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Message in Icy Vale
Posted: 16 Dec 2006 01:55 PM |
A message was found attached to the Icy Vale Barracks, next to the door. It's neatly written in black ink, and reads:
"Seeking brave adventurers to assist in the retrieval of a halbard lost in the area around Beldin's Ravine.
Resistance and natural dangers include: Dire frost wolves, frostfolk, and frost giants.
Compensation will be paid in gold.
If interested, leave your name below.
-Shard"
((I'm aiming for Sunday evening (17th), but it's flexible depending on the people who actually want to go.))
((Update: Heading back to the Ravine at 5:30pm EST)) |
Shard Aerinmane - Spellsword
Avion Bladesaint - Pugilist
Vincent Lawful - Adventurer
"One Color ~ Countless Shades" |
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Re: Message in Icy Vale
Posted: 17 Dec 2006 12:18 PM |
*In a poor scrawl*
Hans Wilhelm
((Yah, sure. Might as well get killed over a stupid weapon.)) |
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Re: Message in Icy Vale
Posted: 17 Dec 2006 12:27 PM |
((I'm available for this depending on time. If it's before, say 10 PM I'll be working, but please do not let me stop anything.))
In a small trace of ink, the name Vike is written in the lower left hand corner of the parchment. |
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: Message in Icy Vale
Posted: 17 Dec 2006 05:34 PM |
*written with blood and elegant script*
Josaphine. |
All Rincewind could manage to say was, "You know, I never imagined there were he-dryads. Not even in an oak tree."
Durellae Snorted "Stupid! Where do you think acorns come from?" . . .
(Terry Prachett, "The Color of Magic") |
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Re: Message in Icy Vale
Posted: 17 Dec 2006 09:29 PM |
Valethrion strides into Icy Vale, by way of Coldheart Canyon. He smiles as the air becomes minutely warmer, then begins to talk to himself.
"Hmm...So, another King slain. I wonder how long it will take to replace him and, further, how long it will take Helk-"
Both his voice and stride halt abruptly. The Elf hesitates for a moment, then walks towards the bullet on the doorframe.
"Oh..." Valethrion he murmurs, a grin touching his lips. "This is just too good. Too good..."
He opens one of the various pouches hanging from his shoulders and takes out a small wooden case. From the case is taken a jet-black quill and a bottle of ink. The ink, as a result of Valethrion's most recent foray, is frozen solid.
Muttering a curse in Elven, he looks around for something to write with, then looks at Josaphine's signature.
"Hmm...At least I'm not overly superstitious..." Valethrion takes a knife from his belt, sucks in a breath, and cuts into his left forearm, much deeper than intended. He touches the tip of the quill into the wound, then presses it against the paper.
Several elegant, cursive, Elven words (and half as many dips into his arm) later, Valethrion leaves the barrack doorway, and soon after he leaves the area competely.
[Written in Elven.]
Despite our past differences, I would like to join you in your endeavor.
Of course, it is your decision as to whether or not my spells will join yours.
Please contact me at the Broken Mask with your decision.
- Valethrion Veziel
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WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE |
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