Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Few riders travel on nights back, horses white foam shows to anybody who sees these grim messengers that they are in hurry. Blueberry sets sail and heads to south from Roaringshore at first light. Men on deck run like no tomorrow. First of the messengers makes his way to Docks of the Baldur's Gate. Second stops to Friendly arms in and the third opens his mouth in Feldepost Inn, at Beregost. The message is same everywhere. Anybody fitting to a picture from sellsword stereotype shall hear words from easy coins... If this person is interested he would also where such deal of easy coins could be made.

"Aaah, of course... My Captain is looking for weapons which are loyal to gold. Nay God nor emotions. And fitting for fight on sea... Oh, you are still interested? Head to the Lighthouse, south from Candlekeep. You will be waited. Dont worry, you shall be paid well from your services."

The hooded messenger, dressed like a sailor, makes an unofficial salute. He continues drinking and watching other people, waiting and taking his time.

OOC info.
Event start: 2011. 05. 31. GMT+0 07.00 p.m. (About.)
-There will be RP, a lot of it if I can do anything for it.
-You can roleplay to this thread if your character even would heard this shady whisper about treasures.
-See you tomorrow! =)

*Starting, soon.*

Well this sure didnt go as planned..i am not sure if i were hired or not. And what became of the captain?

South from Candlekeep, privateers and their Captain are waiting men sent by his messengers from three taverns. No one waited more than 40 people appear out of nowhere asking "What is deal with this ship, who are you? What are you doing here? I have right to know!" The confused Captain sends few first elves away, calmly. Rest of the people mass is formed to a line and Captain askes questions from each of them. Hiring young males without a heavy armor. He has no will to see how they drown without a purpouse. Suddenly an invisible elf starts to speak near by the Captain and he simply mutters a pray to his Queen that he would also able to see source of voice. "I take that as a hostile act." Crew members watch the elf confused what he might mean under all that magic and wards... Not even a Dragon could harm the elf with all that magic! The elf maniac casts hellball, without any warning nor visible reason... 15 people die in a blink of eye, innocent and ready to work. Captain cant belive what he is looking at. Crushing hand keeps him still as the blood lusted maniac, not any better than feral beast, sends burst of magic to him. The Captain of Hellstorm is struck down.

Men on deck of Blueberry, withness the happening horror in their eyes. Men jump into the rowboats and come rescue Captain and his few trusted friends and ship's bard; Kalia.

Next happenings are still unclear. Is it God's twisted sense of humor or men's stiff hands which causes the accident on ship. Soon Blueberry catches fire which cant be suppress down. Ship sinks and more men is killed. Survivors of the crew follows the Captain at the outskirts of Cloakwood One could say that the Captain curses one special race on each and every step.



OOC.

Amenia wrote:Well this sure didnt go as planned..i am not sure if i were hired or not. And what became of the captain?

-No it didnt go like planned. I waited 1-3 cutthroats to shown up to the place but the whole damned server population run there. "I want loot and exp!!! Now!"
-I Didnt even wait that somebody would simply cast hellball on us without any RP. Sure he might have a RP reason but such simply act ruined the whole event from bunch of people in lag. Funniest part is that the elf was taken care in FAI later even when he killed 15 people even without knowing them...
-Sorry to all who waited this event.
-The Captain is heavily depressed cause the lost chace becomming rich, cause the lost ship and lost men. (And cause the lost chance for good RP.)

Why wont people to RP their reason in the realm and generally in events? Think before you run... Or cast hellball. Or even better! Give others chance to roleplay too. There isnt always a reason to hurry and lag makes this even worse.

I will take few days break to this game. Again sorry to all who waited this event.

// sorry could not be there.. to much real life going on....
i will have time next week as my wife and son are awaty for couple of days so i will rape, pillage and burn every evening from monday to friday....

Gives the captain a bottle of rum... feeds his dog... throws a bag of loot for the new ship... kills all the noobs

When Unebril saw all that good people in line waiting for the seaman know that this could not be a good thing. His angry grew while some of their kin where rejected in bad manners from that captain,a man known by his aversion for elfs. He himself had tasted the captain keen tongue.

Trying to less the danger for his brothers, Unebril took some of them far from the rude humans, watching the drama from a near hill.

Then time went faster, while a hugue explosion fall over the human captain and some of their men, and a heroic figure start fighting the full bloodthirsty crew of humans. Like a Holy Avenger he fought bravely against all odds and Unebril thought he should help their brothers to get out of the battlefield.


//Its good to see another point of view. I understand things were not like some expected, but thats how is in real world. I must say the scene was very good, the recruiting was great and very well performed. If the ship thing is true dont worry Gareut, i am sure you will get another one soon.

((This is an ic thread, delete the ooc and keep it straight.

*Bre walks up to the beach, looking for peace as he sees a large gathering. Staring at it a while he decides to move closer then Basil approaches* "Bre I think you should leave, you are not welcome here" *Bre responds by warding everything he's got then moves to Basil seeming furious* "Repeat that for me Basil." *He says coldly* "The captain doesn't like elves, Bre" *Basil says* , *Bre stares at Basil frustrated and walks off, mere moments later the bright blue glare of a hellball can be seen up on top of the hill*

A little while later. .

*Coming back still heavily warded and invisible, Bre moves straight to Basil* "You know, I thought about it, I don't like being threatened" *Basil replies* "It's not me Bre the captain hates elves" *Bre points to Kalma* "Him?" *He moves to Kalma* "You are not welcome here elf." *Bre's eyes start to glow bright blue in a blaze of fury* "No, YOU are not welcome!" *Raising his hands in anger he casts a massive blast of energy at the captain, engaging all who oppose him*

Later still ..

*After a few minutes of utter rage fighting with the group, Bre finally manages to get the Duncan the dwarf of him as he got knocked down, he casts invisibilty on himself and walks off dazed*

*He arrives at the fire confused after fireballing a gibberling* "Bre?" *A friendly paladin walks up to him, Bre collapses* . . .

//Cheers,

Bre

*Zorn heard from a friend that a large ship landing on the coastline south of Candlekeep was looking for explorers and adventurers to come and assist the crew in some sort of adventure or pirate scheme. Whatever it was, Zorn was interested and left the calmness of his Friendly Arms Inn room that he was renting to investigate. Upon arriving, the first thing he heard was that "no knife-eared" or "elf-folk" were wanted or allowed, and many of the elven folk were quickly shooed and moved to the side of the beach, on a hill, beside the lighthouse south of CandleKeep. This act of what Zorn saw as discrimination against one group of people, the elf, pulled on his mind, but he said nothing and remained silent. After the elf were removed from the group, Zorn got in line to be inspected by the captain.*

*Zorn was asked a few questions, which he tried to use his wit to respond to, but was utterly rejected, due to what he saw was two factors: A) His age B) His heavy armor. As a veteran, Zorn nodded and walked off, accepting peacefully that age and such equipment may not have been suitable enough for the crews quest and adventure. He approached and stood at the hill that the elf folk now all sat or stood upon, watching the group, listening to the elf's conversations and their opinions on the matter. *

*All this time, a single elf who had been rejected and told to leave multiple times, had mentioned somewhere off to the side that he was sick and tired of some discrimination against his kind. Suddenly, out of some fire-hell abyss, this single elf threw himself into a rage of wards and magic and what seemed to be a single-handed effort, summoned up the power and the magic to wipe out and destroy the adventurers that were accepted as well as many of the crew members. It was not long soon after, that many of them lay dead or were dying. The elf then after vanished from sight... and Zorn saw no more trace of him, still dazed and in awe by the sheer act of vengeance and rage that one elf could cause. After many of the crew members had come to （though many were still dying and lay dead), Zorn chuckled to himself and said something allowed about how He hoped that everyone had learnt a valuable lesson about discrimination against other races, and how everyone should be respected, less more events like this happen*

*In the end, Zorn was ignored and even yelled at by multiple people. He sighed and left the scene to go rest in the lighthouse, muttering something about not being taken seriously because of his age*

The moon elf cleric sits on the mound, looking at the earth scorched from the spelldoom which occurred on the shore. Pieces of glass from intense heat in sand, scorched debris of the ship, hurriedly put graves and mass of dead fish in poisoned water did not improve her already sullen mood. With a scowl elf looked at the place of massacre, taking out bottle of wine, saluting to the graves.

"Even if your deeds were as black as dhaerow, this was not justice." With these words, cleric spilled the drink on the ground with a prayer. Standing up, she equipped her gear and moved with firm step to the Doron Amar, nearest elf settlement from which the foolish elf came. The man she knew as Rhys Feivra had better give the answers she wanted.