Keldorn's Order Building

[Sir Eric of Tudor]

The nine foot, apparently halfdragon rides into the yard of the chapter house and pulls up, looking around puzzled by the strange quiet. Dismounting, he leads the truely ugly heavy war horse into the stables and returns several moments later.

The halfdragon, complete with long whip-like tail, carefully folded wings, and horns sweeping backwards from his brow, enters the building and pauses to look around.

The light catches the glint of a white belt and a bastard sword at his hip, worn over a tabard of blue and silver with his crest.

"Hello, I am looking for Sir Bryonas."

[Sir Eric of Tudor]

Seeing noone about, Eric wanders about the building untill coming upon a page.

After calming the page down (he's getting really sick of people being scared of him), he discovers the news of the fight.

Running out to the stables he whispers a few words to his horse, throws the saddle on him and gallops down the road and out of town, frightening several of the townfolk on the way.

[Garnet FalconDance]

Garnet FalconDance emerges from the treeline, ready to report to her Supreme Protector of the latest troubles within her protectorate. She approaches the new headquarters, a lovely abode nestled high within the branches of a living tree. It appears deserted. Puzzled, she enters the keep of her brother clan, Keldorn's Order. Her footsteps echo in the empty halls.

Where has everyone taken themselves? Has a war ensued while she was patroling, unaware of the threat to her clan?

[Sir Byronas]

Well I am here. The battle is over until now. We prepare our troops.

[Garnet FalconDance]

Sir Byronas, might you know where Legolas is keeping himself? I have heard tales in the wind of a rather....unusual....battle.

[Legolas]

I am here, my sister. The wind spoke true, though it moved slowly. There was a battle outside your domain, though I would have been glad with your support.

Although the fight against the moderator of the Order of the Holy Flame and his sidekick with the big head ended in an appearant deadlock, the modling mage dissapearing from the fray and the big-headed one teleporting away soon after, we managed to book a small succes.

The average moderator typically has four avatars he or she may use. Our combined might and faith enabled us to slay a single one of them. This will not halt the moderator, yet it will prove to be a major disadvantage for him in the future.


Welcome to our residence, Garnet Falcondance. The obvious entrances are there and there, the secret entrances are here, here, there and here. The others are accessible from a distance.

You are free to rest here and listen to the tales of the paladins inside the building, or our own if they interest you more at the time. All in the tree is yours to use as normal.


What news do you bring of your domain, dear Sister of the Wild?

[Larry_OHF]

The mention of an untruth within these walls...
Has permitted an evil shadow to drift through the halls.

In its wake, a message was written in smoke...

Let not the truth be untold...
The mystery of a battle I shall unfold...

After this much, let not a lie persist...
And know that day to day, I let you exist...

Twas Neb, my accomplice, that left me slain...
Yet, accident or not...twas in vain...

Poison me, he did...with noxious air...
Now three avatars I have in spare...

Be not mistaken, for live I do...
Now it is time to bid thee, adieu...

[Legolas]

Larry, you're a true poet [img]tongue.gif[/img]

Though it was Neb who ended the chain of events, it started out with us. Ask yourself this: Why would Neb change into cyanide in the first place?

That's right, we caused it.

Of course, you've slain your own avatar by drawing the dagger of moderation +10 inside the building. So you could also say you've commited indirect suicide...

[Garnet FalconDance]

I have received word of a band of ravaging orcs tormenting villagers on the edge of my domain. I was on my way to investigate when I realized Keldorn's Keep was but along the road. Alas, I cannot stay and rest as I would like since this is a matter of some import.

It is indeed a relief to know we were victorious and perhaps the next time such a foe threatens, word will reach me sooner.....

Garnet slips out quietly, regretful she cannot listen to the tales around the fire tonight......

[Galadria]

Lady Galadria strides into the building, noting with approval the presence of cheerful voices celebrating their victory over the Modding Mage's Avatar. She strolls over to the fire, and notices Legolas in intense conversation with an obvious fellow ranger,and addresses them after waiting for a lull in their woodsy converation."What say you, Legolas, have you thought up another battle, hopefully turn-based this time?" She places a MODeling clay representation of the Mage on the mantle, done as a death mask. She asks Sir Byronas if it can stay?