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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2015 3:42:15 GMT
Groggily you slowly awaken, your, head throbbing, and stomach in full rebellion, as you attempt to right yourself. Blearily your take in your surroundings, the sound of waves crashing nearby. The wet squelch of wet sand and cold even soggier clothing are the first sensations your throbbing head can recognize, followed by sandy grit in places not mentioned in good company. Blearily you wipe the grit and salt crust from your face and take a wincing look around. As you raise your shield arm to your head to block out the stabbing daggers of cruel sunlight the links of a severed chain swing into view. As you dumbly follow the chain to a solid manacle that encircles your wrist, you whisper ion a hoarse voice “Well gods, damn me!”. The groans of others echo from beneath the overturned and broken boat that seems to be your shelter for the night.
No amount of struggling seems to remove the seamless bracelet, and as your thoughts think back to how this chain came to rest upon your person your memories fade to darkness and an impression of a small child < maybe > handing you a foaming tankard beside a roaring Beltain fire.
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Post by galaidin on Jul 4, 2015 4:57:46 GMT
Galaidin, unaware of how this happens sits on the sand, unhappy that this would happen to an Officer of Berwyk.
Looking around, the shear weight of what has taken place is the first thing to hit him full on. As he is struggling to find his equipment, he sees his Holy Symbol laying 10ft just to his left. Although the events of what could've caused this are fuzzy, he can see a boat upturned and in bad condition. He gets up, and while trying to move, he finds it hard because he is tethered to a weighted ball hooked to a chain around his waist.
"Is there anyone hurt?" Galaidin asks.
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2015 5:17:40 GMT
Muffled groans and cursing are the only replies. Looking around you can see that you are far from the fjords of Friisland, and the white sands leading to a large expanse of grassland tell you that you are also nowhere near the rocky coast of Isagaard.
You locate all of your equipment and do your best to dry yourself out. As you glance at the rapidly lightening sky you look at the moons...
That is not right.. both moons should be full and yet the rose colored Targe is almost new and the Golden lady is a waxing crescent.
Last you can remember it was Beltain night.... for the moons to be this way.. it must be damn near Midsummer! almost 2 months are gone!
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Post by nel4313 on Jul 4, 2015 5:40:20 GMT
Thanan wakes up and notices his unfamiliar company. Not the overly trusting type, Thanan searches for his weapons, a long Rod embroidered with a black onyx gem, and one of daggers he always kept strapped to his ankle. Seeing the paladin awake and conscious Thanan calls out to him, "Friend or foe?"
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Post by galaidin on Jul 4, 2015 7:49:36 GMT
As Galaidin comes to, another responds to an outward cry.
"I'm Galaidin, an Officer Berwyk, I don't think I am a foe. But let's not assume what may not be. You can help by answering a couple things for me. What happened, or do you not know either? What or how do we get these blessed chains off us? Lest I forget, who exactly are you? Where are you from?"
Galaidin, even though troubled, hopes that this is indeed a friend, and not a foe. There are many things that are wandering through his head at this point.
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Post by derick on Jul 4, 2015 8:50:07 GMT
Delbin, the half elven bard, groans mightily. "Oh by the twelve, my head hurts. Where is the wine? And would you two stop posturing? You're clearly both prisoners, and until I get wine or ale or both I refuse to check to see if I am."
Delbin rolls over onto his side, furtively checking to see if he has his gear, before standing up and looking properly at his new companions.
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Post by galaidin on Jul 4, 2015 11:05:25 GMT
Some time passed, Galaidin battling the thoughts that have been going through his head, which are dark to say the least. From inside his head, he kept feeling as if he was hearing voices in his head, probably an after effect of being knocked unconscious.
From behind him and to his right, a man evidently still drunk from before, can be heard speaking in a slurred manner.
"Excuse me Sir, I'm Galaidin. I served as an Officer of Berwyk, until my village was destroyed. And who are you two? Where do you hail from.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so rash. Here we are stuck on a sandy beach and each of us are chained together. Now I overheard you saying that we were prisoners, but yet you don't know. What makes us so different?"
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Post by nel4313 on Jul 4, 2015 12:09:10 GMT
Thanan, feeling disarmed at the bard's chastising words, lowers his rod but keeps his dagger where he can get to it quickly. At the paladin's greeting, Thanan sighs and gives a hesitant response.
"I am Thanan Nicomedes. And I've got no place to call home, just the open road. And I seem to know just as little about how we got in this mess as the rest of you."
Thanan will then take a minute to inspect the chains, looking for any magical properties and sizing up their strength.
I'm attempting a perception check. (OOC: Trying to use the Forums roller. No idea if this works) MznwKoRp
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Post by nel4313 on Jul 4, 2015 12:11:27 GMT
OOC: My perception is a +1. So a 7.
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Post by galaidin on Jul 4, 2015 12:32:02 GMT
OOC: I attempted to make a Perception Check and got 5...no mods
IG:
Galaidin is happy that he doesn't have to fight anybody, as of right now anyway. He looks towards the chain around his wrist and knows that there must be someway to get loose.
Galaidin attempts to make an Investigation Check on the chain. He rolls a 12+2 for stat mod.
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Post by galaidin on Jul 4, 2015 12:39:57 GMT
Galaidin looks towards Thanan with piercing gazes as he tries to get a read on him.
"Nice to meet you, Thanan. As I said, my name is Galaidin. I sure hope that we can get out of these Chains...and soon. I reign from Friisland, more towards the southern part of Friisland.
I wonder if our intoxicated friend is going to be okay. He sure looks a little sick.
What do you do for a living Thanan? I was an high ranked official, that was until the night my village was pillaged and destroyed."
No matter what may have happened, those events are still unclear, but he knows that it was destroyed.
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2015 15:20:10 GMT
You See that you are on a vacant strand of white sandy beech. The water to the east of you is a deep yet clear blue, small white capped wavelets break on a sandbar, almost a league or 3 out into the bay.
You see that there are 5 conscious or semiconscious men laying akimbo beneath the damaged and overturned boat.
far out on the sandbar you see a tower of smoke raising from the wreck of a Tarnish Slave Galley. Down the beech you spy a body laying in the surf, waves washing gently over the still form
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2015 15:41:21 GMT
The cuff is of solid and seamless construction. There is no locking mechanism nor even a place for a key. The metal is unusual to say the least, while having an air or great age, it could have been forged or cast just yesterday.
It does not scratch , has no pitting and is of a dull red-gray in color. There are no seams, hammer marks and no obvious signs of having been worked.
The chain which attaches to the cuff seems to be a part of the cuff. The links , like the cuff have no seams and are of the same color.
The chain is roughly half a span long (8 inches) and the end link looks to have been shattered, and not cut or sawed. The jagged link is sharp enough to draw blood.
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Post by nel4313 on Jul 4, 2015 19:13:10 GMT
Thanan looks at Galaiden and you pick up a tinge of remorse in his hardened exterior. He nods his head and says
"I too know something of loss."
Thanan then returns to inspecting the odd severed chain dangling from his wrist, inspecting it for any traces of magic. bmoMwwzB (+1 Arcana check).
Thanan then looks at the Paladin and gestures to the face-down body in the water.
"While I inspect this further, would you care to check to see if that one is with Hades now?"
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2015 20:06:50 GMT
While you can tell it is magical in nature, that is about it.
The body in the surf is that of a female, but one so malformed , you have never seen the like.
Her skin is a mauve color, you cannot tell if this is due to decomp or her nature.
Most disturbing of all .. she has a set of horns growing from her forehead, golden cat slit eyes and ... long fleshy....tail.
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