bow of the ship a surly cry rings out... "Land Ho...!!!!" and
within moments they have docked upon the island closest to the city....
Auggie and Dragonflyr lift their packs and stride arm-in-arm down the plank
to the shore... As they step upon land, the gravelly voice of the shipmaster
calls down from behind them...
"Har.. ye two sweethearts enjoy yer visit..!! ;> Careful ye don't get
feebed here tho'...!!" He roars a laughter which shakes his emmense belly
so hard that he begins coughing...
Auggie tips his hat to the shipmaster and Dragonflyr flashes the most
disarming of smiles... The shipmaster pauses a moment... Then calls
down... "Oh.. ye two waits a moment... I gots som'thin' ta makes yer visit
a bit mor' pleasin'..." After a moment of turning away, he hurls a bottle
of the ship's finest mead toward Auggie - who deftly catches it.... "Ahh..
Thank ye kindly Milord..!!" This fine bottle shall not go to waste.. ;>"
Auggie nods and grins confidently to the captain... "Har..!! I kin bet it
shur'ly shall..!!!" The captain laughs as he turns away from the railing...
As his laughter fades he can be heard to mutter to his first mate... "Lucky
&%#@*&..."
Spying a small inn which seems a bit neglected but possessing 'character'...
they approach the door and enter.... At the desk, a stooped woman with
greenish skin arises and registers them to a chamber.... ascending the
stairs, they enter the room which is clean but not regal.... ;>
Auggie drops the heavy pack to the floor, but as he does so Dragonflyr turns
to him... placing both hands against his armored chest...
"Oh my dear... this shall surely be a lovely night.... but would you care
to take a stroll and take in some night air before we retire..?" The coy
smile crosses her lips that he never could resist.... so despite his
fatigue... he grins... "Umm.. well... of course MiLove.. that sounds
charming... ;>"
They decide to exit the inn and stroll north.. and despite a few
interruptions by Basilisk and other wild creatures, they happen upon a
dock... Dragonflyr becomes enthusiastic for a boat ride and urges... "Oh,
Auggie.. let's go on the boat... it shall be quite lovely, I'm sure..!!!"
Augustus' brow furrows... "MiLove... Ye have not yet travelled to the outer
islands... It is not altogether pleasant I assure you... ;>"
"Oh.. you silly..." she leans against his chest. "I'm certain nothing in
the realms could put hesitation into the heart of my brave Augustus... Let's
do it.. okay..? ;>"
"Hmm... well, okay MiLove... but we such action shall require caution... I
hope that ye shall follow my guidance..." Augustus places a fistful of coins
in the hand of the master of this small ship and they board.... "Take us
north, good captain... if thee will'st.."
Upon arrival, there is little to see.... they happen upon a captain of
Neverwinter who explains.... "The Krakens have control of much of the
islands... and they have sights on Neverwinter proper.... If ye have the
heart, enter this passage to the west island and defeat the foul minion...."
Dragonflyr's eyes twinkle upon hearing the challenge set before her... but
Augustus once again furrows his brow.... "MiLove, we both know what lies
behind us at the inn.... a second chance to return to what brought us to
wed...."
"Oh, but my dearest..!! How can we turn from this challenge..? Let us
proceed into the passage and make the realms safer for all...." She grabs
his hand and rushes into the dark passage....
Within an instant, they are on the western island.... Auggie wispers....
"Milove, we must exercise the greatest caution here.... evil most foul
resides in this place.... as we open each door, we must prepare to the
utmost to defeat them."
Two Silver Arrows
(Submitted by Lian Storm)
It was near highsun when I saw him by the road. He didn't see me at
first, he was too busy fighting back tears. I can imagine how I looked to
him, in my dirty, patched, travelling cloak and tunic, carrying a magical
sword in a jeweled scabbard. My walking stick was driftwood and my boots were
from two different pairs. My hair was dusty and not well combed and I believe
my ranger's hat has a tendency to bend my ears downward. All in all, I know
few honest people who look more like bandits or scavengers than I.
He was a young moon elf, though I can't recall ever seeing a man look
older. He seemed thin and worn. I didn't miss the daggers in his belt, nor
the dark stains that dotted the hilts. I followed his dejected gaze to a
shallow grave by the roadside. Tears streamed unchecked down his face, which
was so pale it was almost blue. He was sick with grief and my heart burned
for him.
I could think of nothing to say that would not sound shallow next to his
agony, so I squeezed his shoulder and offered him my flask. As a rule, I'm
not drunk often, and never when I travel alone, so the wine was weak at best.
The elf, however, seemed all too willing to lose himself in it and emptied
the flask in two long pulls. He handed it back to me and wiped his lip.
"My thanks, good etriel." He spoke politely as if to some elven lady. I
imagine I blushed briefly, having had few titles higher than "hey you."
"The tears blur your vision my friend," I said, in accented elvish, "I
am only a half-elf. Lianne Storm. I'm a ranger."
"Divon Moonwaters" he said, dipping his head in a bow. He turned sadly
to the
grave. "And Kyana of Sune."
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Kyana was a young, beautiful, Sunite cleric, thirsting for the romance
of the open road. She joined the Company of Silver Arrows after the winter
frost broke. She enchanted the five other members, especially the elf, Divon,
with her shining crimson locks and knowing crooked smile. On some nights when
Selune was full she would dance with him in the woods to a music only the two
of them could hear. Kyana was loyal and true in battle, and brought joy to
her friends for nearly a year.
It was deep winter, on the road to Nesme, when they lost her. She had
taken the graveyard shift, from midnight to three hours before dawn. She
kissed her elven lover and thanked Sune for bringing such joy into her life.
She was so intent on her prayers, that she didn't notice the danger until
dark hands closed around her throat.
Screams of pure terror awoke Divon. He recognized Kyana's voice
immediately. Running ahead of the others, he found her kneeling in a small
grove of trees, screaming uncontrollably to Sune. She was trying, without
success, to heal herself. Even with his night vision, the elf could see no
signs of her assailants, save a broken vial and a small mirror. When he
looked at his love, he knew the source of her anguish. The cleric of love and
beauty stared into the mirror from eyes locked behind a shredded face.
Neither prayers nor magic could heal Kyana's face. The morning found her
hoarse from crying to Sune. She and Divon grimly left the company that day,
heading back east toward Silverymoon for a cure. The ride was hard and
despair had left Kyana weak and frail. Her prayers became empty shells as
dark scabs formed a macabre pattern over her once beautiful face. Divon made
her a veil from an old shirt and together they walked to the temple of
Meilikki.
Though even the high priest tried, no cure came for Kyana's condition.
Tears welled up in her eyes as the old man shook his head. Divon reached out
to comfort her, but she ran from the room.
Kyana coughed in the smoky tavern air. She had come to drown her sorrows
in cheap ale, but found she could barely lift the mug. Instead she fiddled
self-consciously with her veil and listened to tales. Young lovers whispered
in the corners, and drunk sell swords shouted for drinks. Two mercenaries at
the table next to her caught her attention.
"I'm worried, Raja. This last one makes four priests attacked on the
road. Just the priests."
"Why worry, lass? Whoever it is doesn't bother normal people or the
priests at the temple. We didn't want to bring no stinkin' cleric on our
mission anyway. Who needs 'em!"
Kyana saw red. She was not alone and her attacker was still there. She
would find this fiend. She would have revenge!
The next morning found her in the stables prepairing a horse. She hadn't
wakened Divon. She was too scared of what he would think of her. She wasn't
beautiful and loving anymore; she was hideously scarred and bent on blood.
One part of her screamed for her to abandon her quest and go to him, but she
shoved it back as she slid herself into the saddle.
"You would leave without me?" Divon's voice was choked with tears, but
it did not sound surprised.
"I-" she began, but looked away, unable to finish. The elf shut his eyes
to hold back tears.
"Kyana, I love you! I always will," he cried. Kyana looked down at him,
steeling herself against the temptation to fall crying into his arms.
"No," the cleric said coldly. "You loved Kyana of Sune. I am not her.
Not anymore."
"Kyana I-"
"You can't love me Divon!" she bit her lip and then lied "I don't love
you."
Divon looked up at her as if she had just driven a sword through him.
The cleric turned away from him to hide her tears. Standing in the dirt like
a beaten dog, the elf could only manage a weak "I'm coming with you."
"Fine!" she yelled in frustration. His presence made her feel ugly and
unclean, but she knew she could not stop him. "Your horse is in the stall!"
With that she set off at a gallop.
Kyana and Divon said little to each other in the days that followed.
The cleric's sleep was haunted by nightmares and the elf hardly slept at all.
Instead he sat dejectedly and stared at the night. Kyana felt awful for the
pain she had caused him, but she knew she would lose her nerve if she talked
to him.
The remains of their fire from what seemed like an eternity ago were
still there. Kyana tried to sleep but couldn't. She sat up and walked over to
her love.
"Divon... I'm so sorry," she softly said, running her fingers through
his dark hair.
"I've been awful to you.... and no matter what I said....I- I love you." The
elf stared up at her, his eyes wet. Kyana suddenly was painfully aware of the
scars on her face. She turned quickly towards the bushes.
Suddenly, a movement caught her eye. She let out a long hiss, grabbed
her mace and rushed after it. The dazed elf followed. the cleric's prey
wasn't subtle and the trail was easy to follow. She finally caught up to it
in the clearing where Divon had found her that night.
Glaring at her in the moon's shadows was a tall tattooed woman. She was
unwashed and looked as if she'd been starved. Her eyes burned with a feral
fury while in her hand she tightly clutched a bone handled dagger. The
tattoos covering her body were of rotted bodies and plague and on her
forehead was a triangle of tears.
"You!" growled the cleric as she stalked toward the woman.
The woman snarled back. "Talona will prevail. All things will rot! There
is no other end." She lunged at Kyana. "Beauty cannot stop decay. Talona
shall triumph over Sune and all the others. I beat that into you, you little
witch! Why do you think you can't heal yourself? My Lady of Poison prevents
it." Kyana tried to dodge the insane cleric, but both she and Talona's
priestess were on the ground in seconds.
"Kyana!" Divons voice distracted her, allowing the tattooed woman to
plunge the dagger into her shoulder. A warm, drunk sensation overcame Kyana.
Poison! She should have expected no less. The priestess smiled smugly up at
her. Kyana said nothing, but slowly, with grim determination, raised her mace
and slammed it down with all her strength on the woman's face. An emptiness
spread through the cleric as the sickening crack echoed in her brain. She
tried to speak a prayer to Sune, but found the words would not come. As Divon
kneeled beside her she could say nothing. There was no sweet sense of
justice, no peace, no redemption. She put her hand to her face, to feel for
the scars, but it was numb. She stared pleadingly at Divon, and in response
he kissed her. The sweet salty taste of his tears was the last thing she
knew.
Now alone in the clearing he stared down at the scarred face of the
woman he would always love.
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I could say nothing as he finished his story. Words seemed insincere
next to his tears. I don't recall crying, but my face was wet when his voice
ceased. I helped him up and offered him my walking stick. He took it and I
walked beside him down the long dusty road.
Lost in the Wood's
By Keglord
"Blasted Slag's", mumbled Keglord, as he crouched just out of sight, of his
enemies prying eye's.
"You Just be hearing thing's Garlok", chuckled the mage.
"You be right", answered one of the larger but dumber giant's. "Me just
tired."
A few moment's later, one of the Fire Giant's pet's, a hell hound of maximum
size, leaped up from it's rest and began sniffing the air. Keglord's heart
froze when he realized that the hound had began tracking it's way toward's
his location. The young kuldar new that his situation had taken a turn for
the worst, and the idea of taking on eight fire giant's (who's party included
mage's) did not sit well in his stomach.
The hound crept closer and closer.
Idea's raced through Keglord's mind, but it was all he could do to keep from
being over come by panic. He knew he could not outrun the hound, and
attacking it would give the giant's enough time to reach him before he could
flee through the wood's.
An overwhelming sence of failure and lack of accomplishment filled the
dwarf's mind. He new it was not his time to die, not yet anyway. And it was
this dread feeling that made him snap out of it and react.
He quietly loaded an arrow into his strongbow and focused on the hound.
"Jus' a little closer ye blasted houn' ", whispered the kuldar to himself.
"Jus' git's ye outta sigh' o' da giant's".
The hound had cleared the camp and was out of sight of it's master's, who
were too busy indulging themselves on a roast boar to notice the hound's
peculiar behavior.
Keg new he was not the best of archer's (what dwarves are) and the odd's of
him instantly killing the beast were slim. It would probably cry out in
pain, the kuldar thought to himself, and alert it's master's, but a slim
chance is better than none.
Keg held his breath, and pulled back on the bow string. "Well'n 'ere goes
nottin'."
An arrow hit the Hell Hound square through the temple, killing it instantly
without a sound.
The hot was perfect.
Keglord could not have done any better.
He looked at his hand's.
His arrow had never left his bow...............
(To Be Continued)
Dreamscape
A surreal landscape stretches before me
I feel my legs running
But I hardly move
They are after me, I am chasing them
Floating along, lack of control
A glimpse of something in the distance
Or someone?
Things are moving so quickly
Vision is sometimes blurred
I catch bits and pieces
As I try to hang on
And grasp for a conscious thought
An intelligent analysis
Of these stark surroundings
Trying to slow, lack of control
I've been here before
But the place is somehow changed
Coming closer now
I've seen that smile
I know that face
She wouldn't act like this
Out of place
Why am I here again?
I shouldn't be
Time seems warped
Trying to understand...
Trying to focus...
It isn't her, she isn't here
Here doesn't exist.
That's it, finally got it
Gaining control, some control
Direction is slightly changed
My ideas added to the script
That plays itself out
Before the stage darkens
And I see the light.
By Morngrym Verigost
Knight-Commander
Bard of KORT!
"Be careful, mage, before ye choose to travel to other
planes...for they are not like our own. Be careful mage, before
ye choose to sleep...".
Brothers (Conclusion)
(Submitted by DarkWolfMM)
I fell silently to the earth. The tenders blades of grass cousioned my
impact. My heart pumped forth blood from the wound in my chest. The pain
had come and gone, peacefullness replacing it. A certain exceptance, relief.
Like the vision the drowing sailor has as he takes his last breath above sea
level. The very last vision.
But my mind told me at once that if I cared to die I could have done it
myself. Conciousness brought the rebirth of pain. Pain is a enemy, that
let's you know when you're losing, but still alive. And I was alive. I
looked down at my shirt as it darkened. I felt the warmth go down to my
belly.
Again I fought off the vision of death. Pain made you aware aswell. I
cast heal. The warmth ceased spreading and the pain subsided. I took a
breath and stood.
Mercanter stood with a newly shown mace, a few yards from Chris, who held
a mace aswell. I carried pulled out a short sword. Mercanter's head snapped
back at the sound. I moved so he was between me and Chris.
"You're lucky little one," he huffed in between breaths, "but you're
stupied too."
"I'm alive, brother. More than you will be in a minuete."
"Kill your own brother? Never heard of such a thing." He held up the
knife that had pierced my chest, and wiped the blood off. "Fine, I've killed
what now? Six of my family members? Counting old Wedge down there eh?"
I remained unwavered. I'd learned my lession. The fool attacks in
anger, not the paladin, not anymore.
Chris inched closer. "There's no escape Mercanter."
"Shaddup! I'm thinking here okay?"
"Slowly Chris, " I said inching closer, "slowly." He did the same.
Untill he was within reach. I jabbed observingly. Mercanter backed off and
I went with, keeping him between us. I jabbed again, this time hitting his
cloak harmlessly.
He swung at my head. I ducked, and my backhand sweep went wide. Chris
swung too, lower. A snap and I glimpsed Mercanter hobleling back a yard.
Chris smiled, and Mercanter grimaced.
"Can't beat ya can I?" He grunted as he limped back some more, "Well
reckon I'll leave then." And he waved his hand in front of him.
"Not again!" Chris cried as he pitched forward swinging. He connected
with Mercanter's head as he ducked into the dimensional door. I stood
gaping.
The next day was spent buring the dead. Arrow's hold faded and he was
alright. Mine brusies would heal. Wedge would not. Mercanter had slit his
throat. Wedge and I leaned over him as he spoke his final words.
"He's beaten me again....I, he's cursed. Michael, leave him be, don't
you..go near him...I've hunted..him my life. All of it. And...he cursed you
hear...let the past, die...now! All of it,...all of it."
The Card Game
(Submitted by SirExegete)
As he recalled, it was when the two of Knives turned up in his hand for the
sixth time in a row that Sir Exegete of the Forge, Knight of the Round Table
began to suspect that something was not as it should be with the dealer. Exe
looked up through narrowed eyes at the dealer. He looked innocent enough,
but the Dagron always looked innocent, even with his sword in the guts of a
vanquished enemy, so who could tell? Exe immediately discarded cheating as a
possibility. Dagron would never stoop to something so low and dishonorable,
and besides, Exe wasn't about to be the one to bring that subject up with
such a one a Dagron the object of the inquiry. No, it was definitely wise to
stay on Dag's good side. this had been reinforced quite recently in a small
skirmish with several ITB's, handled comfortably by several Knights, Dagron
included in the West Woods, was it just a day ago? But that is another
tale.
Rapping knuckles and the sweet, if impatient voice of the Lady Allsfaire
brought Exe's attention back to the table and the task at hand. Exe looked
around the table at the varying piles of cash. While his own pile was
disappointingly small, Dag's was even smaller, larger than only one other
player, and he was Dag's squire so he didn't really count. No, Dag couldn't
be cheating because he was losing, but then, knowing Dag. . .no, he couldn't
be cheating!
He cast his glance around the table and met each of the other players.
Tuvor, recently back from fulfilling his Ambassadorial duties with COR and
still muttering something about Allanon and gating. Lady Blackcoral,
beautiful and inscrutable, with the largest mound of cash in front of her.
Exe briefly pondered the oddly shaped item next to her winnings (mostly from
Dagron) and wondered about it once again. He'd never seen anything like it
before. Coral had taken it from Dagron in pledge when his cash had run out
earlier in the game. it was still Dagron's, but would remain in Coral's
possession until Dagron retrieved funds from his vault after the game.
"Exe, if you please?". this from Augustus, Knight Commander and Guild
Arch-Mage.
"Oh. . .certainly" Exe replied and selected the 9 of Swords and played it.
Augustus followed quickly with the 10 of Helms and one the trick. Exe tossed
the 10 Gold ante into the pot and looked to Augustus for the lead card for
the next round. Augie lead the King of Shields with a quick snap of the
wrist and a sharp slapping sound of card on table.
Shogar, Lord consulate to the AGM, played next, and so on through the hand.
Exe broke about even, but Dagron, increasingly frustrated, lost once again
and was beginning to show it.
"Dag, please, that's the fifth set of cards you've torn up since you took
over the deal" Tuvor said with an easy smile on his face. A grunt his only
reply, Dagron took a fresh deck and began to shuffle them. Tuvor looked
around and caught the eye of the serving wench and motioned her to his side.
"Yes Milord," she said with a shy smile "how may I serve you?", the tremble
evident in her voice.
Tuvor turned his full attention an the round lass. "I think another round,
and you'd better bring some more decks of cards my love, I fear Sir Dagron is
not yet finished his reign of terror yet." he said with a wink and a pat on
her arm.
The others around the table laughed as the young girl blushed at Tuvor's
touch and backed away, nearly falling over a chair in the process.
"You know Tuvor," Allsfaire began, a reproving tone in her voice, "If you
weren't so. . . friendly with the servers in these places, we would get the
complaints from the Innkeepers about disrupting their businesses. the last
time we were here Strider complained that his girls were lovesick for three
days after you left."
"I don't know why there aren't more male servers in these Inns" Blakcoral
complained. But the light tone of voice undermined the seriousness of her
complaint.
"The owners know they'd lose them all right quickly to you and Allsfaire
Milady" Augustus quipped, with a smile on his face.
"Here here" Exe added in agreement, finishing off his mug in anticipation of
the round Tuvor had ordered. "Tuv, what happened to that blond wench, the
one that was here last time we played?"
A red tinge began to creep over Tuvor's face. "What blond" he asked,
feigning innocence.
"The one with the great. . ." Exe looked around, red encroaching one his own
face as he caught looks from both Allsfaire and Blackcoral. "attitude." he
finished lamely, an embarrassed look on his face.
Allsfaire turned her gaze back to Tuvor. "Yeah, Tuv, what did happen to her?
She hasn't been around much lately." she said in a tone that clearly said
that she already knew the answer.
Red, now fully evident on Tuvor's face, deepened in shade. He cleared his
throat and scratched his chin, shuffling his cards repeatedly.
"I'll tell you what happened to her." came the familiar voice of Duke Orion
as moved toward the table removing his cloak. Tuvor looked at him with
pleading in his eyes. The Duke met his gaze and smiled an almost devilish
smile. Do the words "Paladine" and "Nunnery" bring anything to mind Sir
Tuvor?" he inquired with a grin.
"Let's play cards, let's play cards" Tuvor said, a bit loudly, his desire to
change the subject evident. He cast a few coins into the pot and tried to
look nonchalant.
The others look expectantly toward the Duke.
Orion moved around the table slowly. He paused and looked at the odd item
next to Coral's pile of winnings. A small smile escaped his lips. "Coral,
where did you get this?" he asked.
"From Dagron" she responded. "He ran out of money a while back."
Duke picked up the object and looked at it closely. It was a molded shape of
a creature of some sort. Obviously very old, the handling it had received
over the years had worn its edges and caused it to be less easily recognized.
"It looks something like donkey's back end" Exe thought absently and he
watched the Duke.. Orion reached into a pocket of his cloak and pulled out a
pinch of matter and sprinkled it over the object murmuring an incantation.
The objet began to glow slightly and Orion burst out into a hearty laugh.
"This belongs to Dagron"? he asked?
"Indeed" Coral replied, I'm only holding it for him 'til he can get to his
vault.
All at the table were interested now. Orion put the object down carefully
and slung his cloak over an empty chair. "Can I get into the game?" he
asked. "Dagron is dealing I take it?" He continued - "Deal me in!".
"What is it Duke" Coral asked. "It's not worthless is it?" she queried,
casting a suspicious eye toward Dagron.
"No, by no means" Duke replied, giving another hearty chuckle. "It is very
valuable in some circles " he added.
Dagron, apparently further irritated by all of this, rasped "Let's play" and
proceeded to deal out another round of cards. Exe looked at his hand and
sure enough, there was the two of knives again. He bit his lip thoughtfully.
Looking over at Duke Orion, he wondered what Orion knew that he didn't.
Orion wasn't one normally to play cards, in fact Exe had never known him to
enter a game at all. The Duke was one that liked sure things and made
certain of the odds before he entered into a venture or an adventure. "A
sure thing" echoed in Exe's mind. He pondered that idea over the next few
hands that saw Orion gather a considerable pot of winnings. Most on the
table lost some, but Dagron was losing most of all. Every time a hand was
completed and the Duke gathered more winnings, He laughed until finally he
was laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes.
"Dag, aren't you just the slightest bit suspicious about all of this" he
asked, wiping tears from his eyes.
The others around the table looked at each other and then back at Dag and
Orion.
"Suspicious about what" Dag replied, suspiciously. He looked at Tuvor who
shrugged his shoulders. Tuv was just glad that attention had shifted form
his interest in serving wenches.
"Losing is an art form Dag, an art form that some have undertaken to ensure."
the Duke began. "Where'd you get that piece you gave to Coral?" he asked.
"Dunno" Dag replied. "Won it off some Mage up in Vilnask I think"
"Heheh" Orion replied. "Would I be correct in that the Mage bowed out of the
game right after 'losing it" and that you lost a bundle to those left?"
Dagron thought for a moment. "Yeah", he said "Come to think of it, I did
lose quite a bit up there!" he said thoughtfully. "What's that got to do
with now?" he asked.
The Duke packed up his winnings and stood to his feet. Reality began to
dawn on the other at the table, and they did likewise, hurriedly scooping
their cash in to sacks and getting ready to leave.
"Where's everyone going?" Dagron said sourly - I got a lot of money to win
back. He looked a Coral who had taken all of her winnings except the icon.
"Here Dag" she said - "forget about the rest - my treat" she added with a
weak smile.
"What's going on here" Dagron roared, beginning to suspect something himself.
"Dag" that statue is an Icon of losing - somebody passed it on you and then
took advantage of its magic to fleece you. It's called the Sucker's
Medallion". Exe suddenly realized that it was indeed the image of
hindquarters, though not of a donkey, but of a horse!
"Gotta go" Exe said hastily, putting two and two together and realizing his
winnings were in jeopardy.
"See y'all" both Coral and Allsfaire said almost at the same time, obviously
coming to the same conclusion and heading for the door.
"Next time" Augustus V" said as he headed for the stairs. "Got some Guild
business to attend to" he added as he went upstairs tree at a time.
"If anyone wants me, I'm out of town" Tuvor said as he headed for the back
entrance, giving the serving wench a wink on the way out.
"Wait just a minute" Dagron roared. He looked at the Duke. "You mean this,
this . . . . . . . . . thing MADE me lose?" he sputtered.
"'Fraid so Dag" the Duke grinned "Ought to be more careful about this kind of
thing" he added with a laugh.
Allsfaire and Coral were obviously out of the question as far as refunds go.
Exe was already out the door and Augustus was upstairs. Orion was unlikely
to part with any either, so that left Tuvor, quickly disappearing out the
back way. "TUVOR" Dagron hollered as he hastily began a pursuit. I want a
word with you. . . . . ."
The Joke
(Submitted by SirExegete)
Exegete and Tuvor hustled through the alleyway, the while incredible blast
still echoed over their heads through the now shattered stillness of the
night.
"Damn Lucky If you ask me" Tuvor shot at Exe in a clearly incensed voice.
"Great idea this" he went on as the ducked behind a shed.
"Oh It was a good plan and you know it, stop complaining" Exe replied pulling
several wood splinters from out the knee material of his breeches. "I can't
help it if it didn't work the way I planned it." he added with a winch,
pulling a couple splinters out of his left arm. "We should be glad it wasn't
worse." he concluded.
"Hummm" Tuvor grunted. "I don't know why I even went along with this
scheme." he said angrily, pulling several splinters of his own out of various
parts of his anatomy.
"You're just mad because of the splinters in your butt" Exe said, "Here, let
me help" he added. ""You really shouldn't have stayed on the roof so long.
If you'd have come down when I said, you wouldn't have been there when he
woke up, and you would have slid all the way down."
"You're the one who told me to go up there to begin with" Tuv exploded.
"Shhhssssshhh!" Exe said, "Not so loud"
"Oh like my voice will wake up people that the explosion didn't" Tuv said
sarcastically.
"I wasn't thinking about that. There will be patrols now you know" Exe
added, busily removing splinters from Tuv's posterior. "Boy, remind me never
to surf a cedar shingled roof" He added quietly.
"Ouch! Damn!" Tuvor said, barely keeping his voice under control. "I wish
you'd be more careful" he added with a warning tone in his voice. "You and
you damn illusions" he muttered. "I knew they were trouble from the first."
"Oh yeah? You didn't say that when we got Dagron to buy us drinks and a good
meal by making him think we were twin sisters in town with the Ballet."
Exegete reminded him.
Tuvor smiled "Yeah, that was fun." His smile faded. "But I was the one he
got fresh with" he said.
"Well, you always were cuter than me" Exe said. "Now be quiet while I finish
this."
The evening had started fairly well. Exegete had been studying his new book,
"Illusion and the Modern Mage". He had been experimenting with a number of
the techniques in the book and was wondering how he could make use of the
latest illusion described when the news had come to Strider's back lounge
that an ITB High Lord was in NW for the evening. The plan had come together
quite nicely over the next couple hours and Exegete and Tuvor had polished
the details over a last mug of Mead near curfew time.
Using a basic illusion to give the appearance that they were still in their
beds (just in c case of a random check by the Knight commander) they slipped
out a window and made their way to the boarding house the ITB High Lord was
staying, near Mataga's in the center square in NW. Tuvor's knowledge of the
back alleys and secret ways was useful and they arrived unobserved.
The idea of making an illusion of a silver dragon head enter the High Lord's
bedchamber window and spew sewage over him was, in Exe's opinion, a perfect
one. The ITB's spent an inordinate amount of time in the sewers and so, he
reasoned, it would make the High Lord feel more at home. A knight was
supposed to be charitable and hospitable after all.
The single difficulty was in getting the parts of the spell matter that
needed to be near the illusion to the third story window that was in the High
Lord's chamber. That led to Tuvor climbing the building near Mataga's and
skulking over near the window. Curious as he was, he wanted to get a look at
the inside of the chamber and was precariously perched on the edge of the
roof when things began to unravel.
"You and your OUCH! illusions" Tuvor complained in the alley. "Never should
have gotten involved Had to go wrong" he added bitterly.
"How was I to know that he would be sleeping with a wand of fireballs under
his pillow." Exe replied. "That's just not normal behavior" he added
defensively.
As the illusion began to develop, Tuvor had needed to change his footing and
had slipped, making some noise. The High Lord had apparently been a light
sleeper, heard the noise, and come up with the wand blazing, so to speak.
All very bad luck for Tuvor. He slid down the roof and landed, thankfully,
three stories below in Malaga's garbage for the evening. I say thankfully
because it both cushioned his fall and shielded from the blast that blew out
the entire side wall of the High Lord's bedchamber and set fire to the next
several house roofs. Both Exe and Tuvor thought it prudent to depart the
area immediately, resulting in their presence a small side alley picking
splinters from each other's various body parts.
"It's normal for ITB's" Tuvor exploded in a low voice. "OUCH! Are you done
yet?"
"Yes, Yes. that's the last one, at leas the last one I'll mess with" Exe
said. "Your gonna be sore for a while." He added apologetically.
"No stuff I'll be sore" Tuv said. "Be glad I'm in a generous mood or you'd
be sore for longer" he added.
"Sounds like there are patrols all over the place" Exe said, poking his head
over the fence and looking out into the main street.
"Geez, can't understand that. Somebody blow-up half of the square and sets
fire to the other half and everybody doesn't just go back to sleep" Tuvor
replied, pulling some bits of cucumber from his hair.
"You don't have to be snippy" Exe said turning back toward Tuvor. "You
missed a bit of tomato there, by you right ear. Smells like Italian
Dressing" he added, sniffing.
"Get away from me" Tuvor said, shaking the last of the salad from his hair.
"Let's get out of here - Augustus won't be fooled long by those lame
illusions you put in our beds. I definitely don't want any questions about
this nights work."
They moved out of the yard, and down more of the alleys an paths back toward
the KORT Barracks near Strider's. they moved stealthily and quietly, using
all of their cunning and every bit of their experience to remain unseen and
unobserved in their progress.
So it came as quite a surprise when they found themselves almost within
spitting distance of an ITB Patrol. They were practically within sight of
Dorm, right at the corner near Strider's when the patrol came out of the
alleyway that led to the sewers.
"Well" Tuvor said. "Lookee here - Skorp and few buddies"
"Tuv, we don't have time for this" Exe said in a warning tone of voice.
"Let's just go back to the dorm"
But Tuvor wasn't listening. You know how he gets sometimes. "Hey Skorpie!"
he called. "You still the only pervert in your family?" he called stepping
out of the shadows.
The six footmen with Skorp were obviously only recent recruits. The newness
of their uniforms clearly showed that. Their halberds looked sharp enough
though and the Sergeant that was with them was clearly a veteran.
"Tuvor, you charmer you" Exe murmured as he drew his Pike and readied himself
for the party he knew would follow.
"Freeze Wuss" came Skorp's voice, the closest thing to a verbal sneer that
Exe had ever heard.
"That's what I like about you Skorpie" Tuvor said "Always such a pleasure to
run into" "You take the footmen and I'll entertain Skorp" he murmured to Exe
in a low voice.
"Sure, no prob" Exe replied in a low voice he hoped was dripping with
sarcasm, but was more likely the dry croak of a frog. Exe readied a bit of
sand in preparation of the sleep spell he would cast. Murmuring a few words
he blew the dust toward the soldiers and one by one the each fell asleep,
slumping to the pavement, their halberds clattering to the ground with what
seemed to be an abnormally loud noise. That left the Sergeant to deal with.
"Be careful Milord" the Sergeant intoned drawing his long Sword. "There's
another of 'em in the shadows there"
"I see him" Skorp replied.
Tuvor moved to the left and Exe exited the shadows to the right an circled
toward the Sergeant, his pike at the ready, not time for another spell. Tuv
finished casting a protection spell and began to cast another, offensive
spell, even as the glow from his first spell was still fading. Exe heard
Skorp murmuring the words of an incantation as he closed with the Sergeant
and that matter began to take all of his attention. "If I was you friend"
Exe said as he circled the Sergeant "I'd find another line of work"
"Shaddup and fight" the Sergeant growled as he feinted with his sword. he
followed the feint with an attempted bash with his shield and then an
overhand chop with the sword which Exe easily deflected with his own shield
and, ducking inside his guard, rapped him in the teeth with a gauntleted
hand. The Sergeant feel back a pace, spitting blood, and launched a series
of thrusts and sweeps.
"You're a lovely dancer" Exe said sweetly as he dodged and parried the
flurry of blows. "But..." he added after a few more moments, "I like to
lead". And with that he launched a series of cunning blows that lead the
Sergeant raising his guard against what he thought was a coming overhand
chop. Exe dropped to the ground and swept the legs from under the Sergeant
with the butt of his Pike. the Sergeant fell with a clash of armor, losing
his grip on his long sword momentarily. Exe leaped to his feet, and in a
bare half second had kicked the Sergeant into unconsciousness as he tried to
rise. "Sorry" Exe said quickly. "No seconds"
Exe turned quickly to see how things were between Tuvor and Skorp in time to
see the flash of magic and the glow of a hold spell settle on Tuvor. "Damn"
Exe murmured. Skorp was already in the beginning stages of casting another
spell, Cloud Kill from what Exe could make out. Exe knew he didn't have many
spell left himself, most of his energy having gone to set up the illusion at
the High Lord's bed Chamber. He scanned his memory, considering what he did
have left. Nothing that the protect spells would turn aside he realized with
increasing panic. Wait! A smile crossed his lips. He did have a couple
illusions prepared, just in case. Exe grabbed in his pouch for the
components. Tuvor would understand, he hoped. He spread them to the breeze
wafting across the square and murmured the incantation. It took but a moment
for the illusion to settle.
Skorp opened his eyes for the final part of the cast he was doing and his
eyes fell on Tuvor to target the spell. What he saw completely destroyed his
concentration and burst out laughing, almost falling to the ground. That
gave Exe the time to cast the Flash/bang effect. A loud thunderclap rolled
across the square and a brilliant light illuminated the sky, and kept it
illuminated. Skorp cursed and looked around knowing that he hadn't time to
finish his business with Tuvor. He faded quickly into the alley he had come
from, abandoning his patrol to the coming KORT guards.
Exe quickly approached Tuvor. "Sorry Tuv, I'll make it up to you, it was all
I could think of" Exe whispered in Tuvor's ear. "Don't have a dispel or I'd
take you with me." He looked over Tuvor's still "held" form. Surpressing a
smile he said "I really am sorry Tuv" and with that was gone into the
shadows, circling the barracks to enter from the rear.
Curses and shouts came from the KORT barracks and the sound of running feet
followed as the knights on watch poured out of the entrance into the square.
Augustus V, Knight Commander of KORT strode out onto the square, surveying
the sleeping ITB footmen and the unconscious Sergeant of the guard. "What
the hell. . ." he said to Berrun and Dagron who had by now emerged from the
building. they both shrugged and looked at one another.
"Over here Augie" came the lilting voice of the Lady Allsfaire, and obvious
smile in her voice. "You've got to see this" She stood with a group of
KORT'ers encircling something further over in the square. Augustus made his
way over and the group parted to let him through.
There in the middle of crowd, clad in a pink skin tight TuTu, Arms frozen
over his head in a pirouette, was Tuvor, Knight of the Round Table.
Augustus stopped dead in his tracks, then smiled, then laughed out loud. He
circled Tuvor once.
"You know, not everybody can wear a TuTu with combat boots" was his only
comment.
"Yeah" Allsfaire Agreed. "And on him . . . . . . . .It looks good!"
The Emerald Brooch - Part 2
(Submitted by HG Renik)
The mid-day heat continued unabated by the thick green canopy overhead, as
the Harper Renik, and the young ranger, Wigleaf, inched their way north thru
the Centaur Wood. Foul monster's seemed to "sense" their presence, and were
attacking Wigleaf so often, that at one point, Renik had the weary ranger
empty the entire contents of his backpack on the forest floor, checking for
anything that would act to draw the foul beasts to them. Discarding the
"week-old" haunch of wild boar Wigleaf had been saving, the two adventure's
continued their trek, somewhat less plagued by attacks, and soon found
themselves at the northeastern edge of the Centaur Wood. Wigleaf, using his
ranger skills, noticed several broken twigs on the thick scrubs, as if a
large beast had passed not long ago. Stepping thru a concealed passage, they
were met by the wood's protective denizen "the Centaur".
The horse-man seemed very agitated, and continually pawed the forest floor
with his fore-hooves as he revealed to the pair of adventure's the evil that
was now plaguing his forest. "Rid the forest of this evil, and perhaps I can
be of further assistance" the Centaur said, as he once again disappeared into
the thick foliage.
Using Wigleaf's innate Ranger skills, the duo soon tracked and dispatched a
nest of snakes, and a small contingent of manticores hiding in the
southeastern section of the woods. Exploration of the northwestern section
lead them into the webs of several phase spider's, and after a quick, but
furious fight, the forest was rid of these foul creatures as well. Wiping
gore from his short sword, as they made their way back to the spot where they
had first encountered the Centaur, Wigleaf tiredly commented "Whew, I sure
hope that's the last of them", "as me arm feel's like a Hag caste 'Reduce' on
it".
The Centaur met the two adventure's in the same area of the forest as before.
He was very pleased, and thanked both Renik, and Wigleaf for ridding his
forest of the vile creatures. He also explained that the evil seemed to
emanate from a dark hole that had appeared in the southwestern section of the
woods. "Many have been taken down into this hole, never to return" the
Centaur said, "Several days ago, a guide was sent to find the missing souls,
and he too, has not been heard from since!". "Here" the Centaur said as he
handed the two a coil of rope, "take this magical rope, as it may aid in your
descent." With that the Centaur once again disappeared into the forest,
leaving the two adventure's to make their way southwest, where they soon
stood at the dark, ominous aperture.
Evil seemed to permeate the air, as they securely fastened one end of the
magical rope to a near-by tree, and began their decent into the dark, dank
hole. Walls that glistened with a rank, purple slime greeted their eventual
arrival at the bottom of the pit. The iridescent fungus coated the walls,
ceiling and floor, casting an errie glow on the narrow corridor's ahead.
Cautiously, Renik and Wigleaf inched their way down the winding, twisting
tunnel's that seemed to be taking them deeper into the bowels of a festering
evil. They came upon several doors, and after bashing them in, released the
starved, and half-crazed prisoners within. After seemingly endless hours of
searching, Renik detected a secret passage to the west, in one of the main
north/south tunnel's the duo had explored. Many of the prisoners had warned
them of the "Evil Sorceress", so preparing for the worse, they cautiously
triggered the hidden latch and entered the secret passage.
"Seize them!" the Evil Sorceress cried to her two Cloud Giant Shaman aides,
and two Iron Golem bodyguards. It was well that they had prepared, as the
fight was indeed furious, what with the Shaman's casting "Dispel" and
"Silence", the Sorceress casting "Ice Storm", and the Iron Golem's "Bashing",
Renik and Wigleaf were both exhausted by the time the final Golem went down.
"After we rest a bit" Renik panted, "We should check the remaining cells for
more prisoners".
Checking the remaining cells also proved to be a challenge, as the cells
appeared to be alternately filled with prisoner's and evil monsters. In the
last cell the duo came upon the lost guide, Borth Jhandelspar, who told them
of "two exits" from this evil place, and to "be careful" in our search. Just
as Borth made his departure, NW Snowie arrived. Snowie was checking into the
mysterious "teleportation" of the Ranger Wigleaf to the Centaur Wood, she
too, advised the duo to use caution, and "Remember the clues" provided by the
released prisoners.
Putting their words into deeds, the two adventure's searched the remaining
corridor's, finding a magically sealed door, and a secret passage leading
east. Wigleaf noted the small depression's in the soft fungus nearest the
secret passage, so the duo opted for the secret passage as the best way out.
Several more encounter's greeted them down these twisted shafts. They had to
defeat another Evil Mage, Zentilar Soldiers, Stone Golems, and a Fire Giant
Mage before finally emerging into an uncharted section of Triboar. "There is
yet a pall of Evil in the air" exclaimed Renik as they made their way north
thru the small scrubs of this lightly forested area.
It wasn't long before they could see the familiar streets of Triboar on the
path ahead. But, standing directly on the path, maw open, revealing rows of
large, sharp teeth, stood the skeletal, decaying form of one of the most
feared creatures in all the Realms, a "Dracolitch". Wigleaf, too tired and
frustrated to carefully consider his actions, shouted "Eeeeenuffff", as he
charged forward, short sword swinging wildly. Renik, following the enraged
ranger, managed to caste a "Fumble" on the beast, as Wigleaf cut the
Dracolitch into small, bony pieces.
As they made their way thru the remains of the Dracolitch, a green light
reflected off a small object near the center of the huge pile of bones.
Wearily, they kicked aside the bones to uncover an Emerald Brooch. "Hmmm"
Renik wondered, as the two tired adventure's set foot once again on the
streets of Triboar, "I wonder if Lord Nasher" would have an interest in this
artifact?"
Humbly,
HG Renik
Fireworks insparation
(Submitted by FF TEMPEST)
When the rifle's crack and the cannon's roar
Becomes the pop of fireworks and the cheers of the crowd,
When the screams of the dying
Becomes the babie's laugh,
When the shockwave of the bomb
Becomes the cool sea breeze,
When the scorched, pitted earth below you weary feet
Becomes the rich, dark soil of peaceful farms,
When the rumbles and quakes of the massive artillery barrage that are felt
through the entrenched ground
Becomes the steady heartbeat of the one you love,
You are home.
You are free.
Lt. Tempest Birchbough, Fighting First Forever
Dark Heart of Neverwinter
(Submitted by UDL Diablo)
The spirit of Diablo floated quietly along the streets of Neverwinter, the
adventurers going this way and that, until he spotted the destination of his
current curiosity, the Inn of the Midnight Society. The demonic spectre let
his form become but a mist as he slipped through an upper window, totally
unnoticed by the occupants within. For Diablo sought information, and
stealth sometimes provided more than direct confrontation. Once inside, the
spirit flowed out of the room and up towards one of the rafters that held up
the vaulted ceiling.
From his perch high above the tavern below, Diablo watched, his crimson eyes
burning with curiosity at the patrons that downed ale at the tables below.
Each and every one of them he had met, always in a hostile situation, never
with any intent on conversation. They spoke aloud below him, speaking often
of the Undead Lords and their lack of honor. Often about how the Lost Hills
would belong to them. Then his eyes focused on the ring leader, the one who
talked the loudest, the one stirring the Midnight Society into a frenzy about
the Undead Lords.
Jack Henle stood at the bar, downing one whiskey after another, speaking so
many untruths about one of Neverwinters most powerful guilds. Diablo could
see the mans true intent, as he was unnoticed, his powers of observation
cleared his vision. The man was certainly using the Undead Lords to further
his own ambitions. He wanted to become Guild Master once again. Now Diablo
understood the reason for recent events. There were those who were new to
Neverwinter, listening intently to this man, for they knew no better. And
their attention he had. He would send them to their deaths, night after
night, to gain but one thing. A position of power for himself once again.
Diablo recalled his many meetings with Lord Wamphyri, a man of honor. He
recalled what Slayer, the leader of the Undead Lords had told him about the
Midnight Society. There was to be an alliance between the two guilds. The
foundations of which were being destroyed by the one called Jack Henle. Were
the members of this fledgling guild so entranced with Jack's words that they
did not know that an alliance with the Undead Lords would bring them
sanctioning from Lord Nasher quicker than war with UDL.
Yes, this one called Jack Henle would have to be brought down, and Diablo had
decided to make it a personal mission of his. He would return to the Castle
of Bones and let all his brothers and sisters know of his latest revelation.
Perhaps Slayer and Lord Wamphyri could still work out this alliance if the
truth of Jack Henle's personal desire was known. Perhaps it would not be to
late to stop a war that would do nothing but spell disaster for the Midnight
Society. For the young and uneducated within this guild do not truly realize
the power and might of the Undead Lords.
The spirit of Diablo floated once again to the upper room within the inn,
from there making his way once again quietly out into the street. Yes, to
Slayer he would now report. The true nature of this traitor within the
Midnight Society must be made clear to both guilds. As he floated along the
now quiet streets of Neverwinter, Diablo remembered the words that Jack had
spoke to him, not but three nights ago in the old hags house within the Lost
Hills.
"I am the true and only Guildmaster of the Midnight Society, and if I say
there will be war, there will be war Diablo", Jack had screamed at him during
the fight. For three days Diablo and his brothers had fought the Midnight
Society, and for three days, all had done nothing but serve the purposes of
one man. Jack Henle. Now this man needed to be brought down.
The Making of a Guild Member
(Submitted by Deere jon)
For those of you I have not meet yet..I am Seeking (pun intended :-) entrance
to "The Seekers".
My assignment from the Lord Magus-Dethlicker was to journey to Port Llast and
find the Medusa, slay them and return with proof. As a third lvl Paladin,
this task seemed quite formidable. As I sat at an inn in Neverwinter mulling
over how I was going to accomplish this task...quaffing a few ale's for
courage in the process...I chanced upon a friendly sea elf of neutral align
named Anteku Rra. We discussed my predicament over more ale, when Anteku Rra
decided that this indeed was a noble task and would lead the way.....
Gathering those possesions we would need for the journey, we set off to
the Port, Anteku leading. Upon entering the province of Windycliffs, we were
beset upon by a pack of wolves and a horrid creature called a Great Vilsnak
the likes of which I had never seen. Alas, Anteku was a greater warrior than
I had first guessed, casting spells that dispatched these beasts. That out of
the way it was the inn in Windy..(for more ale to calm my nerves) and a brief
rest. When finally reaching the Port, I was able to train up a lvl, better
preparing myself for the fight to come..
As we entered the docking area, the port master tried to warn us away,
but being on a quest, we were determined to enter. As we entered we were
immediatly set upon by a troll, which was dispatched in a timley manner, only
to find ourselves face to face with not one, but three Medusa's...thanks to
the fast casting by Anteku, all three were held...the gods were with us!!
After dispatching the Medusa's and heading out of this ghoshtly ship, we
spied a shiny object...a brass button!!! The proof I needed...at last! We
made haste back to the inn....and after more ale..(I like ale :-) we parted
our seperate ways, Anteku for more dangerous realms and I back to NW to find
the Lord Magnus-Dethlicker, to tell him of my exploits and give him the proof
he desired. I am making this dispatch from Strider's in NW, recovering from
my journey. Tomorrow I meet with Dethlicker....I must get some rest...
End of part 1......
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It was a perfect evening and I arrived early to the appointed meeting
place...the air seemed electric. I was to meet with the highest echelon of
The Seekers to see if I was worhty of acceptance to this most noble of
guilds. Dethlicker arrived first to receive the proof of my quest. The foul
button would not leave my hands...it seems that certian quest items are for
Nasher's eyes only...this was confirmed to me by Nashers on duty NW's. "No
matter" replied Deth, "Twas but a test, the button ya can keep..it was yer
spirit I was testin'.."
As we discussed the guild and it's philosphy, others of the guild soon
gathered to greet me. Phantra, Wkndwarr, Whiiplah, Darrlak and others...back
slaps, ale and gifts were flying...
I was fourtunate in receivng many fine gifts...bringing my AC from 3 to
-2...I no longer walk the realms naked...and a finer set of clothes I have
never worn...!! My heart was filled with pride at being a part of this
brotherhood. Wkndwarr, after the chatting was out of the way decided to lead
myself and Dar out into the realms in search of evil to vanquish...gathering
our possesions for the journey, we set off towrds the province of Vilnask,
where Wknd had heard there were fierce Dracs terrorizing that town...a noble
cause indeed for such as us, (evil killers), and off we went. On the way we
talked much about ourselves, getting to know each other. When we arrived
into the more dangerous realms, Dar and myself were made invis by Wknd's fine
sorcery. Told to help as needed when called upon, Wknd dispatched the
creatures that beset us with due haste.......
Finally, we arrived in fine shape to face the dreaded dracs...upon
arrival, we found the dracs engaged with citizens of the realm and entrance
blocked...alas, we could not help.. As the fight seemed to dwindle and the
citizens rested, more dracs appeared, attacked and Dar was able to cast his
help into the fray... Wknd and myself were proud that our guild was present
in the fray, but worried by the fact we couldn't aid him... But Dar held his
own thru two (that I saw) Drac fights and helped keep Vilnask safe for
travelers... When I saw the need for my help diminish, I went to seek out
boarding for the eve'...
At the local tavern, as I quaffed the local brew, I reflected on my week
and slept in front of a warm hearth, content with myself, the world and my
guild....for I am now a Seeker!!!
Deere Jon
Crusader of the Seekers!
Starflash
The Sword of Agility
Chapter One
(Submitted by Niasen )
In the Times of Service,
When sword and shield
Clashed in bloody war,
There came a general for the goblins.
A cold death knight
Whom could not be turned by any cleric,
Or harmed by any magic,
But could be defeated
By the one sword.
Starflash he named it.
The hilt was adorned with a yellow gem
Letting off a faint light
Which is made more brilliant
At the wielders command
Guiding him through the darkest passages.
And the sword was empowered in another way
The greatest undead could be banished
With a single command
And a fatal strike,
Sending them unto the non-existent.
Starflash he named it,
And the god, Stanch, would have used it
Had he not other things to attend to
(Such as a card game).
It became a gift
Unto a faithful warrior
And with the sword
Rackath gained the power
And relieved the goblins
Of their leader,
Shattering his lifeless body
Into a burst of blue sparks.
The legend of The Sword of Agility was the farthest thing from Grath's
mind. He had other things to ponder on, such as why he was here in his old
home town of Chelcoth. All he knew was that he and his friend, Inferno (a
name of his friend's own devising), were given a message in Sitaria to come
to Chelcoth. He and Inferno then set sail on a merchant ship and, once
landed, traveled from Dock Town to Chelcoth where he now waited in The Lonely
Inn. The inn had no tavern, and therefore was usually lonely. "Waited for
what?" he wondered, just when he heard a knock on his door. It was a
messenger from the Reeve. The message saying, "Come to my house where I will
explain why I have sent for you." Grath didn't wait a second more. He threw
the note down onto the bed and headed for his old lord's house. What
adventure awaited, he did not know.
Inferno, upon hearing the request from the Reeve to return to Chelcoth
had sent word to a friend of his named Bobby. Not quite the name you would
expect for an adventuring cleric, but he kept it nonetheless. Inferno had
met up with Bobby the half elf and they were both in the same inn as Grath.
Grath just didn't know Bobby was there yet. The two received the same
message shortly after Grath, and headed towards the Reeve's house. Both
expecting quite an adventure being as the Reeve had sent all the way to
Sitaria for Grath and Inferno. The only problem that they feared they would
face was that Bobby was not acquainted with the Reeve, and had not been
invited.
Grath and Inferno had grown up in Chelcoth and the Reeve, the towns
leader, had talked a time or two to both of them. For Terrance Almain, the
Reeve, knew that Grath had potential as a swordsman, and he always liked the
idea of added armament. As for Inferno, the Reeve just talked to him because
he was always by Grath. Inferno claimed that he was going to become a mage.
The Reeve rather doubted it. However, a few months after Grath and Inferno
had moved to Sitaria, Terrance received word that Inferno had found a mentor
who would train him. Grath had went to Sitaria with his mother and father,
and had also found a teacher. Najarathan, a well known sword master, trained
adventurers in all types of sword fighting. So Grath sent word to the
Terrance that he was even better with the long sword. Now, two years down
the road, the Reeve found out from one of his contacts in Sitaria that Grath
was quarreling frequently with his father. Now was the time to get that good
sword arm back to Chelcoth to join the ranks of the army. Thus, Terrance
Almain had sent the message requesting Grath and Inferno to return to
Chelcoth. He was now also interested in the young mage's abilities.
"Orcs!? He called us all the way here to fight orcs?" Grath yelled as
he, Inferno, and Bobby returned to the Lonely Inn. The Reeve had given them
the job to go just outside the city to a forest where a camp of orcs was
sighted. He hadn't trusted Bobby, and had the guards eyeing him the entire
time the three were in his meeting room. Bobby claimed to be a cleric, but
one could never know for sure.
"At least he let me stay," Bobby said quietly, "I was afraid he'd have
me thrown right out, 'specially since I'm a half breed." The half-elf had
little difficulty discussing his heritage, for it was out of real love that
he had been born. Many half-elves are the product of rape, but Bobby's
parents had been truly in love. His mother, an elf, had been caring, and
taught him most of what he knew. His father was a paladin. Bobby's mother
past away from plague when he was fourteen. His father had left on an
adventure when Bobby was sixteen and hadn't been seen since. Bobby believed
like his father did, but he wanted to be a priest rather than a warrior.
Such is how he came to be a cleric of Kirrinth.
Inferno walked silently beside his two friends. He knew what Terrance
was doing. This was obviously just a test to see if they were fit for some
greater adventure. He was glad that the Reeve had allowed Bobby to help
them, even though the half-elf wasn't trusted within the walls of the Reeve's
home. Inferno and Bobby had met when they were both adventuring. Inferno
was testing one of his new spells and Bobby was just traveling to search his
soul. They were good friends and the only thing that Inferno despised about
Bobby was his ridiculous name. Inferno had a regular name too, but it was
never told to anyone anymore. He continually urged the half-elf to get an
intriguing surname.
Finally Inferno broke from his silence and said, "This is obviously a
test to see if Grath is worthy of a greater adventure. I say that it is for
Grath, because I know that the Reeve doesn't yet consider my magic
impressive. And we know he doesn't care about Bobby." He said the name of
his friend and scowled.
"Well, I suppose we will prove worthy," said Grath, "I'm much better
with my sword now. I just wonder how many orcs there are. We could go ask
the Military Chief to see what the scouts have told him."
The other two agreed that they would seek the chief's help tomorrow,
before going to the camp. Thus they reached the Lonely Inn, but found it to
be not quite so lonely. Upon entering the newest inn in Chelcoth, they found
the inn keeper talking to a beautiful elven girl. Beautiful, but obviously a
fighter, for she had a long sword sheathed at her waist. Her hair was
blonde, like most elves, and draped down just over her shoulders. She was
only four feet eleven inches tall, but most elves were somewhat shorter than
humans. Even though she barely reached the chest of the six feet tall but
rather thin Grath, he was immediately attracted to her; especially by her now
wondrous brown eyes. Even Grath could tell she wore an elvish outfit due to
the forest colors...and the short skirt. She was seated on a small bench the
inn keeper kept in the front room of the inn, and she now leaned back
slightly and eyed the group.
And what does she see? Grath thought to himself. She sees me, an
incredibly tall and thin fellow with a sword thumping dumbly against my leg,
my short, brown, and non glamorous hair, and my dull hazel eyes. Grath
wasn't really too ugly, he just didn't think she liked what she saw. Then he
thought of his companions. Inferno in his blasted robes, hood drawn over his
cloth covered face, and standing yet again an enormous six feet two inches
tall. Then there was Bobby. Dressed in a strange array of colors that
somehow represented his faith. He had red, yellow, green, purple, and blue
all over him on various articles of clothing. She sees his very short brown
hair, yet again nothing glamorous, thought Grath, but better looking than
mine. He reached up and pushed the hair back, maintaining the part in the
center.
Suddenly he felt the girl's eyes on him. He blushed slightly as he
looked down at her. We must look like giants, Grath thought. Then he found
himself moving across the room towards the bench.
"Hey, feet, I didn't say to move!" he said in his mind. Then he found
that his mouth was against him too, as it opened and asked, "May I sit here?"
"Sure," she said in a soft, yet rather happy voice. Grath sat down next
to her.
"Great," Inferno whispered to himself, "now Grath is going after that
elf." Then he turned to Bobby and said, "Well, might as well get to our
rooms. Grath has this situation under control." He said the last loud
enough for all to hear, then he headed toward the rooms in the back of the
inn. Bobby followed silently.
"I am Grath, who are you?" Grath blurted out.
"I'm Julie, Julie Syrus," she said with her eyes wide and bright. Grath
still couldn't pull his gaze from her eyes.
"You look to be trained in the use of a sword..."
"As do you," she interrupted.
"Well, I'm here to fight orcs, what are you here for?"
"I'm searching for adventure."
"Well, we're looking for help; my companions and I. Would you like to
join us?" She hesitated. Too soon, Grath thought, I asked too soon.
"What's in it for me?" she asked.
Whoa! Grath thought, she's a real adventurer all right! "You get a
share of whatever money we find on 'em," he said smoothly.
"OK, I'll help. I think I'm gonna like you Grath, even though I just
met you, I think I'm going to like you." She smiled at him. Grath smiled
big and blushed. "As for your friends," she continued, "I'm not too sure
about either of them."
The two friends had gone to there small, yet cozy rooms, until Bobby had
an idea. He went out into the window lighted hallway and knocked on
Inferno's door. The mage came to the door and thrust it open.
"Yes?" he asked in a professional tone.
"Let's go to a tavern and drum up some help," Bobby suggested.
"Good idea, I think we may need it. Let's go to the one on this side of
town. It's poorer, but it has more able fighters in attendance. At least it
did before I left."
On the way out the two didn't see Grath. He had gone back to Julie's
room to discuss the mission further. Perhaps to his disappointment, that's
all they went there for. So Inferno and Bobby left the Lonely Inn and passed
through the streets to The West Tavern. Inferno thought the place used to
have a more lively name, but it must have changed ownership. He and Bobby
entered the place and found only a few people within the dirty, weather
beaten walls. Old tables were scattered across the floor, the bar was dull
and could have been rotting, everything was covered by a thin layer of pipe
smoke. Though the people came and went, the smoke always seemed to remain.
Not to mention the terrible stench. Inferno was glad his lower face was
covered by cloth, he peered through the smoke and immediately picked out an
odd character in the corner sitting at a table. He was hooded, and very
small.
Probably a halfling, thought Inferno. Bobby made his way to the bar and
ordered an ale. Inferno slowly moved across the dim room, for the shutters
were closed most of the way, toward the shady character. When he came
closer, the eyes beneath the hood looked up and Inferno now realized he had
been correct. The halfling sat there glaring at him without saying a word.
"Can you fight?" Inferno found himself asking. What kind of dumb
question is that? he asked himself.
"I will have to show you if you don't leave me be," the halfling said
coolly.
"We need help, we're hunting orcs in the forest east of here. You look
like the type that might take interest in this. There would be some money in
it for you, of course."
"I don't come cheap, and I don't think you have enough," the halfling
said as he lifted up a pouch that looked peculiarly like Inferno's purse.
"Hey!" Inferno cried, "Give me that back!" He looked nervously over at
Bobby. The cleric was paying no attention to his friend, he was busy talking
to a pretty red haired girl sitting next to him. "Fine time for that,"
Inferno muttered while he looked quickly back at his purse. The halfling
didn't seem to notice the last remark.
"I'll need 100 gold pieces for going along, and a share of what the orcs
are carrying," the shadowy face said, still staring at the wizard.
"I can get some more money, wait here. By the way, what's your name?"
"Just call me Shade."
"OK, Shade, if you'll give me back my purse, I'll go get the rest of the
money," Inferno suggested.
"I think I'll keep it here while I wait for you." Shade smiled.
Inferno didn't want this. He thought for sure that the halfling would be
gone with his purse before he ever got back with a portion of Grath's money.
Instead, he went over to Bobby and asked him to go get Grath. Meanwhile, he
went and joined the halfling for a drink.
When Grath arrived they hired Shade as a mercenary and had to pay him
half up front. Then they went to the inn to get some rest before the next
day when they would attack the orcs. Grath realized that he couldn't afford
another night with the amount of money he had. "Tomorrow," he thought aloud,
"I'm gonna have to either come up with some money, or sleep in the streets."
Then his mind strayed to Julie, the elf he had met. "Unless of course
someone wouldn't mind being my roommate and splitting the rent!"
(To be continued)
by Niasen of The Conclave
Soldiers of Tedenon
Part 2 - Rebuilding
(Submitted by Whiiplash)
Darkness closed over the bloody battlesite. Fires, writhing arms
reaching hungrily for the night sky, crackled and hissed across the destroyed
city. Walls, broken and crumbling, collapsed as the wind howled past. Life
was evident only around the fires. . . beyond that, lay only darkness.
Telagor, Commander of the Second Legion of the Red Command, felt a chill
tingle work its way up his spine. The whole city felt, dead. . . yet alive.
As if the bodies were watching through those glazed, never moving eyes. The
most disturbing thought haunting Telagor's troubled mind lay in the issue of
Lord Shenathon's body. Her charred corspe had disappeared before the night
following the attack. The guards were found outside the outer perimeter of
the town walls, bodies twisted and torn to die slowly, life slowly seeping
out. . .
Telagor forced the thoughts from his mind. He looked down at the blade
he had looted from the blacksmith. He felt no pangs of guilt. . . Only
sorrow, as if it were etched in the blade. He felt the name "Black Widow"
felt appropriate, and sheathed it. Perhaps - hopefully - he would never have
to use it.
Bannon had explained a million times how he and another wizard had
survived the blast. In fact, it was a simple globe of invulnerability he had
extended to encompass the other wizard. Given time, he might have surrounded
the whole group, but the blast was quite surprising. "In fact, "he was saying
to the gathered magic users, known as the Elder Council, "I believe she had
cast from this amulet," he said, holding up the amulet so it spun on its
short chain and reflected the light from the candles and torches about the
room. "It is quite powerful. It creates a massive fireball of sorts, that
will destroy even the most powerful of walls. We, we could use this to
destroy the inner, and usually strongest, wall of any fortress we were
attacking. And in the case of defense we could fire it into the main portion
of the advancing army and. . ."
Dawn came slowly, it's golden light cleansing many hearts of the chill
that hung thick in the air. The light spread as if from crack to crack,
slowly taking the darkness from the stronghold. The town was burned to the
ground, fully looted of possessions by the soldiers of Tedenon. The main
castle was left as it was, a few walls still standing but most collapsed and
destroyed. Finally, the dread spread across the hushed crowd of soldiers and
common-folk, the appointed time come. Clerics began a chant, the crowd sung a
tearful song. And slowly, one by one, the bodies were tossed into the fire.
Flames licked at the charred corpses, the fire rose higher. People fell to
their knees in the street, crying out for their loved ones. And slowly, the
final bodies were tossed into the fire. ". . . And may the gods take these
souls, who have fallen in the most glorious way, who have died honorably and
with dignity, to their heavens, where they may escape from the horrors of
this world, and move on to the next, where the gods may protect them. . ."
The crowd, tearful and mourning, stumbled away from the fire, which
still licked and reached for the sky.
A few days later the camps at Shenathon were abandoned. Tedenon was
hard-pressed to recover from the drastic losses, having lost nearly half
their troops. Most were refitted with better weapons and armor, looted from
Shenathon. Blue was merged into the ranks of red, their blue platemail
discarded for the red chain and leather. Most retained their pikes and
spears.
The four companies began to recruit new fighters, and wizards were
trained from the promising commoners or soldiers. Tedenon slowly rebuilt
itself, the ranks of soldiers swelling until they were nearly as large as
before. The new trainees trained day and night, perfecting their skills.
Years passed, scouts monitoring the surrounding strongholds. They were
refitted with black leather armor and daggers, and they would double over as
troops in times of need. The Elite Guard, or Black Knights, recruited very
few new riders, keeping their ranks under a score. Green Archers numbered
over two score, having lost no one on the raid of Shenathon, and the red
soldiers numbered over one-hundred. Brown riders were converted into White
Knights, their skills believed to be adequate to survive under the name. They
were given white plate armor and broadswords, their shining armor looking
magnificent in the sun. The centuars allowed themselves to bear a rider,
making them quite formidable as a team. Catapults were constructed, five of
them, to protect against large-scale assault.
Tedenon rose in power, viewed as the strongest force in the area. Their
fortress shadowed the sprawling town below, which bustled with activity.
Caravans arrived from the West, from the desert, and caravans from Tedenon
departed to the North. Armorers, Inns, Taverns, Temples, Merchants,
Foodstands -- all lined the busy streets. Tedenon was growing. People had
filtered in from surrounding communities and strongholds, and a new section
of the city began construction. Beyond the city walls lay vast fields, where
farmers grew crops to trade with other cities. A new wall was built, this one
just beyond the outermost, forming a large double wall. More soldiers were
trained, more wizards learned their trade. Tedenon was almost indestructable.
Then the news came. A scout, battered and scraped, stumbled into the
throne room and spoke quickly and quietly with the king. A new, powerful
force had arisen. The fortress of Darkwind, second only to Tedenon, was
amassing for war.
"It can only mean one thing. . . " The withered king began, "Commaders,
prepare for war. We will-- can, not be taken down. These fools will be
destroyed!"
The Story of the Bracelet
Chapter 24: A Fearsome Feline
On the bridge of The Phoenix, Leoster, Crystal, and Jasmine gazed into
the crystal ball situated between the two helm chairs. The image on the
sphere was a picture of Agrabah as viewed from above, a gold light was
blinking in an area near the marketplace. "That dot represents magic being
worked at that location." said Leoster "Unfortunately, it's causing
interference with our scrying and preventing us from finding the Master Gem."
"What kind of magic is it?" asked Jasmine "That's the problem." began Leoster
"It could be anything from a Fortune Teller looking into the future, to a
Necromancer creating undead." Suddenly, a green line coming from the edge of
the image traced a path to touch the gold light, turning it a solid green.
"Why don't I like the look of that?" mused Crystal "This is bad." began
Leoster "Looks like whoever's pulling the emerald strings here is corrupting
that spell. We'd better get over there quick!" "We can get there in a hurry
by riding carpet, let's go!" came from Jasmine's lips. Leoster, Crystal, and
Jasmine ran up on deck and Jasmine called to carpet. Both the magical rug and
Genie came. "If you guys are going after the guys who hurt Al, I'm going too.
After all, a little semi-phenomenal nearly-cosmic power might just come in
handy." "Alright Genie, come on." was the response from Jasmine to Genie's
statement. They flew towards the site where the magic was occurring, little
knowing that Jasmine already knew the party involved.
In her sandy lair, Sadira was working a combination of spells that she
was sure would allow her to steal Aladdin's heart, the first of which was in
the making. Suddenly, the energy around the sandy circle turned green and
began to crackle with lightning. "What in the world is happening?!" she
wondered "The spell isn't supposed to do this!" Just then, Leoster, Crystal,
and Jasmine flew in on the flying carpet with Genie flying right behind them.
"Sadira!" began Jasmine "Get out of here! Your spell's being taken
over!" "No way!" retorted Sadira "Nobody messes up one of my spells just when
I'm getting good at them!" Leoster opened his amulet and looked at the
circle, which now floated in air, through it. "This is not good," he said
"that portal is opening onto a plane called Morbia, not a good place." "I'll
say!" said Genie "Morbia is the home of Evil Incarnate, me and Al have gone
up against her before, she goes by the name of-" "Mirage" came a feminine
voice within the portal "at your service." came the voice again as a brown
furred cat the size of a woman walking on 2 legs came out of the portal. In
addition to her usual blood red clothes, she wore an emerald on her belt.
"Well, well, well." Mirage purred "Three heroes ripe for the plucking.
FIRECATS! Destroy them!" Suddenly, several flaming beasts in the shape of
cats flew out of the portal. "Don't worry guys!" came Genie's voice "These
things can't do a thing to you if you're not afraid of them!" With that, he
turned into a lion tamer with whip and chair. He cracked the whip at the
nearest Firecat but instead of it shrinking down, it flew straight at him,
smashed the chair, and cut the whip to shreds with it's fiery claws.
"Gee, that didn't happen last time." came the remark from the
dumbfounded Genie. "Oh, did I forget to mention?" began Mirage "This new
adornment of mine, the one you see on my belt, I'm using it to fuel my
Firecats, no amount of bravery will keep you from being ripped to shreds this
time! HAHAHAHA!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ANNOUNCEMENT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On Freya's eve, the last day of Juno's month, I had the distinct honor of
wedding two most wonderful people. The groom, Dersiden, was wedded to his
lovely bride, BlueRose2, in the Ivy Mansion of LongSaddle. The happy couple
were attended by TruKn1ght, best man, and Skribbles, maid of honor. The
mansion was absolutely filled to bursting with numerous guests who gathered
to share in the couple's happiness on this, the beginning of their voyage of
love together.
Congratulations to them both!!! May their hearts be tightly weaved with love,
together, for all their days.... and beyond........
Submitted by: AllsFaire, occasional woman of the cloth and wedding
coordinator.
Hail Brothers and Sisters of the Protectorate:)
As most of you know, there have been many changes in our guild in the last
few weeks. Quen Dalk and Trustrik have stepped down from the guild
leadership and have assumed the respected positions of TP Elders. I'm sure
that you all join with me in thanking them for their devoted service to TP
;D. They will continue to advise the guild, and I am sure that we will all
benefit from their experience and wisdom. The new Highlord (GM) is Tyst,
former Elite Guard Captain. Valor, former Lord of Mages, will now serve as
the Underlord of TP (AGM). Due to the promotion of Tyst and Valor, and the
retirement of a number of other Class Lords, several other Tp'ers have also
been promoted.
The new Lord list is as follows:
Highlord - Tyst (GM)
Undelord - Valor (AGM)
Membership Chairman - Bonkon
Mages - Algannar, Jecele
Paladins - Sir Dorvan, Talgar
Clerics - Jedi Chris, BBW Lover1
*Fighters - Mioke, Boltthrwr
Rangers - Vslanter, Lord TKE, Swordshear (Ranger Captain)
Elite Guard - Sauradon (Elite Captain), Cudge (Elite Lieutenant)
* - The fighter sect has been temporarily absorbed into the Mages.
Hopefully, the fighters will be returning to their own quarters in the guild
hall soon.
Congratulations to all of the new Lords;>
There are going to be quite a few other changes in the activity of the guild,
as well. There will be one official guild-wide event per month; in addition,
each class will also be sponsoring one class-wide event per month. Of
course, ALL classes are invited and encouraged to attend as many events as
possible, not just the one sponsored by their own respective sects. These
events will be both non-PvP and PvP, so there will be something for everyone.
Also, there will be many activities designed specifically to assist the
Probationary members of the guild in maxing, quest completion, etc. These
changes have been carefully thought out to assure TP's position as the best
guild in NW; however, your participation in these events is a necessity in
order to continue our success. If you have any questions, please contact
your class Lord(s) or Tyst.
Cyas in the realms:)
Swordshear
Ranger Captain of The Protectorate
On the day of the 15th of July in the year of our lord 1995.. I will be
joined by holy matrimony to Lady Cameo.. At that time the Regents of Valor
will have a King and a Queen....
Thanks
gyellejr
regents of valor
gm
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