Forgotten Realms Pt1: The breaking of the Quivering Thumb

[Coaan]

Coaan shook his head and turned back to the others, keeping his arms carefully folded in thought. "We should make for the forests when we leave the city...powerful or no, the Night masks will nary follow us there."

He looked to the sky for a moment almost longingly and turned back to the others "Also...what about the slaves? We should get them out of the city as fast as possible"

[Captain tycho]

+Are you currently inside the Abbot, or did you all travel outside?+

[Rogue 9]

+Are you currently inside the Abbot, or did you all travel outside?+

++Inside the abbot, or the abbey? AFAIK, the main group never went inside in the first place. No one ever said they did.++

[Alyrium Denryle]

*When he isnt here I control his character if asked something*

He then turned to Dahak. (What's your character's name again?) "I'll see about securing your belongings for you. Where were you staying?"

"I am staying at the Inn(I cant remember whch one.. suffice to say you know the inn), and will be glad to stay with you"

[Alyrium Denryle]

"I would have granted her death request... It is not often that one has that sort of opportunity to ease the mortal suffering of another being" Astinius said while whiping the spittle out of his eye

"Tis good however that she is to be locked up... I would not wish to waste spells on the likes of her. I suppose we should get going though. I can protect us from mages with what spells I have left(All my 0-2 level spells, my third other than fly, suggestion and Lightning bolt, 3 enervations, 2 feebleminds and a few others) but after that, I will have to rely on spellfire."

"We go to Abbot Khazar first. I came here to stop the Night Masks, and I do not wish to leave without seeing it done. I know these streets; I grew up in them. No one got a good look at us in the arena and survived other than our prisoner, and she's not going anywhere. I doubt that anyone even knows she's alive. Percival can fly out of town and we disappear into the populace. Unless you can name a witness who is actually in condition to go to the Council, no one knows who or where we are. We become just another addition to the abbey's forces and no one's the wiser."

"If you want to stay, I shall stand by you in battle and in peace my friend. I have no love of the Night Masks... And you will need help keeping thier spells off of you as you cleanse this city of their blightful presence"

[Rogue 9]

"I would have granted her death request... It is not often that one has that sort of opportunity to ease the mortal suffering of another being" Astinius said while whiping the spittle out of his eye

"Tis good however that she is to be locked up... I would not wish to waste spells on the likes of her. I suppose we should get going though. I can protect us from mages with what spells I have left(All my 0-2 level spells, my third other than fly, suggestion and Lightning bolt, 3 enervations, 2 feebleminds and a few others) but after that, I will have to rely on spellfire."

"We go to Abbot Khazar first. I came here to stop the Night Masks, and I do not wish to leave without seeing it done. I know these streets; I grew up in them. No one got a good look at us in the arena and survived other than our prisoner, and she's not going anywhere. I doubt that anyone even knows she's alive. Percival can fly out of town and we disappear into the populace. Unless you can name a witness who is actually in condition to go to the Council, no one knows who or where we are. We become just another addition to the abbey's forces and no one's the wiser."

"If you want to stay, I shall stand by you in battle and in peace my friend. I have no love of the Night Masks... And you will need help keeping thier spells off of you as you cleanse this city of their blightful presence"

Gaheris grinned. He almost clapped his friend on the shoulder, but remembered that Alyrium could not stand the touch of another and stopped himself. "Glad to hear it. Now I just need to convince High Lord Khazar that the benefits of having us here outweigh the risks."

[Captain tycho]

While you are all speaking, a breathless guard rushes up to you, red in the face and obviously carrying bad news. "Gentlemen!" he gasps "We have a problem back at the abbey..please..come..Lord Khazar needs you all immediately..for.." He stammers some trying to get the rest of his sentence out, but he collapses to his knees and vomits. "Please hurry..I fear I may have been tracked to you..." he continues to pant heavily, then leans down against the ground.

[Rogue 9]

While you are all speaking, a breathless guard rushes up to you, red in the face and obviously carrying bad news. "Gentlemen!" he gasps "We have a problem back at the abbey..please..come..Lord Khazar needs you all immediately..for.." He stammers some trying to get the rest of his sentence out, but he collapses to his knees and vomits. "Please hurry..I fear I may have been tracked to you..." he continues to pant heavily, then leans down against the ground.

++We're already at the abbey, in the courtyard. Never left the walls.++

Gaheris didn't hesitate. He ran for the abbey and Khazar's office, vaulting up the stairs and into the massive stone cloister. He dodged past monks (or rather, they usually dodged him) as he sprinted down the hallway. He burst into the abbot's office. "My Lord, what has happened?"

[Captain tycho]

Lord Khazar looks grim as he turns to face you, and he hands you a piece of paper, embossed in a skull with a dagger driven through it. "The Masks...they will come here tonight...we must be ready!"
The paper reads:

To Lord Khazar of the church of Tyr
We know you are harboring the scum that 'rescued' the slaves from the Quivering thumb, and we have some members who are very upset over their loss of slaves. Either turn them in or you and your precious church will not see the dawn of day...

He runs his hands through his hair carefully as you read it. "The seal is indeed genuine, Lord Trollsbane. And I have no doubt about what will happen if we don't turn you in...but we shall stand here along your side. This may finally be our chance to fight these vile creatures, even if it is a futile effort!" His eyes suddenly sparkle with battle lust, and he hefts a golden warhammer from his desk. "It is time Einjerenar saw some usage againt's it's hated foes.." he says as he traces his finger's across the hammer's head, and you could swear you heard a faint whisper from it as he did so. "But I'm afraid" he says, putting down the warhammer reluctantly, "that many of my men will most likely bolt. Most of them are not even paladins or clerics, but simple commoners that wish to do Westgate a good service by fighting against the Masks. However, even the stoutest commoner's heart will fail before a vampire's terrifying visage..."

[Coaan]

While you are all speaking, a breathless guard rushes up to you, red in the face and obviously carrying bad news. "Gentlemen!" he gasps "We have a problem back at the abbey..please..come..Lord Khazar needs you all immediately..for.." He stammers some trying to get the rest of his sentence out, but he collapses to his knees and vomits. "Please hurry..I fear I may have been tracked to you..." he continues to pant heavily, then leans down against the ground.

As the guard came rushing into the courtyard of the abbey, Coaan lifted a brow at the sudden message. Carefully, he turned and approached the man as he slumped down the wall to try and muster his breath, crouching down beside him in thought

"You mentioned a problem...what do you know of it?"

Coaan lifted a hand for a moment to stroke the light beard gathered on his face before reaching out to rest a hand on the guard's shoulder, murmuring softly in the druidic tongue to focus and draw in his power and lend him some strength. He drew back his hand once finished.

"That should help at least.."

(cure light on the guard...I've got enough of them to play with )

[Alyrium Denryle]

*BY my estimate, it is around 7-ish*

Still under the effects of a Fly spell(that whole conversation would have taken minutes) Astinius matched his friends speed as he rushed to the paladins office.

"The sun has just gone down my lord, I can be ready with my full spell compliment by midnight... which is when they will most likely attack... they always attack at midnight for some reason... I will prepare spells of such might and destruction that they will have no choice but to flee before me.. If the attack before then... um... wake me up, i will be in trance"

With that, Astinian bows to the mighty Paladin and goes into trance outside his door(I only need to sit in a half lotus)

[SirNitram]

"...Bastard elves." Malkamar muttered as he watched Astinius assume his trance. "Wish I could do that." The Shadovar unslung his bow, leaning against a wall. "Looks like it's going to be another long, unproductive night. What's the status on blowing up chunks of the wall to get away?" He inquired with the Paladin.

[Alyrium Denryle]

DONT START THE FIGHT WITHOUT THE MAGE!!!!

I WILL BE BACK IN 8 HOURS!!!

[Dahak]

He then turned to Dahak. (What's your character's name again?) "I'll see about securing your belongings for you. Where were you staying?"

++Character's named Duncan And was staying at the Rosebud TAvern ++

[Rogue 9]

Lord Khazar looks grim as he turns to face you, and he hands you a piece of paper, embossed in a skull with a dagger driven through it. "The Masks...they will come here tonight...we must be ready!"
The paper reads:

To Lord Khazar of the church of Tyr
We know you are harboring the scum that 'rescued' the slaves from the Quivering thumb, and we have some members who are very upset over their loss of slaves. Either turn them in or you and your precious church will not see the dawn of day...

He runs his hands through his hair carefully as you read it. "The seal is indeed genuine, Lord Trollsbane. And I have no doubt about what will happen if we don't turn you in...but we shall stand here along your side. This may finally be our chance to fight these vile creatures, even if it is a futile effort!" His eyes suddenly sparkle with battle lust, and he hefts a golden warhammer from his desk. "It is time Einjerenar saw some usage againt's it's hated foes.." he says as he traces his finger's across the hammer's head, and you could swear you heard a faint whisper from it as he did so. "But I'm afraid" he says, putting down the warhammer reluctantly, "that many of my men will most likely bolt. Most of them are not even paladins or clerics, but simple commoners that wish to do Westgate a good service by fighting against the Masks. However, even the stoutest commoner's heart will fail before a vampire's terrifying visage..."

Gaheris started. "Vampires? I thought we were dealing with a thieves' guild!" ++Remember, our characters aren't supposed to know already. Well I guess we do now.++

[Dahak]

After hearing the news from the Abbot, Duncan and Tash whipser to each other.
"Well, dear Abbot," he slightly bows, "as we see your cause is a just one, and this are respectable people here, we will stay and aid the fight in what capacity we can."

[Captain tycho]

Lord Khazar nods when Trollsbane says vampires. "Indeed. The Night Masks are ruled by a group of vampires, dear sir. We keep that fact quiet, so we do not disturb the populance, and even most of the lower echelon of the Masks itself doesn't realize it. They have been growing larger and larger for some time, and now they are at a critical point where they can finally reveal themselves and take over Westgate, at least that's what I surmise. It is rumored that the Lord of the Masks married the only heir to Westgate's royal family, thus sealing his position into an airtight one once he makes his move. Perhaps he wishes to gain the support of the slaver's at the Quivering Thumb, which is the most likely reason why he is so willing to attack us so forwardley. Such an alliance would give him a massive advantage."

[Captain tycho]

After hearing the news from the Abbot, Duncan and Tash whipser to each other.
"Well, dear Abbot," he slightly bows, "as we see your cause is a just one, and this are respectable people here, we will stay and aid the fight in what capacity we can."

He claps Duncan on the shoulder, and smiles. "Thank you, good friend. You are doing Westgate a great service by staying."

[SirNitram]

"I'm certain we are." Drawled Malkamar. "I don't suppose anyone has any magical items they won't need functional come midnight? I'm afraid I'm limited in my firepower right now. And I'm a little hesitant to drain my bow."

[Captain tycho]

"I'm certain we are." Drawled Malkamar. "I don't suppose anyone has any magical items they won't need functional come midnight? I'm afraid I'm limited in my firepower right now. And I'm a little hesitant to drain my bow."

Lord Khazar tosses Malkamar a small ring. "Drain this, it should provide a little aid for your abilities."

++Note: It has 4 spell levels++

[SirNitram]

"I'm certain we are." Drawled Malkamar. "I don't suppose anyone has any magical items they won't need functional come midnight? I'm afraid I'm limited in my firepower right now. And I'm a little hesitant to drain my bow."

Lord Khazar tosses Malkamar a small ring. "Drain this, it should provide a little aid for your abilities."

Malkamar takes the small ring, his natural flare for the dramatic causing him to hold it up as brilliant milky-white fire flows out of it and into his body, partially recharging himself from the trinket. "You have my thanks, my Lord. I can only hope to maintain the promise that this building will remain intact." A small smirk given, and the temporarily powerless ring handed back.

(Drain Permenant Item: Shut it down for 24 hours, gain half it's Caster Level in Spellfire.)

[Rogue 9]

Lord Khazar nods when Trollsbane says vampires. "Indeed. The Night Masks are ruled by a group of vampires, dear sir. We keep that fact quiet, so we do not disturb the populance, and even most of the lower echelon of the Masks itself doesn't realize it. They have been growing larger and larger for some time, and now they are at a critical point where they can finally reveal themselves and take over Westgate, at least that's what I surmise. It is rumored that the Lord of the Masks married the only heir to Westgate's royal family, thus sealing his position into an airtight one once he makes his move. Perhaps he wishes to gain the support of the slaver's at the Quivering Thumb, which is the most likely reason why he is so willing to attack us so forwardley. Such an alliance would give him a massive advantage."

"Thieves and vampires, making an open attack against a fortress such as this... They shall pay dearly. The thieves overreach themselves if they think they can reach us here. But who is their informant?" ++Refer to the physical description of this place that I posted in OOC to see what I mean. Want the troop complement too, or do you have Magic of Faerun?++

[A Big Flying Fish]

OOC:Finally caught up

"A fight." Rahnort mutters to himself, "This may not turn out to be too bad a day after all." Turning to the rest of the group, "I shall fight with you. I know the troubles the night masks have caused all too well."

OOC: If I'm not on during the fight, just assume I go into defensive stance, through my hammer at whoevers nearest and the attack.

[LadyTevar]

DONT START THE FIGHT WITHOUT THE MAGE!!!!

I WILL BE BACK IN 8 HOURS!!!

**The Dragon will be there, but not until 6pm EST Wednesday.***

[Alyrium Denryle]

*If the DM doesnt object... Fastforward 5 hours*

The Clock struck one

And Astinius finished the last sentence of his spell preparations

The Clock struck two

And Astinius closed his last spellbook

The Clock Struck 3

And Astinius opened his pack

The Clock struck 4

And Astinius placed his last book inside

The clock struck 5

And astinius put his small pack on his back

The CLock struck 6

And Astinius rose to one knee

The Clock struck 7

and Astinus took of his hood exposing his silvery hair to the moonlight

The Clock Struck 8

And Astinius unslung his bow

The Clock struck 9

And Astinius unsheathed his sword

The Clock Struck 10

And he removed his wand of fireball

The Clock struck 11

Astinius laid them all on the ground.

The clock struck 12

And astinius began to pray

He drew the Holy symbols of Mystra around his wand, the symbol of Correllion(sp) around his bow, and the symbol of Tyr around his sword.

He spoke in the language of magic, a prayer to mystra
"Mystra, Lady of magic.. old friend. I need your help and protection this night. May my spells fly true and may they deliver death to the undead. Amen"

In Elven to the All-Father
"Larethian Elven All-Father, hear my plea. I face great adversity my lord and seek your help and protection. May my arrows fly true should they be needed my lord, may they strke deep into the black hearts of my enemies and may the the bard sing ballads of me should I fall Amen"

He spoke in Celestial to the Just God
"Tyr, we may not converse often, but I need protection and guidance from you as well Lord of the Just. May my actions this day bring the city of Westgate one step closer to lawfullness. May my spells, bow, and sword strike deeply nto the earts of the evil ones my lord. Amen"

And before he got up, he whispered a quick prayer to Kelemnvor
"May the spirits of the dead meet peace in the afterlife oh Lord of Death. Amen"

He picked up his weapons, sheathed his sword, slung his bow, and kept the wand in his hand.. taing care to make sure the holy symbols stayed intact.

"And so it begins"