Madness has returned (Finished event)

[DM_Absolution]

The creature lumbers down the streets of Sshamath, the citizens barely giving it a second glance. Once it reaches the billboard it places it's hand gently on the wood, slowly the creatures metal hand begins to glow blue, it starts with merely a soft glow, then it begins glowing brighter and brighter. Within a few seconds a note has appeared on the billboard, this one glowing with magical writing.

Soon after, the massive golem begins wandering out of the city, it's heavy footsteps can be heard from far away.

//All replies to this post is to be done IC
//Only players of level 18 - 25 can sign up
//Event will take place this upcoming Friday at 19:00 ( GMT/UTC +1)

[melzaren]

*The haggard and aging drow quietly examines the letter, pausing at the end to carefully consider it's message. Reluctantly he raises his hand, covered in dried bits of cave-muck, and places it against the note, pressing firmly. He withdraws his hand, leaving bits of dried mud caked to the message, and nods once, as if to convince himself, before turning to depart.*


(character: Mioz)

[NawenM]

Amendel finds the letter one cycle walking through town. He reads it, considers it, and decides to check it out. He places his hand on the note and nods slightly. He also hopes there will be something he can get out of this and also tells others in his mercenary group about this opportunity.....

(Char.: Amendel Relven)

[DM_Absolution]

As soon as someone places their hand on the note, a imprint of the hand is left on the note, and it begins to glow dark red for a few seconds, then it fades. You feel slightly faint for a brief moment afterwards.

//Keep it up, need more signups if this event is to proceed as planned.

[Kenshin]

I would be interested. Unfortunately, 14:00 EDT on a workday afternoon is really not practical for most US players.

[DM_Absolution]

//I am sorry Kenshin, but i would think the DM's during those hours have their own events, and hopefully at a more proper time. (I am but a humble european) But perhaps for future UD events i plan on hosting i can schedule them a bit later for me, and therefore earlier for you. Ponders i will see what i can do about it. If there is interest among the US players for that.

[Grosscouilles]

A tall dark elf in fullplate armor watches the board and reads the note. Taking a little moment to think , Vornak places his hands on the note and grins softly.

[Grosscouilles]

Vornak is level 17 and maybe will be 18 i hope when the event begin.

[Kenshin]

//I am sorry Kenshin, but i would think the DM's during those hours have their own events, and hopefully at a more proper time. (I am but a humble european) But perhaps for future UD events i plan on hosting i can schedule them a bit later for me, and therefore earlier for you. Ponders i will see what i can do about it. If there is interest among the US players for that.

If you could run some events on the weekends, during what would be morning hours in the US I suspect that you would have some success gathering players from both continents.

(Something on the order of 13:00 GMT or later on Saturday or Sunday. There would be the added benefit that the server would be less full and thus the event would run smoother as well.)

[roke42]

The young Yathrin notices the new paper at the wall.

"More mad mages... Perhaps usstan shall have a look at this, and turn it into something, that pleases the queen."

Her lips form a smile as she leans her weight on a walking stick. Her eyes fixate the word "creature".

"He seeks any filth he can find, interesting. He seeks meatshields. It seems indeed to become dangerous. Or just dirty. For sure some Maw members will find themselves for this."

"What he means with the rigth place? The right place is to fear the queen, xas! Or usstan will have to show..."

She then turns away from the board, without having touched the paper or the board.

[Thoril]

Upon hearing of this from Valaklith, Nathaynedril is ordered to follow the Yathrin to investigate the matter as a bodyguard.

[Cubicle]

A stern, one-eyed man with shoulder-length raven hair moves towards the sign before reading it over. "A challenge?" He wonders, frowning at the thought of being betrayed or lured into some sort of trap. 'No.. It was an oppurtunity..' He thought for a brief moment, a smirk curling from the corner of his lips before disappearing.

Reaching out, the man placed his hand against the sign. Seemingly fascinated by the glowing letters, the man wholeheartedly embraced the idea of adventure and even the idea of pain. It wasn't because he wasn't afraid of death, because he was.. To be honest, the idea of dying shook him to his core.. But, he believed that throwing himself into deadly ventures was the only way to grow stronger, more experienced. It was the only way to reach his often dreamed about goal.

Removing his hand from the sign, the man frowned before stepping away. If one were to see the look in his eye, they would not see arrogance or even brashness, they would see ambition in it's finest form..

-Benjamin Black

[sparks1234]

A tall, cowled figure steps out of the shadows to slip alongside a lone duergar, the latter shimmering with magic protections, eyes narrowed at the new post on the billboard.

"Hmpf a fool's enterprise it sounds, what's yer sense of it Mort?" the duergar growls quietly, eyes drifting to the tall Crinti.

"If it's a fool's enterprise duergar then there are plenty in the city with too much idle time on their hands....too many second sons and mercenaries for my liking....and insolent duergar" the half-drow mutters glancing back at The Gloura's Wings tavern.

The duergar chuckles and pauses before replying "And yerself lad, how does this sit with yer plans? Ye spend too much time stalking the distant caverns. What ye say about a bit of adventure?"

Mort grimaces, right fingers strumming the pommel of Kyea, left hand clutching Oecca "I'll leave that to you forgewarden - blundering into the unknown in your search for lore, wrapped in the flames of whoever's grace you're favoured with....sounds like your calling....besides I have duties elsewhere."

The duergar grins wickedly "Well ye'll be missin out lad and more loot fer the rest of us."

After a brief exchange of information and muttered curses the duergar and half-drow part, the duergar returning back to the tavern to continue his tale....something about a shape-shifting tanarukk, battling the spawn of Guaunadaur, the matter of a small debt to Laduguer and somewhere within that, the debate as to where it's appropriate for a duergar female's beard to end.

(Dili will be there....and sober)

[Storm Munin]

Whats this then?

Shri'neth smiles as she decides to see what this is all about and leave her dainty handprint on the message.