The Order of the Silver Rose rp

[Bassman]

After the ritual is complete, Seth sits on the edge of a bed ,exhuasted, weakened, and drained, Elvina and Missy busy themselves with gathering compresses, immersing them into cool water, tending to the recovering knights, at Sister Mary Catherine's direction. While the sister tends to Seth. Seth feels his head begin to spin and falls back into the comfort of the goose down pillows, falling asleep immediately. The sister pleased with the outcome of the ritual gives praise to Illmater. Then helps with tending to the ressurected Knights.

[Bassman]

*Seth awakens, not knowing where he is. He looks around, recognising the infirmery within the Keep.* "Sister Mary Catherine? What happened?" She walks over to him "How are you feeling Sir Seth?" she asks. Seth tries to sit up in bed, and feels as if a sack of dwarven crafted bricks sets upon his chest. "Tired, ....and apparantly weak" he says as he forces himself to a sitting position on the bed. He then glances about the room, seeing the Four OSR knights sleeping comfortably in the adjoining beds. "I see the grace and mercy of the gods were with us" Seth says with satisfaction. "Yes, by the mercy of Illmater" Sister Mary Catherine says reverantly. " I take it we were successful then?" Seth asks. "Oh yes, they are recovering nicely, but it will take several days before they can travel." she answers. Seth smiles, "then I spect by weeks end Sir John Francis will gather them to return them to their families in Neverwinter." Seth says as he forces himself to his feet. " What are you doing sir?" she complains. " I am returning to ...." Seth feels the weakness within himself "er ..a.. My room I spect." Seth says with a bit of surprise and amusement in his voice. " Very good sir, but nothing stainuous for several days for you as well sir." she orders. "as you say" And with that, Seth makes his way up to his room.

[TeoDeathDealer]

Report of Lady Missy,

This day, with a number of other adventurers including Mendel from the EDE, we fought off an attack on the FAI by a mix of Black Orcs and mountain orcs. They seemed to be much less organized then previous attacks. We fought them back into the Sharpteeth.

Recommend we patrol in force deeper into Sharpteeth.

[LISA100595]

Sir Seth, Lady Svala and Lady Elvina were seen prepareing to go out on a special patrol. They were seen speaking to Miss Annabell at the FAI before heading out and trying to convince her not to come along for her own safety. Just then Sir Seth was attacked with a spell by the very necromancer they were heading out to find. Seth and Elvina chased him into the sharpteeth woods where a vampire summons was at the entrance. Miss Annabel also rushed into the forest against their pleading with her not to.... The fighting commenced and spells were flashing accross the forest sky like lightning bolts. There was a second mage who was attacking Seth and Elvina from a distance and got caught up in one of Elvina's spells then out of nowhere came mendel and knocked her unconcious. Elvina guarded the body and removed her hood and face covering, while mendel went to search for Fael and Seth went to heal Miss Annabel after tying the mages hands behind her back. She was injured and unconsious but alive so they decided to take her to the keep for healing and questioning. After speaking briefly with several others who witnessed the attack on Seth in the FAI and ran into the forest as well ... Miss Katarina, Thedran, Ivan to name a few. Seth carried the female mage's body to the Keep and placed her in the anti-magic holding cell. Miss Katarina of the Radiant Heart escorted us as well as Mr. Ivan and Mendel. The nurses and High Priestess of Illmater imediately tended to her wounds once securely in the cell.

(( to be continued

[LISA100595]

*Lady Elvina writes a letter to Teo of CandleKeep informing him of the Incident and welcoming him to the Keep to interrogate the prisoner.*

[ragnarok1983]

*A missive is delivered directly after asking the men-at-arms guarding the Order's gates where to bring it.*

Esteemed Ladies and Gentlemen of the Order of the Silver Rose,

Please forgive my terrible memory, but I had met a squire and a lady of your court. The honorable lady of your court requested I send correspondence to your court to make my presence and intentions known.

My name is Oriole Pelleus, of Tethyr. I am a humble servant of Arvoreen and am in the service of the small folk of Tethyr... especially during these troubling times. While I would like to think I am quite capable in a martial sense, I have been sent here on more of a diplomatic and logistical mission due to those particular strengths.

As this present civil war shows the potential to be far lengthier that Tethyr's "normal" internal quibbles, our devoted seek to supply the small folk with the means for adequate defense for a lengthy period. Not to insult the intelligence or worldy knowledge of any of your order, but many in these more-Northern lands, understandably are not aware of the difficulties for the small folk and even the Elves of Tethyr. With few exceptions, only Humans were of land-owning rights. Thusly, only humans had any voice in the governmental realm.

This war shows signs of change. Land reform... hope for a voice...

Back to the topic at hand. My mission, however small it is, is to procure gold and equipment to prepare for a protracted war. The small folk have been marginalized in both representation and economically these many years. These funds should also go towards our eventual rebuilding as, I am sure you are all aware, is necessary after any lengthy engagement.

Others in our devoted group have similar missions in the lands south in the kingdom of Amn and even to Lantan. My journey here is due in large part to the rumors of great wealth and noble orders. Tales of the astounding sums being exchanged in commerce for even mundane items has reached even our lands.

I seek nothing. However, I welcome any advice you would offer voluntarily. Surely your Order contains in it, far greater wisdom than a singular Halfling of such humble beginnings and I welcome the sage words.

Thank you ahead of time for your time, consideration, and your fine works in these lands.
Oriolle Pelleus, of Tethyr
A Marcher for Arvoreen

P.S. I shall be found reliably at the Blade and Stars Inn, until more permanent arrangements are discovered.

[LISA100595]

*A missive is delivered directly after asking the men-at-arms guarding the Order's gates where to bring it.*

Esteemed Ladies and Gentlemen of the Order of the Silver Rose,

Please forgive my terrible memory, but I had met a squire and a lady of your court. The honorable lady of your court requested I send correspondence to your court to make my presence and intentions known.

My name is Oriole Pelleus, of Tethyr. I am a humble servant of Arvoreen and am in the service of the small folk of Tethyr... especially during these troubling times. While I would like to think I am quite capable in a martial sense, I have been sent here on more of a diplomatic and logistical mission due to those particular strengths.

As this present civil war shows the potential to be far lengthier that Tethyr's "normal" internal quibbles, our devoted seek to supply the small folk with the means for adequate defense for a lengthy period. Not to insult the intelligence or worldy knowledge of any of your order, but many in these more-Northern lands, understandably are not aware of the difficulties for the small folk and even the Elves of Tethyr. With few exceptions, only Humans were of land-owning rights. Thusly, only humans had any voice in the governmental realm.

This war shows signs of change. Land reform... hope for a voice...

Back to the topic at hand. My mission, however small it is, is to procure gold and equipment to prepare for a protracted war. The small folk have been marginalized in both representation and economically these many years. These funds should also go towards our eventual rebuilding as, I am sure you are all aware, is necessary after any lengthy engagement.

Others in our devoted group have similar missions in the lands south in the kingdom of Amn and even to Lantan. My journey here is due in large part to the rumors of great wealth and noble orders. Tales of the astounding sums being exchanged in commerce for even mundane items has reached even our lands.

I seek nothing. However, I welcome any advice you would offer voluntarily. Surely your Order contains in it, far greater wisdom than a singular Halfling of such humble beginnings and I welcome the sage words.

Thank you ahead of time for your time, consideration, and your fine works in these lands.
Oriolle Pelleus, of Tethyr
A Marcher for Arvoreen

P.S. I shall be found reliably at the Blade and Stars Inn, until more permanent arrangements are discovered.

*Lady Elvina, Knight Commander of the OSR, sends him a reply welcoming him to the area and offering to meet with him to possibly discuss an alliance between the two groups if they would like.*

\\ PM sent

[LISA100595]

*After a very interesting *coughs* meeting between Knight Warrant Lady Angelina, Squire Elias and Captain Kalma and Vicala in Beregost, Lady Angelina returns to the Keep and writes a short report for all the Knights and Squires to read on the Bulletin Board.*

[LISA100595]

His left hand no longer shook as he left the temple of Torm. The realization there was no going back to before the incident happened finally settled in his mind. The sun was cresting the walls of Baldur's Gate, a new day washing out the stains of the last. The clerics of Torm, though saddened by the events that had been unfolded to them, were forgiving and comforting in this time of grief. Both he and the paladins of Torm had been deceived by the Drow. Aaron and Thard had been mislead to act to disrupt a Drow raiding party, and the Paladins of Torm mislead by a Drow acting as their guide to lead them to the spot the incident occurred at. The high priest of the temple bid the Knight and Squire of the Order of the Silver Rose to rest and recover from the event in the forest, there was little more to do.

Breathing in the crisp morning air, bathing himself in the warm light of the sun as it spread throughout the city, Aaron slowly exhaled, pondering. A moment later the knight slowly made his way towards the city gates. . .

The previous day

Members of The Order of the Silver Rose had just emerged from the depths of the crypt within the Fields of Dead on a patrol. Making a sweep towards the Thundar's Ride, the group came upon an unusual sight. A vampire standing over the crumpled figure of a person, blood splattered around the body. Turning to face the new comers, the vampire crouched low, waiting for the Silver Rose members to approach. Aaron leading the charge rushed forward, Lazarus flanking him, while Thard shoot several arrows into the body of the vile undead. Springing at Aaron's throat, the vampire lept with claws reaching, grasping for his throat. Several arrows sank into the body of the vampire, the lust for blood driving the creature on to continue its assault. Screams rang into the air as a deft swing from Aaron's blade, enchanted with holy fire, removed the vampires hand. Lazarus' sword struck into the side of the vampire forcing it to wreath backwards. With a final swing of the Knight's blade, Aaron removed its head, the body crumpling to the ground.

Kneeling before the seemingly near death figure, the trio checked for signs of bites and how harmed the person truly was. Coughing and bleeding greatly, the man that lie on the ground requested he be taken to the crypt to tend his wounds. All signs seemed to point to a trap, and was obvious to the Knight. Still, Aaron ordered that the man be taken to the crypt, if it was indeed a trap, he wanted to trip it rather then another passer-by be taken by surprise. Sheathing his blade Aaron and aided the man in walking, the group making their way through the undead back to the crypt.

Once inside they moved quickly to a adjacent room from the entrance, and sat the man on a bench. The figure rose and, with great difficulty, moved to the back of the small room they stopped in, placing several items on the ground. The items began to emit a haunting glow, a radiance that could blocked all from entering the back of the room. Drawing his blade again, Aaron demanded to know what the man's intentions were. Slowly, and with seeming great difficulty, the figure removed his hood, revealing himself to be a Drow.

Weapons were readied, to which Aaron raised his hand to calm them, he wanted to hear what the Drow was after. The Drow spun a story of a Drow raiding party that would slay many humans, if not stopped. The Drow spoke of revenge against these Drow, that he would aid the members of the Silver Rose to reach these raiding party in time to stop further blood shed. Using all his power of deduction and skill in sensing a lie, Aaron found no obvious lie in the man's tale. To prove his words, the Drow removed a knife from his pocket, and with two strikes cut into his own wrist, allowing them to bleed. The blood swirled in the room, showing within it a vision of a wooded area. There they saw a Drow, a lone scout. The vision also showed an attack on a caravan, a Drow party cutting down the caravan.
There was little time to consider, little time to make a choice. It was then or never. Either slay the Drow and allow that it could be a trap, or accept its words and what it had shown them and act to stop this raiding party. Aaron and Thard agreed to be magically transported to the Drow scout, to remove the one before taking on the rest of the raiding party. Lazarus remained behind in case of treachery. The magic swiftly transported the two to their destination.

It was an odd sensation, unnatural. All was dark, when suddenly the two burst forth into light. It was a gruesome sight, and greatly painful. The Two men burst forth from within the bodies of two of the Drow in the a grouping of Drow. Covered in gore and finding themselves surrounded by other Drow who were standing in shock at what had occurred, Aaron and Thard did their best to ready themselves against this new foe. The remaining Drow were quick to act and began to fall on the two after just a moment. One Drow, the lone scout they saw in the blood vision, fled, teleporting away in her magics. The remaining several Drow were soon put down, by the two knights.

Looking around quickly for any remaining foes, Aaron, with his keen abilities to recognize magics soon found a illusion slowly fading from the bodies of the Drow they had slain. It was a sickening sight, and one that shook Aaron greatly. At his feet were no longer the bodies of a Drow raiding party, but the bodies of young paladins bearing the symbol of Torm. The two had been tricked. Recovering from the bodies of the slain men were orders and a journal. The orders were for these paladins to remove a cult bent on inflicting great pain on others, the journal from one of the members of the cult. The two knights were tricked into killing the paladins, the paladins had been tricked by their scout, a Drow in disguise, to lead them to the spot and casting an illusion spell on them so they would be killed.

The walk to the temple district of Baldur's Gate was a long and quiet one. Neither Thard nor Aaron spoke much as they walked. The two entered the temple of Torm to deliver the news, and show them the letter and journal fragment they recovered, as well as identification and holy symbols of each of the slain paladins.

Aaron claimed the responsibility for the mistake, for being duped. He was the commanding officer, he was the one who chose to move on the tale of the raiding party. Slumping down at the alter to Torm, Aaron prayed. He prayed for forgiveness for his error, for his folly. Tears streaked his face as the high priest came up behind him. placing a hand gently on his shoulder, comforting him, he implored Aaron to not allow this to destroy him, nor rack his soul. Hours later Aaron emerged from the temple district, just as the sun was cresting the walls of the city. . .

[LISA100595]

*Lady Elvina posts a reminder to all the Knights and Squires of the meeting this evening to start between 7 and 7:30 pm (est). *

[LISA100595]

*After the Meeting and two promotions one of the Knight Guards approached and said there was someone outside to see Lady Elvina. Going outside they found a Bounty Hunter named Derek and a bandit he had captured who had let some information slip Derek said. So the Bandit began telling his story about how he was hired by a Bandit Lord named Rick Berry Blueblossum. He was scouting for a known shipement of goods coming into the gates soon and if he found that certain shipment he would be rewarded well. As soon as he was going to say what the shipment was an assasin approached and killed the bandit with a poison dart. Lady Elvina took off after the Assasin who was unable to hide from her keen sences and she attempted to knock him out cold with a single non-empowered ice storm, but as luck has it, the blow was too much and the assasin fell dead under her spell. Upon searching the body two things were found.. a note and a symbol of Bhaal tucked away securely. The Note read: " The Bandit Eric has overstayed his welcome, he has not the correct mindset for our work, and i fear he will rat the first chance he gets, I think it is time he disapeared." ..... After Lady Missy was done burning the body of the Assasin, Lady Elvina and Sir Seth were seen heading to the Flaming Fist Compound to report the incident since the man was wanted by the Fist in the first place. *

[LISA100595]

*After giving a full report to Captain Norton at the Flaming Fist and speaking about the shipments and other important aspects of the banditry of late, Lady Elvina returns to the Keep.*

[Sierante]

[This post is written by Gareut.]


A hired human messenger brings an open letter, on it reads "Pink Paladin." The messeneger leaves as soon as the letter has been taken off from his hands.

Greetings,

The situation with the Elves is becoming unbearable. They entered into my private quarters to make a deal. If you won't act we might be forced to take their nasty, hooked, poisonous bait.

Act faster.

-Kalma Hellstorm
Captain of Seawolf Brigantine

[Displacer]

A note is posted upon the order's bulletin board:

“To whom it might concern,

My name is Andariel, of House E’lyanduil, an elf recently arrived from the Green Isle beyond the western sea. In my travels upon this continent I have born witness to great travesties and been subjected to violence due to my race and beliefs. I have striven to come to an understanding of this discrimination against my people and this land’s acceptance of necromantic powers. I have made a temporary home with a people who wish to remain withdrawn from these conflicts of man and as such I respect their decision.

Still, having been confronted for the third time with insufferable rising of the dead and summoning of demons by mages who make lite of such actions, I now take it upon myself to seek out those who wish the proper justice of the Gods upon mortal beings. Having consulted with others in an attempt to ascertain who in this land holds their solemn oaths to goodly Gods; it has been my understanding that your order in fact fits this description. If this is so, then I would meet with you and discuss these interactions and nefarious designs of those I have fought here.

I pray this note is found in your good grace and I will await your response by the Boareskyr River Fortress.

Fair Winds to You,
Andariel E’lyanduil
Servant of the Lord Corellon and his People”

[LISA100595]

*Lady Elvina sends a messenger to deliver a letter in response saying she would be glad to meet together and discuss these topics at a time convenient to him. She then thanks him, signing and sealing the letter with the Order of the Silver Rose Insignia*

A note is posted upon the order's bulletin board:

“To whom it might concern,

My name is Andariel, of House E’lyanduil, an elf recently arrived from the Green Isle beyond the western sea. In my travels upon this continent I have born witness to great travesties and been subjected to violence due to my race and beliefs. I have striven to come to an understanding of this discrimination against my people and this land’s acceptance of necromantic powers. I have made a temporary home with a people who wish to remain withdrawn from these conflicts of man and as such I respect their decision.

Still, having been confronted for the third time with insufferable rising of the dead and summoning of demons by mages who make lite of such actions, I now take it upon myself to seek out those who wish the proper justice of the Gods upon mortal beings. Having consulted with others in an attempt to ascertain who in this land holds their solemn oaths to goodly Gods; it has been my understanding that your order in fact fits this description. If this is so, then I would meet with you and discuss these interactions and nefarious designs of those I have fought here.

I pray this note is found in your good grace and I will await your response by the Boareskyr River Fortress.

Fair Winds to You,
Andariel E’lyanduil
Servant of the Lord Corellon and his People”

\\ pm sent