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Post by DM Sir Carnifex on Jan 16, 2009 23:44:20 GMT -5
Rather than use the Flaming Fist thread for Role-Play, this one will now be used. The original thread in the Guilds section can still be used for applications and announcements, but reports, etc can go here.
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Post by DM blessedone on Jan 17, 2009 12:19:11 GMT -5
He quickly walks down the roadway to the Castle of the Fist and his face is red with anger. His red hair is pulled neatly to the back and his green eyes are steeled. Still, he does look over his shoulder once in a while to catch a glimpse of those around him just to be sure. He knows all too well the skill of this one. He soon finds himself standing at the front entrance and gives his salute and never slows his pace......
He storms into the Keep, "Where is it?" he asked through gritted teeth of anger. The sentry stood to attention and looked to the Lt. with a question upon his face. "Where is this...letter that has been left." he said as he took a deep breath to calm himself. It was not this sentries fault and Aiden knew he needed to calm himself. "It's...." he started with a shaky voice. "It is with them sir." as he pointed to a gathering and then returned to his position of attention while speaking with the ranking officer. Aiden gave to him a quick nod and gave him the order to be at ease as he made his way to this gathering.....
"What is this?" a young one stared as they stared down at the note reading it. "Sounds like someone has found something important". another said as they took turns looking it over. Aiden stood there for but a moment when the soldiers noticed his presence. They snapped to attention and the note lazily floated to the floor of the Keep. He looks down to the piece of parchement upon the floor and then back to the soldiers. He takes a moment to look each of them into their eyes, looking for any signs of worry and fear within them. He saw nothing thus far and felt confident that they knew nothing as of yet. This was good. "I believe you three have duties to attend to yes?" as he looked to each of them. They quickly nodded their heads and gave a salute. Aiden returned the salute and dissmissed them.
He looked to the floor. That piece of parchment that layed there....taunting Aiden. Whispers and rumors had reached his ears of the attempted assassination of the one they call 'The Watcher'. He did not know for sure who this Watcher was, but, had his thoughts on the matter, but never could prove it to be. Now, what has reached his ears is disturbing indeed. Three killed inside the city walls! One of which was a Weave Masters on top of it all. The political pressure was about to mount upon the Fist and Aiden knew this to be true. He stared at tha parchment as it layed there and he took a deep breath and swallowed hard as he reached down to retrieve it.
He read over it and shook his head as the knowledge poured into his mind and the memories flashed through his head of all that took place, so he had heard. Surely this was nothing but lies? Surely this....was....a rue? Aiden rolled up the parchment and removed all expression from his face as he made his way to the Duke with this note.......
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Post by DM Cephas on Jan 20, 2009 15:33:27 GMT -5
A message is sent to Lt Aiden via courier. ~~~~~ooo~~~~~ Lieutenant Aiden, It has been a while since we have seen each other or talked. I pray to Ilmater that things are well with you. Unfortunately, however, this missive isn't one of social matters. As you probably already know, one of my guildsmen was killed within Baldur Gates' walls. I am thankful that the priests were able to raise him in time but the attack was made nonetheless.
I write to you not as an angry citizen demanding justice but as a friend seeking aid and cooperation. Should your ears befall upon any leads on the attacker, the relaying of such news to my Weave Scouts would be received with great appreciation. And if any reach our ears, they will be relayed to you as well. The one named the Phantom recently departed our numbers to join your ranks so he may perhaps be the best intermediary should you approve it.
I thank you in advance for the reading of this letter and the consideration of my request.
Sincerely, Exarch Nahum~~~~~ooo~~~~~
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Post by DM williamfredrickson on Jan 26, 2009 4:16:36 GMT -5
William sat at his desk in his quarters at the Weave Tower. On the table in front of him, his hat rested on the worn wooden surface, along with a bottle of wine next to his unsheathed falchion. Tracing a finger along the black polished blade he starred at his reflection on its surface, and took a deep sigh. I don’t even know what to say, he thought glumly. How does one write such a letter? Should I even be the one to do it? He shook his head, and frowned. Of course I have to. I promised Markon Ascaron I would.
William had met the noble man on the road the previous night. Markon had been a friend of both Keagan and Kahlen, and was deeply perturbed that no one had taken the bold step of informing Kahlen of his brothers death. It had been days since the former Weave Captain had died, and his brother had no idea as of yet. Markon had suggested that William do something about informing Kahlen as soon as he could, and William had solemnly agreed.
With another sigh, he began to write :
“Kahlen Wyndsoul,
My name is William Fredrickson. I am a Defender in the Weave Guardians. I have never met you before, Sir Kahlen, but I have known your brother, Weave Captain Keagan, who was my commanding officer in the Weave Masters. I also have just recently made the acquaintance of Markon Ascaron, a friend of both you and your brother. On his prompting, I have taken it upon myself to be the bearer of the most dire and sorrowful of news.
Your brother, Keagan Wyndsould, is dead. He was killed, by the machinations of a foul drow named Belados in depths of the Underdark several days ago. The warrior Ujio was with him during his final minutes. I do not believe it my place to tell you of the details of his death, as I was not present, but I can assure you that he did die with the utmost honor. I am sure that Weave Exarch Nahum, as he was present when Ujio himself returned from the Underdark, bloodied and beaten, would be willing to tell you all that he knows, along with Ujio himself. I know this is terrible news, but I beg of you to come to the Weave Tower as soon as you can so you can know of the entire accounts leading up to Keagan’s death.
I am sorry this news had to come from me, a stranger you have never met, but I had made a promise to Markon that I would tell you, and I couldn’t dishonor my former Captain in not telling his kin of his death as well. I wish I had the nerve to tell you sooner.
I can also assure you that the Weave Masters are making every preparation possible in avenging your brothers death and will not stop until duty has been done. I pledge my life in avenging the death of Captain Keagan as well. If you wish even to seek revenge on your own for this deed, I would pledge my sword to your assistance. But even if that is the case, I beg of you to return to the Weave Tower and speak with the Exarchs. We wish revenge as much as you do.
Respectfully,
William Fredrickson, Weave Guardian Defender, and Acting Weave Captain”
Willaim set down his quill and gazed slowly over the letter. Taking a long drink from the wine bottle, he rolled up the letter and proceeded to press a hot wax seal onto it, sealing the message. Then donning his hat and white Weave Master cloak, and sheathing his sword, he left the Istari Tower, heading to the Flaming Fist headquarters. Upon entering, he hands the letter to a clerk.
“Give this to Kahlen, as soon as you see him.”
He leaves without another word, returing to the Weave Tower and informing Exarch Nahum of his delivering of the message and the fufilment of his promise to Markon.
///this message is also posted in the Weave Masters Correspondences thread.
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Post by Zealote on Jan 26, 2009 17:26:34 GMT -5
From shadow to shadow, the man dressed in black makes his way to the Flaming Fist Barraks. At the door, he reveals himself and removes the hood. "Good evening soldier. I am here to speak with Kahlen, the Elf Scout. I will wait as long as it takes. But I need to speak with him today. Tell him that Ujio is here, to speak about his brother". He stands at the entrance waiting for the response.
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Post by broham2 on Jan 26, 2009 17:44:37 GMT -5
Kahlen rubs his aching shoulder muscle as he locks away the last of his traveling pack into his footlocker in the Flaming Fist barracks. The bustle around him heightens as a changing of the guard is about to take place. Young recruits, overly eager to draw their blades mix with older soldiers overly eager to drain a tankard, mingling together in a buzz of activity. Metal clanking on metal, wild boasts, and the smell of oiled leather fill the air…
It has been a long time since he has been able to shirk his duties and relax at the Elfsong for his customary feast. What will go along with the feast, the relaxing session with his favorite pipe and his pouch of stinkweed, is what he really craves. He smiles as he thinks of it. On his bed lays a scroll that was handed to him when he returned from his journey, a journey that he had been assigned under protest, but one that allowed him to think much and do little. He had just arrived back from an overland journey to Daggerford, escorting a ‘merchant’ for the Dukes. There was no doubt more to the merchant than what was let on, but Kahlen didn’t pry into it, nor would he ever try to.
As Kahlen grabbed the scroll and stuffed it into his belt unopened he headed down the stairs. The scroll was from the Weavemasters by the looks of things, and he was still struggling with his feelings toward them. As he rounded the corner he nearly ran into a young porter that was flying up the stairway..
“Private Wyndsoul?” The boy asked, nearly out of breath, “You have a visitor sir, I think he is the one they call Ujio!” The boys face contorts oddly at the name of the man, unsure whether he was saying it right, but certain he had heard the name before.
“Ujio? Here for me?” Kahlen replies confused. As he nears the landing of the stairs he begins to wonder, removing the scroll from his belt. He spots Ujio standing there, and as he approaches he slowly looks to the scroll and back to the man before him.
“Ujio? You are looking for me?”
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Post by Zealote on Jan 26, 2009 18:40:03 GMT -5
Ujio pulls back his hood and exposes the wound. He looks at Kahlen directly in the eyes and the wound, looking fresh as it was made today begins to smell like flesh burning. "Im here to tell you that your brother is dead". He pauses for a few seconds and reaches for the wound on his neck. "He died by my hands, as he was fighting to save me. We were captured by the drow and thrown in the pits to fight for our lives. When I refused to fight, he began to attack me and scream for me to kill him, so I could escape and tell you what really happened. I...am sorry. I wont ask for your friendship, but I do ask you to believe me. He died with his honor, and bravely. And he saved my life". He turns to show you the wound. "This is the brand they gave me after the fight, to remind me of what i did, and how I am their property". He looks back at Kahlen. "I will not judge you if you want to kill me". Ujio puts back his hood and looks at Kahlen, expecting a fight.
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Post by broham2 on Jan 26, 2009 22:40:51 GMT -5
The words came, but as soon as he heard 'dead' they sounded as if they were spoken underwater. As the world began to shift and spin on it's own Kahlen felt as if he would faint and his breathing became difficult. Emotions and words both struggled to form but neither came. As moments past, Kahlen realized that this was no dream. Ujio was saying that his brother had died.
As the smell of burnt flesh brought him to his senses, Kahlen looked into Ujio's eyes and saw it to be true. Why would he lie? Ujio wasn't well known, but Kahlen knew enough of him to know he was an honorable person. The frenzy of thoughts and feelings made his first attempt at speech come out as gibberish..
"I.. you.. My..."
"You killed my brother? He wanted you...he.. you..dead?"
Then one word formed.
"Drow"
It was as if all of his feelings, his thoughts, and his frustrations had found the one target they shared, the one thing to coalesce his frenzied thoughts into one calm, fateful force.
"Drow" he said again.. "I shall have my revenge"
As Kahlen's nerve returned he asked Ujio the hundreds of questions that came. When did it happen, why hadn't anyone told him sooner, where was his body... he asked of the brand, on how he came back to the surface, and if he knew what the Weave Masters had planned.
He understood then that Ujio did what he had to do. He knew his brother well enough to know that his life would be freely given to save anothers, and that attacking Ujio would only make his brother's death in vain. He looked over Ujio and his burn, feeling sorry for him, and hoping that he realized that his life was worth more than it was previously.
As he heard the responses he thought of the scroll.. The Weave Masters! He quickly unrolled the scroll and read it aloud. He needed to know all he could know of his brother's death. He needed to form a plan, and seek vengence for his brother's murder.
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Post by Zealote on Jan 27, 2009 2:43:31 GMT -5
*Ujio answered all the questions asked to him. With details*
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Post by emphazima on Jan 27, 2009 15:34:42 GMT -5
A letter to the Flaming Fist, left with a clerk at their castle
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Post by Zealote on Jan 31, 2009 13:19:01 GMT -5
Pvt. Winston White's Report.
To Lt. Aiden McBride:
"Last night the Emissary from Cormyr, our former Lt. Justin Crownsilver, approached me in the Farmlands. He told me about a supposed Ranger named Xellos, and the encounter he had with her. Sir Justin told me he was deep in the Cloakwoods and was attacked by giant spiders. After leaving the woods, he met, surprised, another giant spider in the Tradeway. After slaying the spider, the ranger named Xellos came to him and offended him, also claiming to be the owner of such spider. He warned her to hold her tongue and refrain from disrespect him, but his words were in vain. He claims that she spoke bad and disrespectful things about the Fist several times and called him some things in cant write here. He asks for he arrest and puts himself at the disposal of the Flaming Fist to testify and help in any way he can. He is a noble and a diplomat. This sort of event cant happen again."
Pvt. Winston.
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Post by broham1 on Feb 21, 2009 15:37:39 GMT -5
***This letter is given to the guards at the Fist compound, with a smile and a bow***
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Post by CartMid on Feb 21, 2009 18:46:54 GMT -5
In a report filled by Pvt. Haldur
In my recent patrols, I found a group of adventurers in front of the temple of Bhaal that claimed evil cultists are active in the woods of sharpteeth.
They demand our immediate action in the area.
Waiting for furthers instructions,
Pvt. Kaliel Haldur
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Post by DM Sir Carnifex on Feb 22, 2009 0:01:07 GMT -5
After a tough day patrolling in which they killed more bandits, gnolls, goblins, and trolls than they cared to remember, three Flaming Fist officers were glad to be at the end of it. Now there was just one more thing to be done before they could call it a day.
Lasmus, Kaliel, and Winston opened the door and walked inside. After taking care of some business, they all sat down for a time. One of them spoke, breaking the silence.
"Deal."
The game went on into the night.
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Post by DM blessedone on Feb 24, 2009 18:00:08 GMT -5
Still bleeding badly and sporting a limp now, Aiden finally finds himself before the Temple of Helm with relief in his heart. Cowards have once again found their ways to cause havoc and chaos in the lands and have once again tried to strike fear into the hearts of those who stand against such shadows. Yet, this was one soldier they did not bet on being alive still. Lt. McBride was blessed to even have made it back to the Temple to heal after the attack upon him by, whom he thought to be, the same little Gnome or Dwarf that attacked him not so long ago without any success at all. This time however, the little one was swift and deadly and with great surprise. This time the little one knew right where to strike, no doubt after the first encounter with Aiden, the little one learned a thing or two. A thing or two that was now employed against the soldier of the Fist. Aiden spent some time to heal up at that Temple and then decided he had better go and get his reports caught up and send word to the Chain of Command. Assassins have returned...... The sun was high in the sky and the streets were a buzz with people walking about in the Palace District of the city. Aiden finally came to be in front of the Keep of the Fist and gave his salute to the sentries posted up. He made his way inside and gave a salute to them as well and the sentry posted there spoke up, "Sir, these are for you sir. They have been here for some time now...." as he hands a few letters to the ranking officer. Aiden took them and nodded as he looked them over a bit. "Thank you soldier." as he turned to make his way to a place where he could read over them and do his reports. He eventually found himself at a desk in the common area of the Keep and began to read. He reads over Pvt. Winston's report on Xellos and an old friend of his, Justin Crownsilver. He reads over Doolin's letter of recomendation for Kaliel and Winston and even the poor man John and then reads over the letter from Kierran Navar, Brother Bron and finally over Pvt. Haldur's report to finish his reviews of the most recent events, requests and recomendations over the last few tenday or so. He let's out a sigh and shakes his head a bit noting that the activity on the Tradeway was picking up once again. Which was obvious with the attempted assassination upon his very life. Recent raids on the Thieves dispersed them well enough, but, apparently not long enough. He grabs his leg as a pain shoots through it and he winces only slightly. Lt. McBride then retrieves some parchment and a quill with a vial of ink to begin his reports and replies...... Doolin Flandlehorn,
I am in receipt of your letter stating, with high regards, the actions of my soldiers and the way they have performed their duties. I would have been dissapointed had they performed any less than is expected of them as a Flaming Fist soldier. I thank you for taking the time to express your feelings on such as well as making their chain of command aware of their actions. I shall personally take a moment to give them the proper praise that is deserved of their actions by your own word and a copy of your letter shall be given to each of the Soldiers and the Duke made aware as well. I pray that in the future, we can be there when needed and provide the aid as needed so that the roads can be a safer place for all to travel upon. Again, thank you for your time.
Lt. Aiden McBride *********************************************** with that, Aiden rolls up the parchment and seals it with wax and gives it to a sentry to deliver to Mr. Fandlehorn. He pulls out another piece of parchement and begins again...... Pvt. Winston,
I want to commend you on a job well done with the handling of the situation with the Emmisary of Cormyr, Justin Crownsilver. He is a long time friend of mine as well as the Flaming Fist. To hear of such treatment does bring rise for concern. If we can find this rogue of a ranger, then, perhaps we will need to speak with her. I know of many rangers in the region that are good at heart and have aided us many times. Let us remember not to let this be a beacon to harrass any and all Rangers. Having said that, we do indeed need to find this one single ranger and speak with her.
Also, I have recieved a letter from a Mr. Fandlehorn who has spoke highly of your actions recently. Let me be the first to give you a job well done! It is always a moment of pride for a leader to hear such good things in these dark times. I shall be sure to mention to Duke Eltan of this as well as provide to you a scribed copy of his letter for you to keep and perhaps display. Keep up the good work and remember always that it is our duty as Flaming Fist soldiers to do such as this......
Lt. Aiden McBride with that, the ranking officer rolls up the parchment and seals it with wax as well and gives it to the sentry to give to Pvt. Winston and takes a moment to think on his next reply before he begins his report.......
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