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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Apr 12, 2010 22:55:47 GMT -5
The hard black stones rush up to meet Gregor as he collapses forward from exhaustion. Opening his eyes, he blinks rapidly as the darkness has been replaced by the bright light of midday. He rubs his bruised cheek gingerly, testing for any broken bones, but is quickly satified that he will survive. He stands and stretches, still pondering the results of his meditation when he decides to look up, straining his neck to see how high into the sky the sun had travelled through the as of yet unrepaired ceiling in his sanctuary.
He strides quickly over to the black and white marbled basin at the foot of his bed, using a cloth to wash the sweat and dirt from his body before dressing in his full battle armor. He quickly wraps a travelling cloak about himself, despite the heat. He fights the urge to lessen the burden with magic, but enduring the elements is something that can be done just as easily with willpower alone. He pushes the discomfort to the back of his mind with fleeting remorse.
He gathers the large book from his altar, the vision in his mind leading him to believe there will be many names to record before this day is finished. The greastword sword, large as it is, fits comfortably in the sheath across his back, snug beneath the shield. He then gathers two young ones, acolytes not older than seven, and has them pack light provisions for their short journey. His best judgement had him arriving before nightfall at Moraad's tower, so he set out with his two young companions for the Wizard's College.
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Post by lonewolf2017 on Apr 13, 2010 12:24:28 GMT -5
Upon arriving at he gate to Moraad's tower you are handed a small stone along with the information that Moraad is in the Dining Hall.
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Post by Nate on Apr 13, 2010 12:44:21 GMT -5
"Who is this Cheech character? What does he look like and what does he do? We may want to move quickly, if we need to get information out him I would rather do it on our terms and not his."
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Post by Deej on Apr 13, 2010 15:18:25 GMT -5
After listening intently to what's been said, and examining Eros' scrolls, Kelnozz finally speaks up:
"Yes. Do pray tell, who is this Cheech? And why would he have anything to do with any of this?"
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Post by joelocaust on Apr 13, 2010 17:07:07 GMT -5
"CHEECH IS A LITTLE PUNKS THAT RUNS AROUND ALL OVER KNOWING TOO MUCH!!! HE CAN DRINK A BEERS, BUT THE RANCOR DOESN'T KNOW WHICH CHEECH ARE WHICH ANYMORE!!! THE RANCOR DOES KNOW WHERE TO FIND HIMS!!!" At that, The Rancor stands up and charges out of the room, back to the Drowning Mermaid to find Cheech again... it worked the first time. On the way out, he yells over his shoulder, "IF SOMETHING GETS PLANNED, TELL THE RANCOR!!!"
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Apr 13, 2010 22:50:52 GMT -5
The low tolling of a bell interupts the conversation in the dining hall. This is followed shortly by the sweat aroma of galbanum, which permeates the air -- whisps of incense rise from the holes in the platinum censor held by a small child who has appeared next to what could be his twin brother, both clad in hooded black robes which bear a small ruby skull across the breast.
Behind them appears a very tall man in black robes emblazed with a much larger ruby skull across the torso. He is carrying an ancient-looking large black leather bound book under one arm and an incredibly long wooden staff in the other. A small tabard hangs from his shoulders, roughly the size of a large wooden shield. The boy carrying the bronze bell gives one last ring before ceasing, noticing he has attracted the attention of everyone around. He timidly shirks back a step. Gregor hands the staff to one of the acolytes for a moment so that he can lift his hood, revealing a handsome face and a crown of white gold nestled amongst brown locks of hair.
He pauses for a long moment, taking in all of those gathered in the dining hall. He seems unsure what to say, but finally settles on a short statement, "I assume you know why I have come, Moraad." He shifts his gaze, looking for recognition from the man without having to further explain himself. He seems confident, but soft-spoken. Those who have lived in the tower for some time recognize Gregor Harlaw as a head priest of an order dedicated to Wee Jas. You would also know that they inhabit a ruined temple nearby which they are in the process of rebuilding by hand.
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Apr 14, 2010 0:41:00 GMT -5
Having been watching the teleport platform for a few moments now, he nods to Gregor when he finishes talking "Yes I do know why you are here. And you have missed alot. I expected you a while ago to be honest. And is there really need for the Theatrics? You know I always know when anyone uses the teleport pad on the floor I'm on." Looking around he shakes his head slightly. "Anyway, let me catch you up." Moraad quickly goes over a quick synopsis of what has happened, to catch Gregor up. He also stops for a moment when the Rancor goes running out, frowning slightly. If anyone moves to get up to follow the Rancor, Moraad waves them back into their seat. "Feldwin will handle the Rancor for now. No reason to stop our planning here."
Looking at Braeden he frowns again. "Cheech is... complicated. From what I have managed to gather, he is a very powerful being...with several different forms or personalities. In appearance, he is a halfling that is very.. exciteable? I guess thats as good a word as any. Honestly you would have to meet him to understand." Stopping he looks at both Eros's and the other 'distinguished guests'. "If any of you would like to try to explain better, I'm sure you've probably had more dealings with him than I have."
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Post by lonewolf2017 on Apr 14, 2010 21:17:40 GMT -5
"Heh." chuckles one of the humans "Cheech is complicated works as well as anything for him." "But he is so much more." States the Black Orc. "Cheech is a god among men. A master of the dark arts yet not truly corrupted my them. What is it he is fond of saying 'what you need; I got it.'" The group laughs. "But on a more serious note Moraad,"states an older gentlemen,"What do you require to get this finished? I do so hate being away from the woods we call home."
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Post by joelocaust on Apr 20, 2010 20:03:12 GMT -5
[ooc] Ha ha, you thought this would be a useful post... [/ooc]
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Post by Nate on Apr 21, 2010 9:16:57 GMT -5
"Well how about we go meet him ourselves. I'd like to introduce myself and time seems to of the essence. Does anyone have a potential bargaining chip or even a way of quickly getting to the Lord of Flames?"
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Post by joelocaust on Apr 21, 2010 9:53:12 GMT -5
The Rancor enters the same bar. "THE RANCOR HAS RETURNED!!! BEER THE RANCOR NOW!!!" The Rancor looks around for a vacant seat and for Cheech or the Lord of Flames. When he sees none of these, he says, "WHERE IS CHEECH!?! DOES ANYBODY KNOW THE LORD OF FLAMERS!?! TELL THE RANCOR NOW!!!" The Rancor chugs a beer and sits down wherever there isn't somebody, especially a table full of people. "DRINK UP!!!"
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Post by joelocaust on May 3, 2010 13:51:06 GMT -5
[ooc] Ha HA! Got you AGAIN! [/ooc]
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on May 3, 2010 15:51:03 GMT -5
[OOC: Where is Lonewolf btw?]
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Post by lonewolf2017 on May 4, 2010 3:13:12 GMT -5
[OOC/] Was out of town but am waiting on a response from Moraad before I can continue. [/OOC]
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Post by joelocaust on May 7, 2010 13:39:50 GMT -5
[ooc] THE RANCOR CARES NOT FOR MORAAD'S DELAYED RESPONSE!!! [/ooc]
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