Weave Master Role Play

[Osadam]

\\Very nice indeed.

[Zlayer]

//Nice post Ri762. I'm so impressed I want Bernard to kill all my PC's from now on 8-P

[ragnarok1983]

//Stellar write-up Ri!

--------------------Ore and Ire--------------------

A man dressed in orange and black robes, weilding a heavy shield and a flat-headed warhammer is heard cursing in some alley in Beregost. He throws the hammer against the wall of his establishment cracking several stones while berating an unseen individual with the long-winded shouts of an energetic elder man.

"To hells with it all! Not a good damnable ounce of ore in these lands! Bah! How's a man supposed to run a shop in this place if he cannot get the raw materials! That sunnuva ------ing ------es! Otto hires out all these damnable youth to get ore and he doesn't sell back a damned thing to anyone besides Maltz and Thunderhammer! To hells with them all! I, Bron Ferros will just not stand fer it! Bunch of good fer nuthin -----ing arses!"

With that, he storms out of the alley besides his humble establishment, grabs his hammer, and offers a swift kick to the crumbled remains of several stone bricks. After stubbing his toe and releasing a string of curses that would make a devil blush, he continues up the road north towards the mines of Cloakwood. Onlookers may see him occasionally throw is arms up and flail about wildly while cursing too himself about any number of things, ranging from "youngins, lizardfolk, Otto, Tymora," etc.

With haste, he continues trotting down the road immersed in frustration only to be stopped dead in his tracks by the request of an archer named Fenrii and an accomplice.

"Oi, you! We need someone ta guard the feckin mines. We are going to incinerate the place an' we need someone to keep people outta there. We 'git some damned feckin evil inside there."

Bron put his own troubles behind him for a moment, as he recalled his alliance and oath to the Weave Masters. Without hesitation he marches off to the caverns uttering a few humble prayers and enchanting himself with a few defensive spells, "just in case."

Shortly after his arrival, people begin showing up either attempt to enter the caverns or to assist in some sort of expedition that Bron had no idea about.

After some time Fenrii returns with nothing short of a platoon of men to augment the six or seven already waiting at the cavern entrance. The party organizes themselves and are intent on "cleaning the place out." Bron, with all his built up angst and need to obtain ore decides to join the expedition, though he is entirely unprepared for what lies within. Shortly after confronting the first few beasts, Bron realizes that his spellbook filled with flaming incantations will be exceptionally useless. With firmly pursed lips, he shuts the book and slides it back into his pack.

It takes nearly two days to complete the grand mission... Bugbears, Umber Hulks, and hordes of evil firey beasts infest the place. It does not take an arch mage to figure out that a darker presence lies somewhere in the depths of the caverns. The deepest portions of the caverns were filled wall to wall and door to door with the creatures! At the lowest level of the horribly infested cavern is an open portal, seemingly guarded by some being... a being that turns out to be from the lower planes itself!

The battle against the being and his minions raged for some time and many fell, but eventually the beast was slain. Bron himself was burned beyond recognition and only made it out alive thanks to one of the survivors discovering several raise dead scrolls. Shortly after the survivors got the less-fortunate back to their feet did the whole place start to shake violently! With a cave-in of the mines immenent, the large group of adventurers barreled through the tunnels and sprinted for the exit. Just as the last adventurer tumbled out of the cavern, the place collapsed.

Abby Winters went about patching up anyone injured while Bron silently cursed to himself "What the -----ing hells... I'll never get that damned ore now!" With that, he tore his hood off his head, threw it to ground, and pursed his lips with bottled hatred.

He procedes to mutter audibly:

Well... I suppose the Weave Masters will need to hear of this. It ain't like I have something better to do. A smith without ore is like a tavern without a who---*pauses and clears his throat* like a tavern without "ale." Hmph.

[ragnarok1983]

link to Steel's event below:

----------Portal People----------

Bron Ferros finishes giving Otto a good stern talking-to with much finger wagging, then takes his leave heading out the east gate, then south on the Trade Way. Up ahead he sees a large gathering of people and huge portal.

"Awwwww hells. What is going to incinerate m'flesh this time. Gah."

After giving a decent sized stone a swift kick, reminding himself at once why kicking large rocks is not a good idea, he limps off to the gathering of people. He is overwhelmed by all the events that ended up taking place. First, he sees the corpse of Aulith on the ground... the same man that gave Bron enough lip that he wished the man would perish. Any hint of guilt is quickly washed away when numerous people around the corpse accuse him of attempted murder and outright slandar.

"Serves the bastid right then. Hmph."

Bron spits on the corpse and then listens to others' conversation about the goings-on with the portal. A small child seems to be responsible for the gate way claiming a "message from [his] father" The child proceeds to recite what they all quickly discover is the summoning of black dragon. A couple persons are tossed to the ground like ragdolls, though thankfully with the number of people present, they were able to defeat the scaley beast.

Not to long after the triumphant victory over the summoned creature does the child beckon a lich drake!

"Hells... I knew it'd come to this. Come on knees, just hold together a few more moments... don't give on me now!"

Several more comrades fall, but thanks to the quick action of some healers, it appears they all make it out alive, though not by much. The child says something about coming back and... something else... but Bron is unable to make it out over all the commotion. He does hear something about the "Father's" name...

"Damned hearing... damned youngins and all their racket. Bah! Least I got a sketch of the kid and a name of the kid's "Pa." N... Hrm... Neumaeth me'thinks. Hmph. Guess it's back to the Tower fer me then. Surely m'fellow Weave Masters will need to be informed."

With that, he grabs the "sorry arse" of Aulith Solharrad, and drops the body at the gate to the Fist Headquarters. After that "joyful" errand, he returns to the Tower to brief the others on the recent events.

[MercTroop]

*A note is left beneath many of Dalle's posters. The writing is in the hand of a child and quite scrawled*

Here ye Here ye!!

Daddy says Drow are big meanies and evil...worse than him....even if it is a matter of sperpective...I think...

Anywho...I'm offerin' a laaargee reeeward for the Head of the Halfelf known as Seadin...if he likes Drow so much...he can go where Daddy is gonna send them....

Bring me his head, and I'll give you aaaloottt of gold!!!

Daddy said something about 10 tousand...I think that's a lot....and I don't give a Gith's Green Butt how you do it!!!

*signed*

Jaedin.

((Bounty, proof of death via screen shot is required))

Zolf posts the bounty on a pillar of the ishtari tower main lobby. Purposely intended for all to see. Visiting the kitchen he spends his time eating some fresh made short cakes, sound of the towers inhabitants stirring grabs his attention. Before questions can be asked he leaves the tower promptly vanishing into the streets.

[Ri762]

The tradeway - midnight - squeaking wheels - huffing horses - howling wolves. A caravan consisting of several wagons passes the woods south of Baldur's Gate.

The wagons are loaded with wares, merchants and people who paid for a safe trip to the City. The horses neigh nervous as the smell of death reaches their noses - the caravanleader hits them a few times with his whip - the wagons don't stop.

A man is hanging from the branch of a tree, swinging slightly back and forth, a rope around his neck, a dark stain of dried blood on the ground.

One of the mercenaries who have been hired to secure the caravan jumps of a moving wagon. His face grimaces in awe as he tries to examine the battered corpse. Several cuts and stab-wounds cover the lifless body - the clothes teared apart - the armor shattered.

The freelancer kneels to the ground and looks across the area. The trace of a person being dragged towards the tree leads his view to a small camp nearby.

More dark stains which are spilled across the remains of a broken bench - footprints of adventurers who obviously took a rest at the fire are mixed with the imprints of something not-human - obviously the repercussions of a short but intense fight - the man tightens the grip around his halbert and looks around nervous. He tries to poke the corpse with his weapon to see if the man really took his last breath.

The furious growl of a wolf lurking near the tree, obviously guarding the body of the Weavemaster, can be heard - the freelancer hesitates and instead moves slowly backwards. He jumps on one of the other wagons - they don't stop.

[SteelForgedSword]

By Order of the Dukes of Baldurs Gate!

The Half Elf known as Seadin is hereby BANNED from the City of Baldurs Gate, upon penalty of DEATH if he returns for multiple incidences of Drow Collaboration and attempted murder of Jorn the farmer as he attempted to slay a Half Drow!!!

Tolerance is Treason!!!

Let this be a lesson!! Any who stand in the way of The Fist in the matters of the Drow will be arrested!! If they draw steel, they will perish with the Dark Ones they harbor and protect!!

Let these words spread through out the Land!!!

This city will not fall to the Darkness that seeks to over take it.

--The Dukes of Baldurs Gate.

*A Flaming Fist soldier slams the note on Istari Tower and yells into the public greeting room*

Ye better respond ta this!!! By Order of the Dukes!! He's a known Collaborator and this ain't tha' First time!!!

I know ye boys had it rough with The Exarch..uh...yeah..but this is an insult ta the Dukes and the good people of Baldurs Gate!!!

Tha' Dukes have spoken!!! And yer decision is ta be given within the Day via messenger ((PM to DM STEEL from someone)) or their will be consequences for Istari!!!

*the soldier wanders off shouting about the reward again*


"10 THOUSAND GOLD FER THE CAPTURE OF SEADIN ALEROS, DROW LOVER EXTRAORDINARE!!!! 10 THOUSAND ALIVE!!! 6 FER HER IS HEAD!!! LET WORD SPREAD!!!

[ragnarok1983]

*Returning from one of his frequent absences Bron Ferros pours through all the correspondance now cluttering Istari. Both notices leave him very concerned. Standing by his door, he looks down at the papers with his sour and leathery face. Just as he finishes reading he hears the voice of a Fist in the entry hollering about Seadin. He clinks and clanks about the Tower, meandering down the stairs from his room. He doesn't give the soldier much more than a second to even see him in the doorway before he "lets into him"*

Soldier! You, yes you! Me and you are goin-ta have a little sit down right now.

I got this damned notice about Seadin already. *shakes the paper in his hand with angered vigor* And what in the hells do you suspect a lowly wizard like m'self can do about it, egh!? I've seen the man mayhaps twice in m'life and I got a Fist sent here hollerin about consequences for the Tower if ya don't git a response!

Does anyone demand a response from the Fist when one of em starts a barfight, or one of the bastids goes sour and betrays Baldur's Gate!? By, the hells no!

Now you listen here youngin. I may be a crass old man, and ya can hate m'tone understandably. But you know I have a point. *Flings out one of the messages left by his door* You see this!? DO YOU SEE THIS!? Let m'read it to you! *clears his throat and summarizes* "Foggy has been taken prisoner by a feckin DROW!"

*shoves the notice to the Fist officer*

I am too low in rank to speak for tha Tower, I can only speak for m'self. I ain't a drow-lover and I ain't too familiar with the supposed drow-lover you hunt. But I am familiar with this wizard "Foggy" and I intend ta do what I must ta save him from those Underdarkies as soon as I find a Diviner that can locate his whereabouts.

Now if ya don't mind I need ta be on m'way. It's a long perilous journey I'm sure and there is much to prepare for. Take this notice about Foggy's capture as a response. I'm sure the dukes are intelligent enough that they would know an ally when they see one. We've been there for the Fist, we've allied with the Gate countless times. We might have a bad apple in the group and now we get these threats.

Bah!

*Hands him Mullerin's notice with some force, tightens the straps of his armor, and throws his robe over the top of his plate mail. The old man and his sour demeanor head to the corner of the room where some of his armaments lie. He picks up the shield bearing Istari's Coat of Arms, his old forging hammer which he quickly wipes smattered blood off of, and flips his hood up over his aging forge-tanned face. With his equipment prepared, he shoots the Fist a quick stern stare and marches towards the door, kicking it open with force, and begins marching for the East Gate.*

[SteelForgedSword]

*the soldier looks at him and speaks calmly*

"Banish him from yer ranks...quickly...ye've been warned...if yer just a pion tell the The Captain..."

*he goes back to shouting about the Bounty*

[Cort Thundershot]

Istari's lobby was empty save for the swirling of blue and white lights marking powerful magic. A figure could be seen taking shape as the lights quickened their pace. Once they had receeded, Elias stood with his eyes closed and his head bowed. He looked around the lobby a moment before moving on to the rest of the tower. Once he had inspected his home, he went directly to his quarters. As he sat at his desk to read his correspondences, he thought to himself.

The hour is late, and there is much to be done. My work will begin in the morning.

[broham1]

A slight breeze blew across the coast on this morning. The trade way was starting to bustle, the people of the gate growing increasingly louder as citizens haggled with vendors. Dallenthel decided he would walk today. Get out of the city and see what he could find, little did he know that what he would find would be horrific…

“Good morning to you Jorn, how is the family?” The knight asked with a smile across his face, “Keeping them safe?”

“O’ course I am Sir Dallenthel.” He stated as his face turned to that of worry., “Ye ‘aven’t ‘eard, ‘ave ye?”

“Heard what?” The young elf asked, “I’ve been recovering…”

“Yer friend, tha one ye went in tha well wit tha other day. Ye know tha bearded feller.” Jorn replied, his voice shakey.

Dallenthel nodded to Jorn, as concern took over his face.

“Well, I ‘ate ta be tha one at tell ye this…” Jorn paused for a moment, “He’s ‘angin from a tree down tha road. I woulda cut ‘im down but I didn’t want me or me family ta be next.”

Dallenthel got light headed for a moment, but quickly forced himself to regain control. He then burst into a sprint down to the caravan camp. As he approached the camp, he could see a figure swinging from the tree.

“NOOOO!” Dallenthel screamed, “This cannot be!”

He quickly ran to the tree and proceeded to cut his friend down, taking care not to be to rough on the body. Looking him over, a single tear fell from Dallenthels eye. “What happened my friend?” He asked the lifeless body, knowing there would be no answer.

Reaching into his pack and producing a vial of black liquid, he quickly drank the concoction. Feeling strengthened by the elixir, Dallenthel picked up his friend and carried him back to Baldur’s Gate.

“Step aside!” He yelled as he passed people along the road. Upon entering the City those that seen him knew to get out of his way. Dallenthel made his way straight to Istari tower, yelling to the Guardians as he approached the front door.

“Open the damned door! The Overwatch needs the priestess!” His voice almost cracking as he screamed the words. The guardians opened the door with haste, one of them grabbing Bernard and helping the knight bring him inside.

“Aeili!” Dallenthel yelled, his voice echoing off the walls inside the tower. “Please, go find the Priestess.” he urged to the Guardian, “I will take him to his room. Tell her what has happened, and that she will need powerful magic to bring him back.”

“Aye!” The guardian sprung into action, finding the priestess and relaying the message.

Dallenthel carried Bernard up the steps and to his room, placing him upon the bed. Kneeling beside him, he wrapped his hands around his Periapt of the Seldarine and prayed. Within minutes Aeili burst through the door.

“Please Sir Dallenthel, I need you to leave the room.” Aeili said to the elf as she rushed around and prepared for the resurrection. “Thank you for bringing him back to us….Now go.”

Dallenthel nodded and left the room. Once outside the door, the elf collapsed to the floor…

[williamfredrickson]

Captain William Fredrickson slammed his heavy blade back into its scabbard with a metallic clang of finality.

“That was a good spar, Guardian. Your skills are improving.”

“Truly? Thank you, Sir!”

The training room was dimly lit by the glow of few magical torches, an attempt to recreate a the low-light environment of a cavern. The effect was further enhanced by an enchantment that drastically increased the coldness of the air, making the chamber feel as frozen as the far off lands of Icewind Dale. Despite the freezing air, Captain William was sweating profoundly. The young Guardian had been good. Very good. The man’s rapier had threatened to fly past William’s guard several times, and it took all of William’s determination to parry each blow effectively.

William wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and fixed his gaze on the Guardian. “You can report back here tomorrow at the same time… we’ll cover ranged weapons next. Dismissed!”

The Guardian gave a crisp salute, and Captain William returned it, trying to hide is fatigue. When the young man left the room, he slumped down onto a nearby bench and groaned. The pain in his leg was like fire. He had thought that it would heal eventually, but his recent near-death experience in the Cloakwood with the witch and the demon had wrecked havoc on the injured leg. Though the divine light of Mystra, and the healing efforts of the Tower Chaplin had healed all of his other wounds to great affect, the leg still troubled him.

Muttering a curse under his breath, William rubbed the injured leg with a grim look on his face. The original giver of the wound had been a barbarian warrior from the North… a member of one of the tribes near Luskan. The barbarian had slammed a gigantic war hammer against William’s leg while the Captain was mounted on horseback, and the blow had nearly caused him to blackout in pain. However, at the time, Exarch Nahum had been on horseback next to him, and a quick spell of regeneration stopped the immediate damage from getting worse. William had killed the barbarian shortly after that, and despite the wound, he felt no ill will towards the barbarian. The man had been a warrior, a true fighter doing his duty, and there was no anger against that.

The witch and the demon in the Cloakwood though… that had been an attack of pure malice and evil. There was no forgiveness for that. One day, he would track them down and make them pay.

Suddenly, a commotion of startled voices and hurried orders broke the silence of William’s thoughts.

“Open the damned door! The Overwatch needs the priestess!”

He quickly snatched up his feathered had and hurried towards the main hall, limping slightly in his left leg as he went. As he threw open the door to the hall, he witnessed the terrible sight of Overwatch Bernard, unconscious, being hurriedly carried by a Weave Guardian and a Mage, quickly followed by the Tower Chaplin. Simultaneously, both anger and concern rose in William’s soul.

He spun toward the two sentries by the door. “YOU!”

The startled sentries raised a hasty salute, “Sir?”

The Captain’s voice boomed throughout the entrance hall. “Let no one inside the Tower, except those of our guild! UNDERSTAND!”
Cowed by the Weave Captain’s fury, the two sentries quickly agreed. “Yes, Sir!”

William nodded sternly at then once, and them quickly headed up the stairs, taking them two at a time, despite his limp. Troubled thoughts raced across his head as he went. Had the same witch and demon attacked Bernard? Was it the bandits of that mysterious Wizard? Was it the Drow? Would his friend live to see the morning?

Reaching the top of the stairs, he went directly towards Bernard’s room. He was just about to throw the door open, when a Weave Master touched him on the shoulder. “Be at ease, Captain. The priestess is with him now. You mustn’t disturb them.”

William halted abruptly. He knew the mage’s words to be true. “Then I shall wait at this spot until I can see him.”

The mage nodded at the Captain, and headed downstairs. As they left, William slumped against the wall next to the door and slid down until he was sitting on the stone floor. His injured leg twinged as he did. He sighed greatly and close his eyes for a moment.

Abruptly, he noticed that he was not alone. Slumped against the wall on the other side of the door was Dallenthel. The young elf seemed to be asleep due to pure exhaustion. William sighed again and searched amongst his pack for a moment. After a time, he produced a bottle of dark liquid. A worn label identified it as a bottle of Luskan Dark Ale. Bernard would certainly need it when he awoke… and doubtless Captain William would certainly need it when he heard the tale of what had happened…


//Excellent IC writings, everyone!!!

[SteelForgedSword]

*a mesenger from the Fist delivers a letter to Captain Fredrickson*

((PM sent))

[broham1]

After a long while, Dallenthel recovered from his exhaustion. Pulling himself up from the floor, he stood by the door for a second before turning to Captain William.

“Please send word when he recovers. If anything is needed, the coffers of House Wyndsoul are at your disposal.” The Knight said solemnly as he made his way down the hall. “He is a good friend and a great benefit to your guild. May the gods show him mercy.”

Dallenthel made his way out into the streets of Baldur’s Gate, but didn’t go far. He sat on the benches just outside the tower, watching and waiting. Hoping that Aeili was successful in bringing him back. He reached into his pack producing a bottle of Burduskan Dark, taking a large pull from the bottle.

“I need to get that image out of my head. Nobody should have to see a friend like that.” He says to himself as he drinks and waits..

[ragnarok1983]

Master Elias, I have an update on some of our situations, though not all.

Bernard appears to be recouperating, albeit slowly. That pointer-eared fella, Dallenthel Wyndsoul thought he was a goner, but it appears Aeili pulled him back from his swift exit of our plane. Sir Wyndsoul also wanted me to tell you that he will be at the Blade and Stars in if ya will be needin to talk to him. When and if we divine Foggy's whereabouts and get this expedition underway, he wishes to lend his blades to the cause.

That's essentially it fer updates. Bernard is well enough to speak, but is in a great deal of pain. Against m'better judgement I told him of Foggy's situation. I only brought it up when he asked where our funny gnome has been off to. *shakes his head* I really didn't wanna tell him in his present state.

Oh, and if you have advice fer m'temper, please offer it to me. There's a pointy-eared fella called "Aulith" Something-or-rather claiming to be under the guidance of Isenduil, a former member of our guild. Every time that fella opens his mouth a bunch of fallacies about the Weave Masters spills out. Makes me want to shake him like an infant and shove m'blank scrolls down his throat. Gah, that pointy-eared bastid bothers me.

Anywho, I am off to obtain whatever reagents needed for the scryin and the expedition. I shall be back in time for any journey to lower regions.

((when/if we get a time for this thing, I'd love to make it. I'll be writing some essays for English and studying for a Nursing exam for tomorrow, so it'll be a bit tight))