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

*Posters, written in Elven, can be seen all over the country side*

To "The People",

Doron Amar is looking for kin to join our armed forces in the defense of our community. All those of age, who have trained in the martial arts, your services are required. Rangers, Fighters, and all others whom qualify will receive a commission for their service.

Speak with General Saline Ledwent in regard this matter.

Fair Winds,
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// all those lvl 7-30, whom fit this criteria are eligible. If you make it through boot camp (a few meetings) you will be eligible for Mathora armament (Mithral Armor, Rings of Might, Weaponry, and other arms........)

Please PM myself, of Nezzerscape over the forums to arrange meeting times

Carl picks up a flyer as he passes by Baldurs gate on his way to Maltz to see if his arrowheads are done.

Recognizing the name as the captin who spoke to him one evening at the wonderfull inn in Doron Amar, he mutters:
"...of age...maby they won't ask, well much.". He folds the note neatly in quarters, and pockets it as he walks into the store.

Rai picks up one of the poster and reads it, her usual smirk on her face
"Well isen't this cute... seems they are runing out of cannon fodder and are looking for new victimes... at least it keeps all the imbeciles in one place"
scrunches up the paper and tosses it over her shoulder

Kyree hisses with annoyance as one of the flyers, carried by the wind, brushes past her face. She snatches it from the air, squats down and flattens it open on her thigh. She scans it quickly. Doron Amar? Armed forces? General Ledwent?

She reads it a second time then scratches a small hole in the earth and buries it.

"I think I will investigate all this quietly. This may make for a perfect first report back to She Who Holds the Heart." She speaks softly, but every word is delivered with a precision as sharp and final as a razortooth lizard closing it's jaws.

Still squatting she turns slowly on her heels, sniffing the air in a full circle, then stands and runs lightly to the nearest forested hill. She targets a tree on the outer edge, leaps to the lowest branch and swings herself up with practiced ease. Soon only the occasional rustling of branches high above marks her passage deeper into the woods.

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/// I will finalize a full biography and clarify her position during the next few weeks. ///

*An old sunelf in light clothes, white cape and hood and a slender blade at his hip regards one of the flyers...a vein can be seen thumbing at his temple as his bright eyes scan the message..he grumbles and mumbles a word..the paper goes up in flames in his bare hand*

*he mutters to himself*
Such display of of the need of kinsmen to aid the settlement..is unwise at best

*he strides on mumbling*
who else I wonder, would have interest in the status of this Doron Amars armed force...Even orcs have been known to be able to read...*grumbles*

This deserves a closer look...all be it in a "slightly" more delicate manner..*his old face stern, the elf disapears in thin air as he mutters a few arcane words*

Snarfy wrote:Sjinn catches the paper Rai tosses over her shoulder. He then uncrumples it and reads it over with a quirked brow. After scratching his head a few moments the young elf catches up to Rai and shrugs with a grin, "As long as he doesn't try and put us in charge of said imbeciles, who cares?". He starts to chuckle softly, then he halts in mid stride, a fearful look washing over his face. "Gods... knowing Laisren, he actually might." Sjinn swallows hard, then turns an about face and takes up a brisk pace in the opposite direction of the elven settlement.

//Sorry to go OOC, Laisren did not not sign his name just so that is clear. So, please do not use this information IC, unless you are Sjinn, or Rai and know Laisren to be capable of such a poster.

grumbles as she follows Sjinn "If he does that just send em all on a suicide mission and be done with it"

Natalya smiles wryly as she reads the poster thinking:
Bwael, more darthiir faces to cut and with less effort involved to. This Ilmater fool will be pleased once the blooding is done.

She turns around and nod at a passerby still smiling as she continue to grace the streets of the rivvil middenheap.

// The first three recruits pass there test with flying colors! Each were awarded 5000 gold pieces

Arren picks up a withered,dirty note.

*crunches it & throws it away, muttering*

"Aye if they still be looking to bolster their ranks perhaps this half-elf will do"

Many young and talented elves can be seen gracing the grounds of Doron. A rumor of a well known and dashing Sea Captain taking charge of a contingent of elves, has many excited.

The Rangers who have come to heed this call are now being trained by one of the finest Woodsman these lands have to offer.

Only the Arcanists are lacking. Now with Master Rhys returning from his sabbatical to offer classes in the famed Tower of Doron, it won't be long before the brightest elves on the coast come to learn here.

// anyone I speak with IG, please don't forget to PM me over the forum

The Elven Mathora gathered within Nashkel. They were joined by several very inexperienced Elven adventurers, whom came to see this growing camp. One such adventurer, the Lady Jhanadra, came to bare witness as representative of her High Born Elven House.

The camp set out through the Hills and into the Cloudpeaks led by Captain Laya, a well trained Elven fighter. The group, with it's newly implemented members, took some early set backs due to disorganized formation and lack of experience in taking commands. This would be reversed, thanks to Captain Laya's credible command, and soon targets from Giants, to Duergar were cut down with extreme precision.

Most impressive, may have been the two forward acting scouts. The team of Mendel and Nea acted to warn, prepare, and when needed cut down the obstacles within the Mathora's path. By the end of the trip into Amn, not a single elf was lost to casualty under Laya's steady command.

// For all those whom followed to assault the Frost King 5000 gold pieces were rewarded. To Nea, a set of greater sneak gear. Stay Thirsty My Friends!!!

The half elven girl, Chymidyr Yrai, (Or Chime, as she taken to calling herself) is seen examining the posters with great curiosity. Whether she is curious to it's contents or the fact that someone changed a familiar object into something -unfamiliar- was hard to tell.

Unfortunately, since she's illiterate, the answer reveals itself when she tries to eat the poster.