Lord Shield's Bar.... I've no idea what number.

[Ar-Cunin]

Well - for my last adventure I was part of a group fighting an undead invasion.

And I haven't really planned anything in the forseeable future - other than sitting down and having a quiet drink - but I'm always open to ideas.

[Skydracgrrl]

A elven girl strode in, and after dropping her weapons off at the door, sat down and put her feet up,stretching. "Aah, long time no see. where's the bartender?" Skye asked, sipping at some elven mead.
OOC- i dont suppose anyone thought of PMing Lord Shield to let him know that you guys started his bar up again..? Its good to see it making a come back. where'd you be without the clutzy elf girl? *wink* ^_^

[Neb]

The Steam Genasi bartender which had taken over shrugged as it served the elf her drink, "No idea, he's probably in his room or in stasis or off on some quest."

A small chaotic magical discharge from Encard animated a potted plant which tried to eat several patrons.

(OOC: Nah, I don't think he has the time to manage the thread, he probably knows of it's ressurrection anyway.)

[ 05-02-2002, 05:16 AM: Message edited by: Neb ]

[Neb]

The Bar moved.

It left the Outlands, also known as the Concordant Opposition and reappeared in the city of Athkatla. In the Forgotten Realms. Earlier they'd managed to gain themselves a rather bad reputation here since Minotaurs and horse... Manure, had been regularly catapulted at the Cowled Wizards and the order of the Radiant Heart.

[Cyril Darkcloud]

Myron Epimetheus

He ceases to speak in the ancient language and his feet settle firmly onto the floor at the base of the steps and immediately resume their restless shuffling. He sits at a small table and opens his book. “Yes. Yes, there are still so many thoughts to think and so little time within which to think them. A strange thing, time, moving forward, always forward. Strange it is that it never simply stays. No, there is never enough time - it is always leaving, leaving never to return. One simply never has enough time to think the thoughts one needs to think .....” He mutters as he reads, reciting a confusing litany of ideas about time and memory and thought and the importance of having small pieces of paper upon which to write. The persistent return of his mutterings to the need for small pieces of paper eventually dominates his thinking to the point that he looks up from his book. With a nervous motion he calls one of the serving staff to his table. “I would like something warm to drink. O yes, that will do quite nicely, something warm. Yes, something warm to drink and a large stack of those little square napkins which are so wonderful for the recording of ideas. Yes, please hurry with the napkins - there is so little time for the writing of the thoughts one thinks about thinking.”

He looks up as a warm drink and a stack of napkins are placed before him, sensing a change in the tavern. “We have moved. Yes, yes, it would seem that we have. Moved on from one place to another and a new place always leads one to the thinking of new thoughts .....” He sips upon his drink as his mind races, excited by the memory of something familiar about this place. At the mention of the name Athkatla he suddenly sits up. “Why of course! We have come to the place where the scrolls were last seen. Yes, very ancient scrolls they were with writing that is quite unlike the hurried scribbles one reads today. I do so wish to read such writing. I simply must find the time. If only there were someone that would find them ....”

ooc: Here is an available quest if there are any takers.

[Skydracgrrl]

OOC- ooh, ooh, me, me! I am soo bor-ed! ^.^ anyone wanna accompany the elf-girl? ^_^

[Cloudbringer]

ooc: no he doesn't! But if I think of it next time I see him, I'll tell him it's open again. [img]smile.gif[/img]

ic: StormCloud drinks her elven wine, cautiously peering around the bar, then heads out, planning to come back later, the place might have potential and she considers her options as she walks out, glancing at the other patrons as she does.

[Avatar]

Holy Temple of Aerie Challenge!


The temple has captured a Fallen Solar that has betrayed Aerie! This high level fallen solar is on this plane and encaged at the temple, the only way to destroy it is to fight it to the death! My members are too valuable so it is open to the public to fight the Fallen Solar!
You enter at you won risk! I will act as the Fallen Solar clearly labelling so.
For example:
Fallen Solar
How dare you disturb me?! Feel my wrath!!! *fallen solar attacks with Lesser Whirlwind dealing damage (determined by dice roll).

You have to list your HP, AC and class and level and weapons before you start. Report to me 1st! I will be on IW between 2pm to 10pm GMT.

here are some stats on the fallen solar (who can summon creatures)
Name: Gwonchon
Class: Solar (Fallen)
Size: HUGE
HP: around 66d8+100 or so
Weapons: +5 Vorpal sword (slay on hit unless save) 2d6+18+45 dmg
or
+2 Mighty Composite Bow (slay arrows unknown) 1d8+7 dmg
Feats: Power Attack, Dodge, Immune to +2 and below weapons, move silently, spot stealth, Fly at 3x speed

Each post will have 2 rounds each. Except the 1st post which gets you only 1 round free.
So:
You get 1 round
Solar gets 2 rounds
You get 2 rounds
soooo on...

So example:

Round 1Avatar
Avatar casts MagicMissile x3x5 Contingency dealing 45 dmg
Avatar casts protection from death spells

Round 1Solar
Solar uses arrow of elf slaying, misses
Solar uses arrow of elf slaying, hits, no effect

Round 2Solar
Solar hits Avatar with Vorpal+5 sword dealing 71 dmg
Solar misses Avatar

Round 2Avatar
Avatar casts Heal on self

Round 3Avatar
Avatar casts Stoneskin
Avatar casts Globe of Blades

so on......
Challenge starts on 2pm GMT Monday
only one person can take on the solar at once.
Be Sensible, I can resurrect you if you get killed!

[Skydracgrrl]

Originally posted by Skydracgrrl: OOC- ooh, ooh, me, me! I am soo bor-ed! ^.^ anyone wanna accompany the elf-girl? ^_^

OOC- Well, don't everyone jump up at once... -_-;;

[Cyril Darkcloud]

Myron Epimetheus

The young elvish woman’s protestation of boredom reaches his ears just as he was about to return to his reading and jotting down of notes. To be distracted twice in a few moments after so many years of uninterrupted thought is a puzzling thing. “Bored, she said. She said that she is bored. But there is simply so much to do that I fail to understand how she might be bored. Yes. Yes, there is just so much to do and so many, many thoughts to think. O dear! It seems her being bored has caused me to lose my place. I must find it again. A terrible thing it is to have lost one’s place – why the thought of a mind set adrift away from its thoughts is simply too terrible to linger with!” He stares vacantly a moment shuddering in horror at this thought until his restlessly moving mind seizes upon the idea of place and its absence. He laughs softly in delight at a new puzzle to pursue and begins to scribble on the small square napkins which are so wonderful for the writing of notes, muttering cryptic things about curvatures in space produced by the presence of physical bodies.