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Re: Besieging the Halls of Bregodim
Posted: 18 May 2007 09:21 AM |
| ((So this is shaping up to take place at 9:00 PM EST on Sunday night, rally at Lake Ladriel for a prompt departure to the Midor Mountains, & etc. There is a basic plan in place, but if we need to get organized or want to talk tactics, get there a little bit earlier.)) |
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about dying."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means lying in the ground with dirt on your face and holding your breath forever."
-Burt Reynolds, "The End" |
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Re: Besieging the Halls of Bregodim
Posted: 18 May 2007 09:37 AM |
| ((Also know that you're advised to write your last will and testimony. Please give all belongings to anyone else than the Aristi. Failure to do so will result in a very long and painful death.)) |
Luther McIath: I see, so [X is] the right person in the wrong place with the wrong people at the wrong time.
[Fictrix] ... And can speak French, like both! Wait, I mean Elven. |
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Re: Besieging the Halls of Bregodim
Posted: 18 May 2007 11:53 PM |
"Thank you for coming, Porter."
The halfling was not handsome like most of the halflings that Salt called his friends. He had less hair than Salt did, and wore thick spectacles in front of his face. He was young, severe, intelligent and disciplined. And he was well trained as a scribe. He arrived recently to Salt's employ with excellent credentials, and he arrived this evening with his writing desk and ink pot ready to work. So it was with Porter. Dressed in the middle of the night and ready to work in less than half an hour, with but a whisper from Salt's homunculus and familiar, which incidentally whispered with Salt's own voice.
"The first letter should be addressed to the Eamon Elders. These are Bregodim Dwarves, who dwell presently on the Shores of Ferein."
Salt began speaking, and Porter wrote. "Revered Elders from the Halls of Bregodim, who have led the Dwarves to a safe haven... "
"Yes, those characters should be in the capital case, for emphasis: Safe Haven."
"I write now to alert you of an action of consequence to the Dwarven sons and daughters who now take shelter in Ferein's harbor. Truly it is of consequence to all those Bregodim who have scattered across the land and are now lost to your guidance. I write of a conclusive battle to destroy those Durzagon and Atalan who now occupy the Halls of your people."
Salt paused. How much detail was necessary? All of it. It would be decided in a day or two, and the more that the Dwarven elders knew, the better.
"This action is proposed as the first in a series of brutal defeats that the Grey Dwarves and Dark Elves shall suffer."
A deep breath taken in and released. Salt stood and fell back into his seat. Porter put down his writing desk and brought a bottle and a thick-walled, footed glass to the table where Salt sat. He uncorked it and poured a few drams of Brandibuck cognac into the glass. The drink warmed the seer and cheered him.
Salt nodded to Porter and the halfling took up his writing desk again. His hand poised above the page and began to mark out Salt's words in a coded shorthand: "We see this action as necessary to demonstrate the consequences of attacking the good kind that dwell upon the surface ~ We being a group of wizards and warriors who have witnessed the evil acts of these creatures and wish to see an end to the suffering caused by these attacks ~ and we now envision further victories against this enemy of yours and ours, until this land can again be called Our Territory."
"Your warriors have a part to play in destroying utterly those Durzagon who now occupy the Halls of Bregodim. In two nights We will rally at the side of Lake Ladriel, and at the appointed hour we move on the Midor Mountains. We will gain entrance to the Halls and move the earth to trap the Durzagon inside with their Atalan compatriots."
Salt put a corpse-hand around the bottle of cognac and filled his glass to overflowing. This he spilled on down his chin as he drank, and drank, until the drink was finished.
"Will we slay every one, save for a few to tell the tale."
Then we will continue... perhaps to M'Gok Tukar, perhaps to Undreath itself...
"Word will also go out to the Ferein Council, as they are in an excellent position to contribute towards our victory in this nearing battle. However for none would this victory be more meaningful than your people gathered in Ferein's harbor."
"Please accept this invitation. Join us in this victory."
"Your Servant, Salt Sower."
"Read that back to me, will you Porter?"
* * * * *
When he was satisfied that the letter to the Dwarven elders was complete, Salt's secretary set down to copy it onto good stock that would bear the mage's seal. As Porter did this, Salt took up some of that same fine vellum paper and moved a chair incrementally closer to Porter's, so that they could share one pot of ink.
Porter remarked on this with his eyes, which were magnified large under ground and polished glasses.
"They know my hand," Salt explained, "And I want them to see that this request comes directly from me. And besides... there isn't time for me to correct your phonetic Elven. I speak it, and you don't."
Porter shrugged and went to his work.
In his mind Salt laid out the letter to the Ferein Council. He composed it from start to finish, revised it, and then set it down flawlessly on a single sheet of Vellum.
* * * * *
The two documents were sealed. As dawn approached, Salt was dressed in his orange traveling robes, and took up his walking staff. He stepped into his clogs, and then called forth magic to envelop his body such that he might make the journey to Ferein's shores despite his recent physical limitations.
Each was delivered to its intended recipient. One went to the Bregodim elders. The other, to Ferein's ruling council. Salt did not await their answer. There was no time. To each was revealed the day and hour at which the attack would be launched, and the rallying point and route that would bring the siege upon the Halls of Bregodim. |
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about dying."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means lying in the ground with dirt on your face and holding your breath forever."
-Burt Reynolds, "The End" |
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Re: Besieging the Halls of Bregodim
Posted: 20 May 2007 04:00 PM |
| ((About five hours from now at Lake Ladriel - Salt will be there early if anyone wants to talk strategy.)) |
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about dying."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means lying in the ground with dirt on your face and holding your breath forever."
-Burt Reynolds, "The End" |
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Re: Besieging the Halls of Bregodim
Posted: 20 May 2007 04:52 PM |
| ((I'll be there!)) |
Luther McIath: I see, so [X is] the right person in the wrong place with the wrong people at the wrong time.
[Fictrix] ... And can speak French, like both! Wait, I mean Elven. |
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Re: Besieging the Halls of Bregodim
Posted: 20 May 2007 11:14 PM |
((hmm....
not a heck of a lot of warning to get a DM in there)) |
Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly.
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"...Cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good."
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<@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.
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Re: Besieging the Halls of Bregodim
Posted: 21 May 2007 01:06 AM |
Lucifer watched them all leave the charnel house that was once the home of the dwarves. It'd been the most poorly executed plan of attack he'd ever read about and yet their biggest weakness turned out to be their strength.
Talion.
Who thought to bring him along? Unable or unwilling to listen to reason, cursed by something he definately had not been cured of, the power inside him turned him into deaths reaper.
There were more Duergar and Atalan than expected, but then they had not closed off the tunnels before attacking in numbers so the reinforcements were inevitable.
In the end, even the reinforcements died, nd that was what he wanted to achieve. If the duergar came back, they'd be slaughtered again until they were convinced it was no longer worth holding.
Somehow Lucifer thought they wouldn't be coming back soon though. |
Purpose in life: finding better ways of allowing players to kill themselves. Repeatedly.
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"...Cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good."
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<@James42> Lawful good isn't in your vocabulary, it's on your menu.
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The next target.
Posted: 13 Jun 2007 12:01 PM |
Beyond the stretch of cold community known as Icy Vale, lie a small hot spring, run by an elvish lass who tended to the ill. Beyond that is a small community ample in farmland, resources, and viable trade.
All of this land was claimed by the Dark Dwarves, their oclun slaves toiling the land day and night, building their resources while hindering the surrounding populace from it.
This is what was on Tristian's mind as he paced the Aegea, walking silently from port to starboard, bow to stern, walking while Captian Vailen barked orders at the crew, giving the hunter a wary eye as he stayed out of the shipmate's way. Even when the ship seemed to head into a bad storm, Tristian did not stray from the deck, watching the rain and lightning come down, pausing for only a moment to enjoy the natural beauty of this chaos.
Talion had given him the most sage advice:
Kaukus Mur, the Dwarven Commander, is in Ferein, unless he has moved back into the Halls. You will need him, and the Bregodim army, to maintain hold of Gladden after you keep it. Failure to do so... commander, will only result in the underdwarves re-taking it, a waste of time.
Tristian would arrive on the shores of Ferein, a clear mind and a will to succeed in place. He volunteered to lead this assault, and now he would back it up. The only thing in the way was the politics, which were the hardest part.
He would enter the elvish city, seeking out the Dwarven commander, hoping to persuade him about the need to save the fields of Gladden, as well as the city of M'Gok Tukar. They would need to eliminate all of them, and ensure that they would not make another entry into that territory ever again.
It would be a small battle, but could prove to be the most vital one of them all. Victory meant resources for the people to live on, to make weapons from, and rally for the next target, whatever that was.
Failure... meant death. |
Tristian and Elghinn.
NWN logon =UltimatiumOmega
Lost item: Fire Bomb
Tristian Vike damages Erin: 19 (19 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Tristian Vike: 7 (7 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Kard Snyder: 10 (10 Fire) |
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Re: The next target.
Posted: 13 Jun 2007 12:22 PM |
((Being too busy with work and real life in general, I'm unable to play for long periods. So, please continue this without waiting for X. Just get it over with already! It's been going on for far too long. Kick those nasty ... I mean naughty people back to their caverns.
No more talking, no more planning for weeks. Just go and do it! Yus!!1!!oneone!!one!11!
)) |
Luther McIath: I see, so [X is] the right person in the wrong place with the wrong people at the wrong time.
[Fictrix] ... And can speak French, like both! Wait, I mean Elven. |
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Hopes of an Alliance.
Posted: 14 Jun 2007 05:32 PM |
((Please adhere to the standard OOC disclaimer regarding the following.))
Tristian placed himself on one of the chairs that encircled a table in the Falling Stars Inn. The determination spread across his face, the intent on getting something done, was drawn out through his words. He would remain here until he was given an answer regarding the aid that Talion advised of. 'Stressed' was a comparable, if not better, word for the tone he had regarding the situation. But his concern lie in the possibility of the Bregodim defenders being unable to dive the aid he seeked, or unable to maintain a hold on Gladden, once it was recaptured. Yet, this did not dissuade him from coming to the elvish city and asking face to face.
His quill stroked the paper elegantly, writing with almost a touch of his youth returning to his movements. He kept up at his task, re-reading and re-writing the paper twice, before finally settling on how the words appeared before him. He stood, and tucked the paper into an envelope, and walked to the castle, the one that Princess Sairalindë Nénharma occupied before she was slain by an arrow at her coronation. The guard watching the door remained silent, even when the hunter in the black armor, strode up to him, and presented the document.
Tristian offered a greeting in elvish, and then returned to his normal dialect, still a student in learning the elvish tongue. "Vmaaanelvla. Please see that this gets to a superior officer through the proper channels." The guard looked at him, and nodded.
The hunter bowed to the elvish lad, turned, and strode off. He was sure that the letter would be processed by the Tel'Elena, completely understanding that they would fear an attack, or magical rune inscribed inside it could mean a warning. Despite none being there, they would see the letter, and he hoped it would eventually reach the hands of Kaukus Mur. He was the commander of the Dwarven army still in Ferein, and hoped a meeting with him would be emminent.
Tristian feared that he was beginning to run out of time, but patiently waited for word to get back to him.
To Commander Kaukus Mur, leader of the Bregodim defenders, as well as the Ferein military, and council-
My name is Tristian Vike. I am one of the few who were vital in the reclaming of the Halls of Bregodim from the Atalan and Durgazon forces that had previously occupied it. The Halls are now empty, desolate, and patiently awaiting the rightful followers to take it back, the residences waiting to be occupied again, the mines awaiting the axes of those who wish to harvest it.
I have entered the city of Ferein, intent on communicating our needs regarding the second target for our efforts to purge these dark elves and dark dwarves from our land: the city of M'Gok Tukar, as well as the surrounding fields of Gladden. As you may well know, these fields are vital to the rest of Vives, providing grains for food to feed the populace. The orclun city also contains a mine to forge weapons, armor, and necessary metals to aid in times of warfare, as well as economical stability.
If possible, I request an audience with those who would be responsible for the dwarvish army's next action, and possibly the council of the elves of Ferein, in requesting aid to help keep a grasp on our new target after the team that I have assembled reclaims it. A victory in this battle will benefit all, allowing us to harvest food and supplies from this essential land once again.
I will be staying in the Falling Stars Inn, in the high quarter of Ferein, for as long as it is necessary, until I am given an audience, or a denial of such.
I humbly ask for your help in this matter. Together, we can share this victory, and further drive the enemy back in our effort to purge the land of this nuisance.
-Tristian Vike |
Tristian and Elghinn.
NWN logon =UltimatiumOmega
Lost item: Fire Bomb
Tristian Vike damages Erin: 19 (19 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Tristian Vike: 7 (7 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Kard Snyder: 10 (10 Fire) |
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Gladden
Posted: 20 Jun 2007 08:11 AM |
((
Sunday 24 Jun 07,
08:00
Sydney time
(Convert from Australia/Sydney TZ to your own)
Some essential notes. Please read them all. ALL PCs ARE ASSUMED TO HAVE READ THESE POINTS PRIOR TO ATTENDING.
Prep
* Most basic, expendable supplies will be provided for free; arrive early to pick up
* Merchants will be available beforehand and will sell more expensive supplies at discounted price; arrive 30-60 minutes early or place an order beforehand because they will be limboed out as soon as the event proper kicks off
Briefing
* The event will kick off with a briefing by Tristian; there will be no committees/planning/having a cuppa tea etc; whatever plan he delivers is the plan that will be adhered to
* Don't talk during the briefing; use Tells or Whispers if you must
* That includes asking questions; leave all questions until the end, as the topic may be covered during the course of the briefing
* This is so the briefing is over and done as soon as possible and the action can really begin; speaking from experience this could end up taking about 5 hours if things like the briefing are allowed to drag on
During the Event
* It is assumed that your character is there because they actually want to be there (or has secret sinister motives; whatever). No one is forcing anyone to attend, so if you want to go about business as usual, then please don't feel obligated to tag along just because there's a big event on. If you want to come, come; if you don't, you don't have to.
* Tristian will be party leader; therefore let him do the leading. For best results, don't do anything unless he's ordered it. NWN's engine is very limited.
* Don't rush ahead. This is how PCs often die. See previous point.
* Due to engine limitations, this will be more text-based than mechanics-based. If something happens IG, don't react to it straight away. Count to five. Wait to see if any flavour text pops explaining what just happened.
* Despite the epic nature of the storyline, this event is for all levels (and classes, races, etc). It will probably employ strategies that the engine won't normally allow through the use of text, equipment provided, etc.
* Due to engine limitations and to reduce lag, some NPCs (both friendly and hostile) will be represented by text descriptions. So, again, wait for the descriptions.
* Don't party up. It only increases lag. You may do it to cast party-affecting buffs, but then make sure to disband the party when you're done.
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Re: Gladden
Posted: 20 Jun 2007 08:48 AM |
| ((I get Saturday night 6:00 PM EST them what's in my TZ - correct me if I'm wrong)) |
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about dying."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means lying in the ground with dirt on your face and holding your breath forever."
-Burt Reynolds, "The End" |
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Re: Gladden
Posted: 20 Jun 2007 01:49 PM |
| ((excellent!)) |
Tristian and Elghinn.
NWN logon =UltimatiumOmega
Lost item: Fire Bomb
Tristian Vike damages Erin: 19 (19 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Tristian Vike: 7 (7 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Kard Snyder: 10 (10 Fire) |
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Re: Gladden
Posted: 20 Jun 2007 02:58 PM |
He had come down the stairs, when the lady behind the counter flashed him a smile, and notified him of a message. It bore all the official seals, and was slid across the counter to the hunter.
He snatched it off the counter, took out one knife of many, and dragged it across the wax, slicing it right off, unveiling the parchment within, looking it over twice with the eyes constructed of frozen water.
They were going to lend aid.
Tristian Vike smiled. This was what he was waiting for. He tossed the woman behind the counter a small bag of gold, and left Ferein immediately.
Preparations for the great battle. He had his hand-picked team, and now he needed to notify them that it would happen in a few days.
After that... he would begin preparing himself. |
Tristian and Elghinn.
NWN logon =UltimatiumOmega
Lost item: Fire Bomb
Tristian Vike damages Erin: 19 (19 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Tristian Vike: 7 (7 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Kard Snyder: 10 (10 Fire) |
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Re: Gladden
Posted: 21 Jun 2007 05:38 PM |
((I am sorry to say something has come up and I can't make this. I will be around 2 to 3 hours later in the night. So hopefully eveyone can drag this out till then.  ))
DSM-IV |
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Re: Gladden
Posted: 21 Jun 2007 05:57 PM |
| ((Chances for me making it are getting slimmer and slimmer as time passes. Either I'll arrive and bail in the middle, or not at all, as the event will probably last the greater part of my night and I got arrangements sunday morning, plus a driving lesson, and I can't come to a driving lesson with only three or less hours of sleep!)) |
WickedArtist: I think he needs a proper elf.
WickedArtist: A christmas elf!
Tasra: Any sort of elf that actually smiles ;o
Gasp! Scandalous!!! |
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Re: Gladden
Posted: 21 Jun 2007 06:04 PM |
| ((Saturday night 5 pm CST? I may be a little late as well -- 3 hours at most)) |
T'mok Gurzi
Resident Gnoll Warlord
patron for the noble yet drink addled
Timik Gorozai the Mistake |
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Re: Gladden
Posted: 21 Jun 2007 10:38 PM |
| ((Not sure on what to do here. Should it be moved ahead/postponed?)) |
Tristian and Elghinn.
NWN logon =UltimatiumOmega
Lost item: Fire Bomb
Tristian Vike damages Erin: 19 (19 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Tristian Vike: 7 (7 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Kard Snyder: 10 (10 Fire) |
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Re: Gladden
Posted: 21 Jun 2007 10:49 PM |
| ((well if Fictrix can do it 3 hours later I can come the whole time.)) |
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Re: Gladden
Posted: 21 Jun 2007 11:02 PM |
| ((Does 3 hours later work better for everybody? PM me and I'll change the time if I have to.)) |
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Re: Gladden
Posted: 23 Jun 2007 01:03 AM |
| ((much appreciated. thank you)) |
T'mok Gurzi
Resident Gnoll Warlord
patron for the noble yet drink addled
Timik Gorozai the Mistake |
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Re: Gladden
Posted: 23 Jun 2007 07:59 PM |
| ((Starting in one hour)) |
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Re: Gladden
Posted: 24 Jun 2007 12:32 AM |
They moved ahead, the dwarves taking positions along the road they travelled.
The leader, unsure of himself, strode forward. His 'front line' behind him, his 'archers', the 'mages', and Alis, all of which played a vital role.
The chief, traitor and coward, was slain in front of Tristian's eyes as the dwarves cut him down.
The exile, welcomed back into her homeland again.
Those who fought... all walked away.
The land was now free again.
Gladden had returned to the people, under the watchful eye of Bregodim Dwarves, and the Druids of Ferein.
The orcs reclaimed their city, and feasted that night.
A lone hunter strode off, thankful it turned out almost exactly like planned. His mind slipped, wondered what the next target would be... and pondered if a group of few could defeat a nation that lie underground.
"Undreath... we are coming..." |
Tristian and Elghinn.
NWN logon =UltimatiumOmega
Lost item: Fire Bomb
Tristian Vike damages Erin: 19 (19 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Tristian Vike: 7 (7 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Kard Snyder: 10 (10 Fire) |
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Re: Gladden
Posted: 01 Jul 2007 10:37 AM |
| Screen shots from the liberation of M'Gok Tukar |
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about dying."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means lying in the ground with dirt on your face and holding your breath forever."
-Burt Reynolds, "The End" |
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