The Curse Of Flesh //Forums RP: IC rewards

[DM Lobo]

//As the server is down, I wanted to give you all a chance to do some RP in a DM inspired event, those taking part will have the option of 1k exp or 2k gold -- with the possibly of a few items depending on what happens. To take part leave in OOC your IC name and account name and describe what you do in this scene, I will continue the RP based on who takes part -- remember anything goes here, feel free to do what your character would do, even if you feel it will break the story -- I will simple rework it if this happens. I will lock the thread when it is time for me to continue the next section, then unlock it again for you guys to respond -- I may OOCly ask the number (roughly) of a skill, instead of rolling to determine outcomes. I also encourage interaction between the players -- those who are late to arrive, feel free to RP yourself into the story.

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It is a cold dark night. The air filled with the scent of ale of all different types -- all fusing together forming a musky scent. You are sitting down at a table inside the Friendly Arms Inn. The Tavern is full with laughter, joy and very cheesy jokes. Half the people here are drunk, as you would expect on a typical evening here.

One table of people grabs your attention -- one man, who is missing an arm, appears to be human, around 28ish is telling everyone a story of the house of dreams. A magical castle where legend tells of a powerful genie -- who grants you a single wish if you can successfully get to them. The drunken men laugh the story up as the man continues, but he swears by it. He continues to say he has the 'magic ring' to find the castle and plans to go the following night to wish for his arm to be restored.

After several hours of banter things seem to quiet down. Most of the people here have either gone or retired to their bed chambers. The one armed man is also preparing to leave, you over heard he was staying in room 3 up the stairs. Weather you decide to talk to the man, or write this off as crazy is upto you.

[Ambaryerno]

\\Character: Lucia Kayla, Account: Eressimehtar

Lucia Kayla listens to the man's story from her seat at one of the tables while sipping at a glass of wine. She quirks an eyebrow at mention of the Genie and scowls at the laughter of the other men.

Although she recalls the cautionary tales of capricious genies ensnaring hapless mortals in their wishes, her curiosity and spirit of adventure are nonetheless piqued. When the man gets up to leave Lucia would quickly down the last of her wine, and intercept him before he can depart in hopes of learning more about the tale.

[Juramenta]

\\Character: Hazel Jynx, Account: Juramenta

Magic Castle? I love castles, especially really big ones with those high towers!
Hazel walks up to the man telling the story.
My name is Hazel, it is very nice to meet you.
What is your name mister? She asks but continues before he has a chance to answer.
Oh there is a powerfull genie as well?
I would love to see him, do you know his name?
I bet it is going to be a very special name. I have never seen a genie before, have you seen a genie before? I bet you do because you look like someone who has truly been around in the world.
So when are we going to the castle or do you wish to have a drink first?
I like drinks, the best one I think is the red bottle at the Phoenix Company. Maybe they have it here as well, but I do not know the name.
Do you know the names of a lot of different wines? I do not know a lot of them, but seeing you have been around so much. Or where you more interested in seeing genies?

I would not need a wish but I would love to join you and visit him.
Why is it called the house of dreams? is it because it is a castle?
Hmm no probably not because I do not see a connection there.

What was your name again mister?
I am Hazel by the way, it is very nice to meet you.

[Moltrazahn]

// Character name: Damian Hale
Account: Moltrazahn
Class: warlock/blackguard/bard/stormsinger

At the end of the busy part of the evening, before all up and left... Damian shudders awake at a nearby table. His dark eyes fuzzy as he sit's up in his chair. He glances around the inn and yawns, tasting his own breath and scowls... five honeymead ales and making people uncomfortable with tales of the delights of lawful pyromania; seems to be all he can manage he reckon.

Slowly recalling how that paladin had left him with some "divine advice about redemption" brought a smile to his face, he waved over a barmaid and brought some pieces of gold up. When she arrived... the doctor gave her a smile.

"Hello lass... do give me a meal and some fruity bowl of something... oh. Quick question... .if you burn a goblin town... and like it.. like.. really like watching them burn.. but then go back to town and be the good doctor you are.. does that make you a good person..or a crazy one?"

Not getting a reply, just a weird glance... he shrugs and settles with his order. Usually his profound fondness or pyromanic murder of monsters tend to get such reception... the man leans back and settles in to recover his hangover... observing the patrons.

As the hours pass... his focus falls on the one-armed man and his tale of wonder... and if it is his hangover... or his curiosity doing it... he eventually finds himself moving over to that very table, offering a smile and a hand...

"Excuse me sir... but your venture sounds like it could use a doctor along with it... and fortunate for you, I just happen to be one.. Damian Hale. Pleasure.."

[Tantive]

Character name: Maura Charring
Account: Tantive
Class: Wizard, Arcane Scholar

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Safe within the walls and from the coldness of the night, a tall red curled woman found herself submersed in the comforts of a generously filled of glass wine held in her hand, warming herself seated near the fire of the hearth with a book tucked between her hand and lap. Maura decided to stay the night in the inn afore her journey would take her further south for another expensive endevour to collect scrolls. The night passes for her without interruption until a voice drew her attention.

Maura laid the book held flat upon her lap, her attention diverting to a voice and story told. A story intriguing to her, she perched up from the chair looking back to the company at the table, listening intently. Though the wish itself has held less of an appeal, the exploration of what she presumed a Djinn Castle and what lay within for scolarly pursuits attracted her attention. As the one-armed man's tale unfolded, the wine within her glass was slowly drained, bolstering her courage and fueling her fancy of the unknown or forgotten.

Opting to leave when the company at the table started to disperse, before the one-armed man would find his way back to his room, Maura waited with flushed cheeks fueled from drink and friendly smile near his chamber.

"Tall tales or a tale told. You roused my interest, that is certain." She steps closer to him, her fingers fiddling with the mans collar until it sat straight and proper. She greeted him again with a smile, holding out her hand loosely to him making sure he could naturally take hers with his remaining hand. "Maura, scolar and arcanist - if you have need of such talents in your journey, I can oblige."

[Wyatt]

Character Name: Jarrol Ironhead
Account : Wyatt
Class Shield dwarf battlerager/barbarian

The boisterous auburn bearded dwarf looks up from his latest flagon of ale. As most of his challengers have long since succumbed to the snoring slumber of intoxication he turns and glances to the storyteller. He runs a thick-fingered hand through the strip of red mane splitting his scalp in half, leaving it sticking up in all directions. He continues to survey the tavern, looking for other potential challengers and seems barely interested in the tale being spun. He gulps greedily from the foaming mug, ale spilling down his beard as he does so. The burly dwarf pauses occasionally only to spit some sort of brown liquid onto the floor of the inn, likely caused from whatever he is chewing that is filling one cheek. How he manages to drink without swallowing it is a minor mystery.

As the tale teller begins to spin on about the castle, genie and granted wish he strides closer. He grunts and glares, forcing his way as close as he can, eyes wide as he envisions the possibilities of a granted wish. As the one armed man finishes his tale, Jarrol does his best to shoulder his way forward through the interested throng of onlookers to speak.

"I do be Jarrol Ironhead and if'n ye be headed ta such a place, I do be bettin' that ye'll need a feller what has both his arms ta help ye get to yer castle. I do be yer dwarf fer such a trip. Now that e'eryone here knows ye be havin' a ring ta get in to it, ye'll be lucky t' make it through the night without one o' these fellers tryin' t' take it an' set out on their own. Ye won't be findin no more loyal nor fearless accom...accompa...guard ta be at yer side."

He scrunches up his face as he tries and fails to come up with a fancier word for guard but quickly moves on to displaying his impressive physical attributes visible beneath his bladed and spiked armor. He grins broadly, his stained teeth splitting through his ruddy beard.

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[Akroma666]

Character Name: Druegar Grizzleclaw
Account: Akroma666
Class: Bear Warrior

The big hulking man of stone and furs drinks form his large goblet by the bar. An out of place rowdy fire haired dwarf spitting along the floor catches his eye. He approaches and introduces himself. He speaks slow, dragging a snarl, and flaired with an accent (Russian?).

I Druegar'.. I no like these walls much.. but ale' is welcoming.. I wish to buy pint' for you, if have me drink at table?

He pulls up a chair and sits with the group as the hours go late and the one armed man begins to spin his tale. After he hears the dwarf speak up about guarding the fool, he chimes in.

I make sure you safe for night, but..Burps I no think it wise to stay inside inn' full of people and ti'ght spaces. Maybe outside, yes?

He wipes the ale from his face with his bear skin bracers and awaits the reply. Upon watching the dwarf flex.. he feels left out and simply must display his strength.. so he quickly Smashes a iron ale stein flat with a loud bang as those left in the bar awake will quickly turn heads and see a grinning Druegar holding up a flat what was once ale stein proudly.

[Akroma666]

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[DM Lobo]

Druegar and the last few around the table continue chatting until the one armed man finally retires. Druegar makes several friends including a human barbarian who share banter between themselfs.

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The man gets up to leave, you notice Hazel and the others all slowly 'flock' towards him heading towards the stairs leading upto the rooms. The barbarian also leaves saying his farewells he buys you one final drink and gives you his name "Lord Shay" he told you he used to work for the city watch in BG, until he was kicked out by the captain but never told you why. He asked if the two of you could meet tomorrow before he departs.

Hazel can be seen approching the man, they stop and talk. On lookers may notice the man struggling to stand still, wobbling from side to side.

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The man stares blankly at you mubbling – you fail to understand what the man is saying but do make out a few words "The curse" and "won't stop" the man then sways from side to side as you continue to talk to him, you assume this is the drink talking however as the man seems fine.

A tired barmaid tends to the remaining people at the tavern, approching Damien with a smile, a drained smile she nods to him and quickly heads over to the counter where Bently watches from a distance.

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The Barmaid makes polite convercation with you briefly chatting to you about her day, and the crazy one armed man. She tells you not to take what he says too seriously before taking a small bag of coins, she dashes off to gather your order.

The Barmaid returns placing his order on the table picking up empty glasses as she goes by. Damien then goes over to the old armed man, where Hazel is. Jarrol shortly joins, with Maura making her way over in the back as well. Jarrol waits for a few moments before asking the man his question


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The man looks paniced as he looks from side to side, as if seeing something terrible "DON'T LET IT GET ME!" He screams out – his voice barely heard under the idle background chatter. Before you have any chance to react the man falls down in a slump, rolling down the steps into a deep coma.

Maura finally approches the one armed man walking up the steps, however – as she gets close the one armed man suddenly falls down rolling down the steps. Maura barely dodges him as the man remains seemingly "out cold" at the bottom of the steps. Her voice seems to trail off as she turns looking down at the now unconscious man.

The remaining people inside the Inn simply laugh as he falls down, to them – this is all normal, even Bently shakes his head at the man. Lucia quickly dashes over, having finished her drink seeing the man out cold on the floor. The five of you all seem to meet up on the stairs leading upto the rooms, Lucia at the bottom of the steps with the man.

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The mans ring seems to be giving out a strange 'huming signal' that gives you a mild headache, the man has his fist closed tightly around the ring.

[Ambaryerno]

Lucia waves her arms at the other in warning, as she pinches the bridge of her nose against the humming reverberating around her skull.

"Stay back, there is something odd about the ring!" she says, as she checks the man's condition (Heal +3. I think. Can't get online to check my stats). "Someone fetch a Cleric!"

Without waiting to see if anyone complies, she casts Detect Magic on the ring.

[Tantive]

Maura stands flabbergasted seeing the man drop down the steps."Ser!" she called out, following him down. Her attention flit to Lucia on her warning, giving a pause in her approach and searched for a ring on the man's finger that the woman mentioned. "A ring, what do you speak of?"

Noticing immediately the somatics and verbal command in the casting of spell by Lucia, she crouched on her knees near the man without touching him directly and slipped her hand into her own sleeve. A wand was taken out without the casting of spell that was charged within, instead she poked the hand aside to look what was strained in the fallen man's grasp, in hopes of recognition.* "What do you see?" she asked of Lucia, and worriedly looked around to any that had answered the call for a Cleric.

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[Moltrazahn]

To the barmaid:
"I don't mind the crazy ones. It's the sane ones you want to watch out for"

With that, the man gives her a smile and proceeds with the evening.

As the events later unfold, Damian rushes with Lucia to the man as he drops. Letting the others deal with the magic ring. He inspects the one-armed man and tries to aid if possible (Heal skill ranks: 17). He would do what he can, but nothing too intensiv or requiring something above his abilities.he speaks while he works.

"Bah, lemme have a glance before you call some fanatic cultist in here... clerics. Pft! Any preacher of some hypothetical deity that eats souls is a cultist... just with better wardrope! Anyways..interesting start of the evening... and what was all that about "not letting them get him"? ... crazy or drunk I'd reckon.."

[Wyatt]

As the man collapses, Jarrol positions himself over the man guardedly. He looks suspiciously at the others as they gather and murmer about the ring. He grinds his teeth and holds up his thick arms in warding gestures, the spikes and blades on his armor glinting menacingly.

Hah! I knowed it! Telled him some'un'd try an' take his ring an' set out on their own. Which one o' ye finger wagglers magicked this feller ta the floor?

(intimidate 15 ish)

[Tantive]

Maura gasp but soon her visage twisted and shot the dwarf an annoyed look, not hiding the tint of anger in her voice from the accusation. She rose up, her lith and tall form towering over the dwarf with accusing points and pokes of her finger on the dwarf menacing armor. "Mind who you wantonly accuse dwarf, before any might think you poisoned his ale," she declared, then crossed her arms shooting continued daggers from her eyes to Jarrol.