Chapter 1: Gregor Wolfsheim's party (for Odin Magnus, Sir Byronas, Lucre and Regin)

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[ 01-16-2002: Message edited by: 250 ]

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To Regin Strongarm and Lucre:

Gatekeeper Galen gave an incredious look at the two small figures appeared at the Manshion's front gate, and said with an impatient tone to the armed dwarf "pardon me, but this is not the place for you." Then he took time to examine the nicely dressed halfling.

Fine silky tunic and golden garment, neatly sacked bright red hair falling behind, eyes bright, the halfling looked like a noble indeed!

Galen bowed politely "Do you happen to have an invitation, my good lord?"


OOC: Lucre had previously tricked Regin Strongarm into a bet, and won the bet against the dwarf. the proud mountain dwarf is to serve Lucre as body guard for a year by his own words (ofc, the dwarf is not happy about it [img]tongue.gif[/img] )

Gregor Wolfsheim is helding a party, the purpose is not known to you, but the resourcesful halfling had heard the invited guests are prominent nobles and landlords, and rich merchants of Goriffen Dale. Of course, out of halfling curiousity, he wanted to come, and brought Regin along.

You have to find a way to enter the manshion

[Lucre]

Lucre looked at Regin as if to say "get ready for something to happen" and then at the guard,

"Yes i do, but you'll have to bend down to look at it seeings as im only a little halfling, O and don't worry about Rusty he's just a bit too proud,"

He said pointing at Regin. As the guard looked down he saw a glimmer in the halfling's hand that looked like one of the invitations sent out by the butler while they had been playing cards in the servants house

"All seems to be in order there, you may pass."

As the guard went back to his post Regin hit the back of his head and he slumped to the ground. Lucre whispered to the dwarf as if laughing

" There was no need to do that, its not as if the ticket was fake. I won it from a bet with some drunk in the Tavern who was stupid enough to think he was better at drinking than a halfling."

Lucre and Regin walked into the noble's house ready for some rich pickings...

(OOC: is this the kind of stuff you want?)

[ 11-17-2001: Message edited by: Lucre ]

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OOC: I'll let you pass this time
also do not assume actions for the other players
Regin will choose his own action.

It is advised that you use plain text (not bold, DM use bold to avoid confusing)


Luckly, there was no one around, and no gaurd was about. The two of you entered the manshion. The two guards gave you little nod "Evening, my lord" and let you passed.

In the main hall, several nobles were talking quietly, and ocassionaly broke a laughter. The music was playing rythemically. A large table in white cover is on your left hand side, fresh fruits, delicious food and fine beverages are set atop. Two stairs led to second floor, one on the right and one on the left in front of you. Each is guarded by one guard.

To your right is the ball room, ladies with fashioned dressed grouped together and giggled about intimacy tales. A few couples danced with the music. A huge Chandeliers hanging from the second floor landing.

To your right is the Parlor, another huge chandeliers hanging inside. The room is filled with large wooden furnitures. The woods are painted so that they can stand against fire.

Several servants went about, no one seemed to pay attention to you two.

Peaking your head to the Parlor room, you spoted two interesting humans that dont seem to belong here.

One is a mid aged man, white hair, tanned skin, slender, wrinkled face, long limbs, bony hand. He dressed in dark green silk robes, with a jade dragon circling around each sleeve. He sat near one table impatiently, looking about everyonce a while.

Sitting cross the table from the mage is another human, a fighter sort. He sat very straight, and wearing an old chainmail. Funny that his equipment dont seem to be a set, instead, they looked like different outfit pieced together. A lame quality long sword sheathed in his belt. By Lucre's kin halfling sense, this man probally just get robbed. The human sat proudly, face grim and dark. Not talking to anyone.


OOC:
the mage is Odin Magnus, he is one of the Palace Mage, he had worked in the Palace Mage for five years, and advanced his rank at a remarkable pace. Now his rank is Sentinel Mage (S.M.)
Odin, you business here, is: you just discovered missing prisoners in Capitol Prison. Many prisoners mysteriously disappeared during the night in the past several months. You are here to consult Lord Gregor Wolfsheim, by your master, Archmage Elsser'rander's instructions.


The human fighter is a paladin, his name is Byronas Stormcloud. He just got robbed, unfortunately. He lost all his items, and he is here to ask Gregor Wolfsheim a favor to put him under the Crown Guard as a mercinery.

REMEMBER: Lucre and Regin Strongarm DO NOT KNOW these information.

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[Sir ReGiN]

Regin followed Lucre into the main hall. He saw many nnobles, and also common people, dancing and laughing. He hated this place already..
Looking around to the left, and saw nothing but a couple of old ladies, sitting around and talking, he then turned to the right where he saw a Parlor room, with several distinguished men sitting around some tables, smoking and laughing.
Two men stuck out from the crowd though, one was a man dressed like a mage, sitting at a table, looking nervously around him. The other was a man, that looked like he had seen many battle, but also, like he had just been robbed.
"Hey, Lucre. Have a look at those two over there." he whisperes to Lucre, "What do you think?"

[Legolas]

OOC: Is 'my' party 'allowed' to read this or are you planning to intertwine the two campaigns? If you are, I'll stop reading [img]smile.gif[/img] (actually, I'm hoping you are. Legolas would probably like Sir Byronas right away...)

[Sir Byronas]

Byronas suddenly noticed a halfing and a dwarf who didn't fit at all in this party. "Who are they?" he thought "Murders or thieves?" Then he concentrate in his thoughts. He had to find his weapons cause the only thing he had was an old holy symbol of Helm.


(OOC:That's the way you want to be 250?)

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OOC:
Byranos you'll get your items in time [img]smile.gif[/img]
for now, you guys feel free to introduce yourself, or remain silent as you desire.

I'll give the next scene once people are done (not required, but I think Odin Magnus and Lucre hasn't read this thread yet, so gave them a chance)

Legolas, feel free to read, critical information will be handled with care, so no worry [img]smile.gif[/img]

[Lucre]

"The kinght looks a bit like a beggar, all he has is the symbol of Helm .Hes probably a reverend or something. That mage looks well of i've seen him around the Palace, but whats really wierd is that he always smells of roses when i see him!" Lucre hissed in Regins ear as they approached the mage and kinght. Lucre heard the knight whisper to his mage friend,
"Who are they? Murderers and thieves, no doubt,"
"I Sir am the The Most Highborn Nob Hobnobbing here tonight," Lucre boasted, " And this you oaffy priest is my protector, there is nothing better than a dwarf with an axe in their hands for protection, come Sir Regin i think we better get a drink and return to these oafs later,"

[Sir ReGiN]

*Hmm...I think we should keep on good foot with these two...we should return later..but now..let's have some Ale!*
Regin start walking towards the bar, but as the suspicious dwarf he is, he looks over his shoulders on his way, and he sees the old paladin following him with his eyes...
*Who are you?*, he says to himself,looking back..

[ 11-18-2001: Message edited by: Sir ReGiN ]