Silemitas: The Search of Lost Time(?)

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Prince RXI

Guest
And now it's time to start:

Over the past few months posters and signs have shown up all across Silemitas proclaiming a job that was to be funded by the Lunaritis head family, the Viliticie clan. It asked for a variety of adventurers whom were willing to escort the heir-apparent on an investigation following the last attack from the "Outworld" hordes... this investigation would lead into one of the foremost forbidden ruins in all of Silemitas and was a call out to any and all adventurers whom were interested in "Lost Time" (No history is written, or remembered by even the dragons of this land, of Silemitas before 1900 years previous)

The setting: The sleepy town of Vlema'Oris in Lunaritis, 45 miles from the western tip of the World Gorge Chasm, a little before High Noon, on the 17th of Medba(August), in a small, nameless tavern.

(Campaign begins)

The room is mostly deserted at this time of day, the wooden chairs stacked on top of the tables and the benches pushed in near the marble-topped bar and blueish stone walls. Only 2 dark-wooded tables, pushed close together and surrounded by 8 chairs, are any sign that the tavern room is open at all.

In one chair sits a man with pointed ears, a lean, yet stout, body and, oddly for his race, short grey hair though his age does not seem right to have such a hue(or lack there-of). He is dressed in an oddly suited tunic with a thin choker of ivy vines around his throat and a short sword lays infront of him on the table, pointing in his direction. He sits talking to the lady next to him, though his eye lids are closed.

In the chair to his left sits a pretty, almost regular, woman with a lush of golden hair falling to below her shoulders and is dressed in a lightly yellowed silk dress that does little to hide the fact that she is a woman. Her blue eyes dance with mirth as she takes in the surroundings, a faint grin on her thin lips.

The other 6 chairs remain empty... for the time being.

(Narration end)
 

Spiderman

Administrator
Staff member
Dorgath stomps up to a table not too close to the one occupied and sits down.

"Barkeep! What are you serving for lunch?"
 
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train

Guest
Sy'Kl opens the door to the tavern, looks around and sees the pair at the table. He moves through the room cautiously and half-bows as he explains he is here
to perform duty in escorting the heir.

"It would be an honor to perform this duty"...
 
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Prince RXI

Guest
The golden haired lady looks Sy'Kl up and down, that same grin still on her lips... then speaks in a low, deep, and melodious voice:

"Good morning to thee, my good sir. My Lord Sceorio shall be along soon." She stands and bows, motioning to a chair. "Good sir, an it please thee, would thou accept a seat with our fellowship?"
 
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Modus Pwnens

Guest
Morthil opens the door to the tavern, and quickly looks around, alert for trouble. When satisfied there is none, he silently retreats to a free table, ignoring everyone else present, for now.
 
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Guest
Sy'Kl
"I'm honored my-lady..."
(half-bows and then accepts a seat watching the room cautiously...)
 
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Prince RXI

Guest
The golden lady smiles at Sy'Kl.

"And where doth though hail from, my goo~"

She is cut off mid-sentence by the heavy oaken front door of the tavern suddenly makes a loud slamming sound, but no one comes in... She just simply smiles for a moment.

"And where doth though hail from, my good sir?"

She suddenly turns and looks to the back of the tavern, where a halfling now lounges in a chair, his slightly hairy feet propped up on a table next to a small but beautifully made harp. A band of daggers drapes across the front of his chest and he seems to effect an eternal snicker on his rounded face.

She giggles a little, then just bows her head, her eyes sparkling even as her lips continue to hold that same faint grin...
 
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Modus Pwnens

Guest
Morthil stood up at the appearance of the Halfling. Getting somewhat curious, he walks up to the fellowship at the table, briefly looks and nods at the man with the pointy ears, then addresses the woman.

"Why is the Lunaritis Family looking for escorts in a place like this?"
 
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Prince RXI

Guest
The golden lady glances at the silent one next to her, then looks at Morthil, her deep blue eyes almost seeming to penetrate his very being...

Suddenly the Grey-haired one speaks...

"The Viliticie family has a small problem, and master Sceorio requires the aid of a select group of stout warriors, some skilled in physical skills, some in magical... and still others in seeking..."

His voice is not loud, but is the kind of voice, deep and almost haunting, that everyone in a room would hear... even in a noisy room...
 

Oversoul

The Tentacled One
"Did I hear someone say, 'problem'? Well, it just so happens that I am in the business of solving problems! And I'm sure that if we work together, we can solve this one. But I forget my manners: I haven't even introduced myself. I am Helata. I deal in potions, herbs, magic, and, of course, problems. Speaking of which, what did you say your problem was?"
 
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Prince RXI

Guest
The Golden Lady looks around the room and notes Dorgath, Sy'Kl, Morthil, and Helata, then turns to the pointy-eared man next to her.

"An it please thee, I shalt now divulge unto thee all what hath transcended apon thy host."

She seems to shimmer for a moment, and a picture suddenly forms in all your minds as she starts her story...

(Mental image)

You all see a shrine under siege from flying machines, and many goblinoid and deamonic beings attacking from the ground. The shrine is well known to many as "The House of the Last Thought", a building of great importance in Sinimas, as it is the only "Relic of Lost Time" that resides within a city. Out of the Shrine comes pouring many hundreds of transformed Lunaritin, lycanthrops of many varieties...

"Five months past, cursed raiders from past the ring mountains and across yonder seas unbreached came once again, fiends of the unseen side of our fair world... They struck apon the shrine and, to all's dismay, breached and stole an artifact of ancestral line so dear."

The image shifts to a bloodly, corpse strewn battlefield, where deamonic, goblinoid, lycaonthopic, and many other races, their bodies mangled beyond recognition, lay in a slowly petering widrow towards to shrine, and out of the shrine comes running 5 beings... 2 orcs, a goblin, a kobald, and a human... one of the orcs carries a box.

"Our foe's forces decimated, and most-all their flying mechanism destroyed, they turned apon their last and fled inland, no doubt seeking a place to fix their foul machine..."

Again it shifts and you now see the flying machine headed towards the middle of the World Gorge* and, it's last restraint failing, crashing on one of the 3 central pillar ruins.

"My lord Sceorio was called apon to investigate those ruins after having gained clearance from all 5 Head Families of our world. His mission, as thou might have guessed, is to hunt down those outlanders most foul and retrieve that which was stolen."

At this, the image fades from your minds, and the grey-haired one speaks again.

"I am Jirandiel, one of the Nemitan Firanist's**, and was selected to aid in this task... This is Lady Mi'Ra'Kle, and what she is, is more important than who..."

At this a tall human dressed in somewhat regal attire, if it weren't slightly tattered around the edges and seams... and there wasn't a hole in the back with a bushy wolf's tail sticking out of it... comes down the stairs and speaks somewhat crossly.

"That's enough Jiran, the Lady has her reasons for her secrets, and I'd be happier if you didn't go spilling them..."

He turns to each person in turn, his tail flickering back and forth a little as he seems to smell you all in turn.

"Hail and well met all. I am Sceorio Viliticie, and I welcome you all to dine with my friends and I upstairs so that we may speak in some privacy." He seems to glare at Jirandiel for a moment, but then the moment is gone. Bowing to you all, he turns and heads back up the stairs... seeming to grumble a little...





*Subnote: the Center of the World Gorge is a large open area with 3 mesas of dark red stone that never seems to crumble or change. The ruins on them have never been explored due to hurricane-force winds that swirl around in that area of the Gorge.

**Subnote: The Firanist are a group of skilled blade masters from Nemita that are called apon to aid the head families of the other 4 nations when it comes to the ruins. They are always called on to inspect a newly opened ruin.
 
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Modus Pwnens

Guest
"Ha, finding stuff is easy as long as you look in the right places. I am intrigued though, so I'll search for you. But let's be honest from the start, my services aren't free. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to look for a meal.. upstairs."

And with that, Morthil turns around to follow Sceorio up the stairs.
 

Spiderman

Administrator
Staff member
"The goblinoid presence intrigues me," Dorgath says and gets up. "I am willing to accompany you in your investigation."
 

Mooseman

Isengar Tussle
"Hmm... Food.....," mutters Jaksen Lochkin as he idly flips a copper piece, "But, I'd have to go all the way upstairs...... hmm, well... why not." Jak,, hops off the chair and walks silently towards the food.
 
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train

Guest
(As the lady passes by, Sy'Kl bows and responds...)

"As you were wondering Lady Mi'Ra'Kle, from the land of the Red Moon, land of fire and war, Corigal..."

(Sy'Kl follows the group upstairs and joins the meal...)
 
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Prince RXI

Guest
She smiles and nods slightly, then heads up the staircase with the rest, Jirandiel waiting till everyone else has started up the stairs, then going up himself, flipping a coin to the barkeep.

At the top of the stairs is a hallway carpeted in a thin, dark satin and the walls have sconces with tightly bundled boughs of fir burning slowly in them. You see Sceorio move through a door towards the back hallway and, following him in, find yourselves in a well furnished dining room. The marble-topped table holds a mid-sized roast of venison and other various local dishes, ranging from split olives to acorn soup.

Sceorio looks at the table and sighs.

"They always try so hard to please us... when I'd personally be fine with basic trail rations. Oh well, by the wayside with it. Please, take a seat and help yourselves... and as we will be working together, may I get your names and a brief background of you?"

He moves to the head of the table, pulls the chair next to him out, and motions to Lady Mi'Ra'Kle, whom comes over, curtsies rather clumsily for all the grace she has shown sofar, and allows him to seat her. He then takes his own chair as Jirandiel takes the far chair.

Jirandiel helps himself to a few split olives then reclines a little... his eyes still closed.
 
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Guest
"I'm Sy'Kl, hailing from Corigal - I've seen many a war and served as a soldier and medic. With no major battles at this time, I simply seek to keep my skills tested until needed again..."
 
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Modus Pwnens

Guest
"My name is Morthil, I'm a proud member of the Vinidak Finders Guild, the finest in Coasin. I find what is lost, or hide what should not be found."
 
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