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

//Recommended music while reading https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3w2OCylUTU
Fera'lisiin glances back at the rest of the caravan, the worry of the guards is clearly visible on their faces. The rumours have gotten to them.

Get a move on! we will reach the borders of the city in not too long.

Within moments after those words left his lips a loud shriek is heard from up ahead. Several of the guards instinctively reach for their weapons and moves up front to protect the caravan, only a few remain at the back, leaving it vulnerable

You fools, what about our rear?

A darkness begins to pour out from a narrow passage behind them, and in the blink of an eye a creature bursts out of the darkness and attacks the back of the caravan. The creature tears through the few guards that remained at the rear in a matter of seconds, shrieking all the while.

Fera'lisiin jumps on his riding lizard and rushes to the guards that positioned themselves at the front.

It is a crazed drider, kill it before it decimate our caravan!

The guards quickly turn around and charge the drider, but before they even manage to close the distance another drider drops from the cave ceiling and impales two guards as she lands.

By the masked lord, i refuse to die here!

Fera'lisiin commands his riding lizard to rush towards Sshamath, leaving the rest of the caravan and the guards to fend for themselves.

When he arrives at a safe distance, Fera'lisiin reins his lizard to a complete stop and glances back at the carnage that just took place. The guards appear to be all dead, and the male drider has begun looting the corpses while the female appears to be fastening some of the corpses together, dragging groups of them with her into the tunnels.
He dismounts the lizard just outside Sshamath and releases it into some nearby tunnels. As he arrives at the center of Sshamath he notices the Sshamath bilboard and makes a mental note of it before heading to an inn.

The next morning Fera'lisiin heads back to the bilboard and places the note, informing the capable of Sshamath that he is looking to hire qualified mercenaries that can retrieve some of the lost goods, as well as returning those crazed driders back to the demonweb pits.



//The note states that the players are to meet Fera'lisiin at The Gloura's Wings at the mentioned time.
//Level requirement is 10 - 17 (Write your level as a OOC notice at end of the post, so i know the level range of those participating)
//Write an IC reply to this thread if you want to take part in the event

A lean drow male glides through the bazaar as he does each cycle, void of any attention drawing features. Coin purses are relieved of their weight as his nimble fingers set to work, performing his divine duty dilligently. His pockets filled with more than enough coin, he stops by the bulletin board eyeing a fresh note with curiosity. After a while he moves south, disappearing into the Darkwoods district.


//level 13

A young human woman approches the board wearing lose robes and thick studded leather boots. She seems somewhat distracted by the sign, disconnecting herself from what is going on around her. After a few moments of staring blankly at the notice she turns and casually walks away.


/Level 11

The martially capable half-drow known to some as "Paurs" steps out of Gloura's Wings to relieve himself. Noticing the fresh paper on the billboard he steps close to squint an eye at the brief missive.

"Great some work. Better get my kit shined and dinged up now."

//lvl 11

The half drow cleric rashad considers the notice
//level 13

The halfdrow tracker Elise stopped by the billboard to find news.
She chuckled after reading the note.

"Never saw a drider did I, why not?"


//lv 13

A tall thin Imaskari bearing the signs of the Seventh Circle and the School of Conjuration pauses at the board. Noting the name of the person and the inn where word is to be left, he makes his way there.

((Level 17))

A barrel chested duergar swaggers past the board, then halts and returns to it. His beady amber eyes read the drow script amusedly.

"Hard te keep hold o' yer gold with such brittle black fingers, eh drow?" the duergar popped a toxic mushroom under his tongue, hacking a laugh as he strode arrogantly on into the Gloura's tavern.

[Turok Tombstone, lv11]

The talosian priest Lilly is walking towards the marketplace to buy some candles for her ritual daily prayers. As she have this cycle agenda quite empty, she is having a pleasant walk. When she notices the bilboard, she stops to read what news are posted; the note quickly capteures her attention. So, the oportunity of smashing some driders... She softly laughs with a half smile on her face as she caresses her silver pendant, with the image of three rays within a ring. This is something I can't miss... Mentally recording when she have to be in the Gloura's Wing in order to meet the jaluk, she continues her walk to the marketplace.

//Lilly Sai'zzel, level 12