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 Cream of the Crop, D&D 3.5 IC Thread
Mellhurst
Posted: Jul 25 2011, 02:13 PM


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MSN Addresses: Mellhurst (Toteone@Gmail.com) - I'm on quite often, I do not know why I haven't seen you yet, and I suppose you aren't able to see me either?
GMs Email (I don't use it very often though): Mellhurstster@gmail.com

OOC Thread: http://z15.invisionfree.com/Revenant_Brave...65#entry5132691

Source Rules: D&D 3.5, All Sourcebooks

Rules Modifications
Magic: Replenishes After 8 hours sleep/rest
Paladins and Fighters: 4 skill points per level.
Diplomacy: http://api.viglink.com/api/click?format=go...20Rich%20Burlew, Perception (spot & listen, class skill for all), Stealth (move silently & hide), Skill Feats: +2*2
Quarterstaff (W.F. available), Spear (one/two-handed)
Flail (+1 to-hit, -1 AC), Scimitar (+1 from higher up), Cutlass (input?)
Arming Sword (= Longsword), Greataxe (2d6), Sledgehammer (input)
Eastern Weapons: Exist in the Western Regions of Estea


Player Characters
William Tatcher: http://www.thetangledweb.net/forums/profil...r.php?cid=50526
Magical Girl Val & Valrawn: http://www.thetangledweb.net/forums/profil...r.php?cid=50544
Edgar Lavelle: http://api.viglink.com/api/click?format=go...Edgar%20LaVelle
Milo: a Paladin

NPCs
Stettin Smithson

Rumours Known & General Information
http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread....83#post11493183


Introduction

The world of Vita, a large planet orbited by two moons and closely circling a dying sun.
The Date is 450 after the Great Discovery.
The Known World consists of the Continent of Vita and the New World, the continent of Estea. Estea is a mostly uncivilized land currently being settled from over the eastern oceans by Orcs, Dwarves, High Elves and Humans of the continent of Vita. This untamed land is a frontier state close to the center of Estea, and a vassal of the Gaborean Empire. The Gaborean Empire itself is merely the largest of human polities established by the easterners which itself is subject to the authority of the Phoenix Throne which governs half of the Old World directly (through the nation of Burndum) and indirectly through vassals, tributaries and alliances (mostly its southern and western halves closer to Estea).
The nation of Burndum had long practiced a policy of vassalisations and non-intervention outside its sphere of influence, a philosophy ably adopted by the Phoenix Throne. Yet since then the Throne's monopolistic policies towards Estea has led to the cementing of a Vitan coalition against the colonial policies of the Phoenix Throne, uniting an opposition to the dominant power of the Known World for the first time since the end of the great war five centuries ago. Yet while Estea too may be facing interesting times, the frontier remains a fairly idyllic if backwards existence.

Throughout the boundaries of the Known World halflings are classified as mischievous vermin, pygmee parasites who raid and steal from honest agrarians. Back east they were slowly exterminated over these concerns and their frequent dabbling in crime, assassination and revanchist politics. The ethnic cleansing finally reached a crescendo half a millennia ago, culminating in a holocaust of epic proportions which ended in the complete destruction of a refugee fleet bound for the west. It was this strange behavior and the retrieval of evidence and testimonials that led the Phoenix Throne to sponsor sailing expeditions west. Thankfully the halflings encountered so far on Estea have been mostly feral in nature, preying on towns in a cunning yet animalistic manner. Nomadic tribes with considerable magical talent have been encountered, and are speculated to descend from the refugees of ages past, but as of yet these have retreated further to the west.
In general animals are accorded more positive emotions and feelings than these wretched enemies of civilization. The stereotypical halfling is pictured as a small, human-like creatures with feral canines, a ragged dark cloak and eyes in a hollow emaciated face ready to bear down on you and eat your liver.

Goblins are a very small minority. They are typically the slaves of wealthy first-generation (usually Orcish) immigrants from the east in the more prosperous areas of Estea. The Phoenix Throne has recently lifted the export cap on Goblins due to Orcish demands for increased exports and it is speculated that the Vitan Continental Traps and Puzzle Championship may be cancelled due to the lack of participants.

Gnomes are also present on the continent, as traders and technical experts. They hail from the archipelago of Aurora far to the north of Estea and speak a language distantly related to the Dwarves from the east. In general they find Vitan civilization to be harshly reactionary but reliable and prosperous.

Dwarves form several important regions of the nation of Burndum in Vita. While a respectable race responsible for most mechanics and inventions they are not as clever as the Gnomish inventors of Aurora, and they tend towards isolationism. As such they have endeavoured to build strong, independent communities on Estea seperate from the settler polities of other races. Unlike the Orcs and their Confederacy however there is a great amount of solidarity between the Dwarves as a race and they tend towards unity.

Elves exist indigenously on Estea in the form of sea elves to the far west and south, sylvans in the deepest forests and feral elves all over. While the people of Vita bear no grudge against the sylvans they have nevertheless enclosed their forests for the use of their peoples and driven the sylvans to the most forbidding domains of Estea where even magical tree logging companies will not venture.
High Elves are of colonial origin as well. They are often duel citizens of Westermark, but their religious loyalties are questionable as they rarely abandon Correlon and the other elven deities. In general their magical abilities are more refined but less potent than that of other elvish races, and their breeding with humans have drastically reduced their maximal lifespans. While some elves are technically immortal the average elven lifespan is about four millennia (though very few of such age exist, mainly due to accidents and the assassination attempts of jealous races) but the high elven average has fallen to only a thousand years due to its position under the Phoenix Throne. High Elves are the most open of the elven races and their norms and provincial laws do not expressly forbid intermarriage with humans, though much of this is a product of the political pressure by the nation of Burndum in the past and outright intervention in the domestic affairs of its vassals by the Phoenix Throne in recent years.

Orcs are rarely citizens of Westermark, or at least they used to be in the good old days as far as the faux nobility and administrators and their noble backers in Gaborea are concerned. There is a significant minority in the most urbane provinces of the Gaborean Empire. They and their Hobgoblin commandos make excellent laborers, soldiers and police forces and are often hired on a permanent retainer to guard sensitive locations.
It is not common for there to be so many orcs as far out as Esterley river, but a minority of orcs display a taste for agriculture for which they are physically well suited, and it is in the Orkin blood to seek out new challenges and test one's limits against the frontier and its elements... especially if there are hills around, in which case they feel more at home and better able to defend themselves.

Nobility does not exist on the frontier in name though often in practice. The people are free to do as they wish with the expectation that they will eventually form a tributary at the least, though the norm is vassalization. Such frontier settlements that remain democratic as they grow closer to the center are usually annexed. However the power of the nobility, while powerful in Estea is challenged by the factors of trade, industry and the clergy who draw their support from the rural areas and the frontier lobbies. However in Vita the Phoenix Throne is considerably more centralized, though the throne is, at least in theory, subject to fundamental religious canon, and as a force of autocracy it is balanced by competing arms of government and provincial assemblies. Its relative stability owes largely to its prosperity and the continued and literal revival of its ruling dynasty. It is an uneasy arrangement, as provincial assemblies run the provinces at a regional level and execute the orders of an immortal noble lineage facilitated through the system of an infighting beurocratic dictatorship. Yet its ascent has now gone mostly unstopped for over a millennia.

Most nobles are happy to brag about their arcane abilities, though this often means a fey bloodline through intermarriage with elves. Human nobles of a pure lineage will tend more towards divine magic, and very rarely sorcery, however those of exceptional skill are also unfortunately more often the victim of birth defects.


A short history of Estea and Westermark since the dawn of the age of colonialism, 0 Great Discovery:

Settlement of the continent began nine hundred years ago at the beginning of the age, fifty years after the unity wars on Vita (-50 GD) ended with the destruction of the Hobbit refugee fleet. In 100 GD a number of brush wars emerged between newly emergent nations the newly established Phoenix Throne intervened to organize the majority of new world nations into vassal states.
The Gaborean Empire was established as the defender of the human race on Estea, and as such most core human territories were included within its boundaries as well as a significant near abroad containing large minorities of elves and orcs. The elves, spread out except for a series of coastal nations (most of them to the east and southeast) were happy to comply with the new order of things, but Kavardun, the Orcish Confederacy sharing the central northern coast with Gaborea wished to see an exchange of non-contiguous territories at worst and a population swap at best.
Neither was acceptable to Gaborea and the war that began in 175 GD was one of stalemate and mutual detriment. In 182 GD the Dwarven Clans of the Temkyrian Coast attacked the Confederacy from their core territories in the barrier mountains running along the northwestern coast and center west of Estea and the Orcs were forced to cede numerous provinces rich in natural resources in return for peace, the safety of Orcish citizens in the now Dwarven lands and the aid of the Dwarven guardsmen, berserkers and gryphon riders in the battle against Gaborea. The stalemate was broken in 190 GD and the Gaborean Empire was defeated. Such it was that while the Orcs were compensated with Gaborean lands with the conclusion of the peace treaty in 193 GD Gaborea was forced to rely more heavily on its elven population and her colonization of the Estean interior.
The last two centuries has seen the strengthening of the Empire of Gaborea, a growing population of and increased trade with the elves and the integration of newly settled provinces. Settlement of Westermark began in earnest a hundred years ago, but the outlying town of Esterley Crossing was founded a mere 48 years ago in 402 GD and spent its first few years as a toll post for the bridge constructed over the river by the Imperial army. However its potential was not missed. The number of settlers passing through each year was reliable, and the local climate was unusually mild if a bit dry. A middle-aged couple eventually bought the rights to the toll and opened an inn. Settlers began to stay and the Imperial Engineering Companies accelerated their improvements of the Imperial roads and trade with the Dwarven Mining communities to the southeast rose at a rapid clip as they diverted their export products to the closer market of Westermark and the Gaborean Empire rather than their kinsmen and the native polities to the south.
In contrast to the booming prosperity of Gaborea the Confederate economy never fully recovered its competetiveness after the loss of its western mines. However the Dwarven guarantors of the status quo have blocked human dreams of revanchism in general and Gaborean plots in specific.
Worse yet the Orcs have consistently defended the rights of their merchants and remaining population in human lands and demanded access to and through the Gaborean lands for their own settlement purposes, but numerous orcs do not even bother to leave Gaborea once in it and simply settle down in unregulated frontier provinces. Of this Esterley Crossing is a prime example. The Orcish population while useful is nevertheless unpopular, it is often the cause of crime and the target of oppressive economic policies.

Esterley Crossing remains a small rural town at this point, a settlement of some 523 souls (primarly half-elves and humans) is situated at the bend of Esterley, a medium-sized river running from the southwest to the north through semi-fertile plains. To the north the Esterley river enters the aboreal Dennel forest, while upriver it originates from the Partakk hills that border the south and east which host the mining communities, the raison de etre for the Imperial road constructed sixty summers ago connecting the mines to provinces further west. Esterley Crossing is one of a handful of civilized towns and villages in the province of Eluihne, a predominantly fey corner of the nation known as Westermark.
As a trading stop Esterley Cr. is occasionally frequented by Dwarves and Gnomes buying precious and bulk metals and selling consumer goods. This however attracts the attention of bandits, though without their dastardliness the crossing would still be pestered by the aboriginal population of gnolls, hobbits, wild elves, magical forest creatures and those monsters that wander down from the mountains to stalk the night and hide at day.

The Silver Mug Inn: As the snow melted in Early Spring a small caravan of Dwarves selling arms and armor stopped in the town for a week's rest on their way to the mines, offering their goods at a discount. As a convoy offering military goods in itself was unusual the offer stirred something of a flame among the more restive lads and lasses of Esterley tired of their bucolic existence. By the third day of their stay the young lad Stettin Smithson had gathered the cream of the town's youth in the Silver Mug Inn to persuade them to invest their life savings in weapons and supplies and take up the mantel of the brave explorers and frontier adventurers. After all the oppertunities were rife in the air, they could deal with the local menace of monsters, investigate the ruins of native temples in the area, hire on as convoy guards, travel to the capital or even explore the unmapped frontiers beyond the hills to the south and east.
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Mellhurst
Posted: Jul 25 2011, 04:34 PM


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The Cream of the Crop

The tavern was buzzing with life. It was the day of his life.
Stetting looked across the table at his assembled comrades.
These were the persons he would slay monsters with, dragons even if they got lucky. Oh yes, this was the start of grand adventures, he would not disappoint a single one of them...
"Another round bartender!" he shouted to Gustaf behind the counter who returned the request with a nod and a frown. Yet he had kept his voice down, Valerie was in his party after all, and he probably couldn't impress her like his bravado and machismo did for the dancing girls. William too would probably agree with his high spirits, he was a dependable guy after all. But it was hard to predict these refined nobles, and Stettin wished to learn from Edgar. As for the Godsman Stettin was out of his element, he went to Church on Godsday and worshipped Pelor and Ehlonna like most people in town, but what ideas did this man hold?

Lost in thought Stettin let his eyes wander as he surveyed the 100x200 ft. establishment he had invited his friends to.
The Silver Mug wasn't fantastic, but it was passable, fancy for his budget and certainly the best this speck of dust he had called home could offer. The drinks in front of them had been on his dime, not more than a few minutes ago Alicia had passed them the leather menus they reserved for the Godsday Dinners only.
Their table was placed far back along the left side of the wall, behind them was only the open lounge with a few wirey old men engaged in a game of he darts aimed away from them. In front of the group were more tables along the long wall, the door out and eventually the bar stools and counter behind it leading to the kitchen. Along the right wall a set of stairs ran up to the rooms on the second floor and opposite of it in the lower right corner was a raised stage.
The girls weren't professionals, one of them was wearing a regular camisole instead of a slinky outfit, but they were early, before the lute players and the man with the harp. A couple of them had already taken number with a regular patron and traveller respectively while another pair were simply practicing with each other. They weren't performing quite yet and they didn't perform often but they were on for tonight, for the contest.
The Tavern was named after The Silver Mug, the annual contest in which the men and women of the town would compete in a drinking contest to win a silver mug inscribed with the year and the name of the victor. Gustaf had taken advantage of the mercenaries and traders passing through this week and ramped up the date of the competition to local protest but great applause among the visitors and orcs.
Yet it was still quite early in the evening, the sun had yet an hour to go and it would be first then that the crowds would arrive to partake in the night's festivities.
For now only a handful of the twenty or so large tables scattered across the center of the room were occupied. A party of four dwarves, one of them looking a bit plushy like a hairy gnome, were sitting at a table close to the stairs. A gang of some seven maybe eight orcs had placed themselves next to the door, sipping water and waiting for someone else to arrive.
The ambience was slightly ruined by a gaggle of five mercenaries at the bar, a woman among their number, armed with swords, pikes, and one of them carrying a massive-looking bow, but all of it leaned against the counter next to their feet.

Stettin looked at the crew.
"We all know each other, right? But I believe we are starting a new life... so we should do the formal introductions."

"As you know I am Stettin Smithson, and I believe we were born to aspire to more than" he waves his hand around "a bit of entertainment, local courtship and riverside Moon festivals." he sighs.

"I'm not saying I have to be the leader. I know as little as you as I've got nothing planned next... I mean I have ideas, but I don't think I should make them alone or even be in charge.
I just think... I think we should act like a family and I... well I place my life in your hands." he says, grabbing the shoulders of the two sitting to his right and left.
"So, who wants to go next?" he says, letting go and grabbing his drink from the red-headed Alicia who stops to take your orders.
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Masterly
Posted: Jul 25 2011, 08:35 PM


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Edgar watched on in quiet interest. Stettin has always been something of an obnoxiously loud grandstander but the young LaVelle found that he didn't quite hate people like that. That kind of living took a peculiar courage and a niggling sense of responsibility he didn't have.

Or was too afraid to have. Not that he would ever vocalize such fears. He hated when all eyes were on him, he hated it when people didn't just look but expected something out of him. It was intensely worrying, that someone might need him and he would be unable to answer.

So he would wait, let the attention die off first. Just so long as he didn't go last.
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Megamet
Posted: Jul 26 2011, 12:13 AM


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William took a good long sip out of his mug of galborean ale, savouring the unfamilliar flavour of the foreign spirit. His earnings have never been enough for him to afford anything more expensive than the local brew, yet another reason for him to leave this run down hovel of a village, but now that he sold of just about every thing he owned, he found himself with a surprisingly large amount of money, and thus took the chance to indulge himself a little.

Hopefully, it won't be the last time it happens. William thought to himself.

Just as he finished thinking that, Stettin started wraping up his oddly formal speech. It wasn't like him to be this formal, but he supposed that even the boisterous Stettin would feel nervous when he is on the eve of leaving his home with a bunch of people he has never met.

"Alright then, I'm not too good with all this formal stuff, so you'll forgive me if I'm a little blunt." he said, placing his half empty mug back on the table. "My name is William thatcher. If you know of me, its probably because of all the fights I have been causing lately, so I'll imagine there won't be a shortage of people who will be glad to see the back of me." he continued with a slight smile. It is true that he has been getting abit restless as of late, which is another reason for him to leave this place before he ends up pissing off the wrong people. Still, all that attention wasn't all bad. It sure beats that boring, dead end job patching other people's roofs.

"So, who's next?"
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Vuanaunt
Posted: Jul 26 2011, 03:01 AM


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This was a lot of people...More than Valerie had ever seen in the her father's Villa... combined. The twenty or so other people in this room just made it seem... crowded. Why were those servants only wearing underwear? Fancy underwear, but underwear non the less. That can't be normal. Oh geeze, what is normal? No one had commented or even seemed to noticed the bird riding on her shoulder. Were magical familiars normal? Should she even be concerned with normal? As the main character shouldn't she go above and beyond "normal"?


Okay, calm down. The rest of the party is doing introducing themselves. There is nothing good preparation can't account for. You already have Prestidigitations cast and prepared a introduction. Get ready to dazzle them.

With a miraculous amount of pep, Val jumped out of her seat. With magical glitter following her fingers she quickly drew circle in the air before striking a "magical girl" pose. With great confidence she started to say "Greetings everyone! I-"BECAW!


"(Thank you for getting their attention Valerie.) I am Valravn, the restless souls of fallen Knights. I have been sent by a higher power to help this world in the fight against evil. I would be grateful for your assistance."

...That's not how the story of Valravn goes. Either he's misinterpreting it or just...

Trying once again at her speech, Valerie spoke with a modest amount of confidence. "Greetings everyone. I'm Valerie Vili, of the illustrious trading family, the Vili's. I have been chosen to-"BECAW!

"Stop acting like you're special."

". . . It's nice to meet you all."

If nothing else, at least she will be able to see if magical familiars are "normal".


Sitting down, she turned to the server, and asked a glass of milk and a slice of cake. And perhaps a shot-glass full of tea or something for the "Souls of fallen knights".
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Masterly
Posted: Jul 26 2011, 03:50 AM


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"This is as good a time as any to step in..."

He began with a practiced smirk, and spoke with a quiet arrogance that almost seemed cultivated for such an occasion. He hadn't particularly enjoyed his lessons but had deigned to pay attention on occasion. Much as he hated to admit, the lectures were useful and period paid dividends in certain situations. He stayed seated but opened his mouth to speak. A strong voice was needed to command after all.

"My name is Edgar, of house LaVelle."

Speak in tones that make a listener feel as though they are missing out on some great secret by not knowing you.

"I don't have any of the theatrics the lovely Miss Valerie has prepared for us this night, so I'm afraid I'll have to postpone the dazzling for another evening."

Take control of the pace by downplaying another's efforts, but never to the point of an insult. Make note of any accomplishment, but never act as if impressed.

"Still, it is a pleasure to meet you all."

Stay humble but always hold yourself above the others.

After his introduction he turned to the server and ordered tea. 'Magic and alcohol don't mix' was the general rule most arcanists lived by.
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Mellhurst
Posted: Jul 26 2011, 11:51 AM


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"Of course Miss..." Alicia trailed off, she hadn't seen this girl around here before, and she didn't look like a traveler. She put on one of her better smiles. "We're happy to have new customers. A glass of milk, one with tea and a slice of cake right away" Alicia didn't carry anything for notes but she had been working at the Inn for some time.
She was a tall brown-eyed blonde, normally she would be wearing an apron like Gustaf, but today she was in a blue silk dress.
"A glass of tea for the gentleman" she says, beaming at Edgar then turning to Tatcher and the Paladin. "And what can I get for you Sirs?"

His chair backed up against the wall Stettin had ordered a bottle of red wine and two plates of appetizers for the group. He nodded solemnly at William's words, eliciting only a 'hrmpfh' when he mentioned 'people'.
Then Valerie began. His eyes lit up as she spoke of herself as chosen, but the wretched pet of hers interrupted! What was it they called it... a familiar? It was the incarnation of ghosts!?
As she finished he fixed her and her bird with a steady, admiring glare. Stettin took a big gulp from his wine. This was a lot of information to digest. He... they were all on the road to greatness.
He turned to LaVelle.
"Pleasure to meet you too, Sir."
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Megamet
Posted: Jul 26 2011, 01:41 PM


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"Another tankard of Galborean ale will do." William ordered. Hey, if you are going to get one last drink before heading of into the wilderness in search of glory and riches, you might as well make it a good one. Hopefully, they'll earn enough from their expeditions to go for another round when they return, and not end up in a ditch somewhere.

William nearly did a double take when Valerie made her hand sparkle like she did, but caught himself just in time. It wouldn't do to drench his future travelling partners with a mouthful of Galborean Ale, especially not one who could make his face spontaneously burst into flames.

Truth be told, he didn't know exactly how to regard Valerie. Magic wasn't something he had alot of experience with, most of his experience comes from the wandering jesters that visit the area from time to time. Information about Mages aren't easy to get ahold of either, except for those horror stories about mages who turn their enemies into pigs before cooking them for breakfast. Hopefully, that part wasn't true. There's also the Raven perched on her shoulder. If his knowledge serves, that creature is a familiar of some sort, a creature that mages use to augment their spells. Of course, for all he knows, it could be a giant tiger in disguise, which wouldn't be surprising really. One of the best uses for magic is to fool the senses of others, after all, and with the way the raven is looking at him....

No, no. William thought to himself It wouldn't do to be this wary of your own party members. So long as she doesn't pull anything funny, I'll give her the benefit of the doubt.

Sensing that this train of thought is leading him nowhere, he decided to focus his attention on the next person. With a last name like that, he is obviously from a high ranking family of some sort. He even has that pseudo-arrogant attitude that all of the upper class seem to have. And, of course, he is a mage too. Already, he could tell that he and Edgar probably aren't going to be best buds anytime soon.

I probably should say something

"Nice bird. So, you two are both mages?"

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Sorry if it seems slightly rushed towards the end. I'm really tired at the moment. I'll probably edit it again tomorrow morning.
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Posted: Jul 27 2011, 05:19 AM


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”Nice bird. So, you two are both mages?”


“Yup!” Valerie replied with a cheerful smile. She was genuinely happy to be here, but she had been over exaggerating all of her expressions. Trying to be “perfect” for the role, as if someone was recording every move she made.

“Both Valravn and I are mages. Well more specifically I am a magical Girl!” She said that confidently, as if that’s any more specific. Likely no one else would have read or even heard of such a foreign concept, but with such little experience outside her library, she had assumed that everyone knew what she meant. “I’m not really sure what Valravn is though... He seems to know all about magic though...”

“Foolish child!” Valravn may only be two years older than Valerie, but as a raven, he was an old man. As such, he felt entitled to speak down to her whenever he felt like it. “I am not a mage, I make mages. I know so much about magic because I guided so many others down its path. He was referring to this other arcanist.”


“...Ooop...” Val uttered while her pale checks turned a subtle shade of red. She just had assumed this noble was some sort of -Dashing Swordsman- or something. After all, mages don’t wear any armor, especially not metal. Turning to Edgar, she quickly spouted “I’m so sorry!” as she bowed her head. “I didn’t realize that you were special. If I had known you could access magic...


Wait a moment...”
Dashing swordsman? Check
Arrogant Confident? Check
Rich? Check
Magic? Check

Her eyes lit up. She no longer had over express herself, because she genuinely became ecstatic. She had been waiting for someone like him to show up since the moment she ran away.

“You could be my..."









"Sidekick!"
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Posted: Jul 27 2011, 03:52 PM


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Edgar liked to think he was a patient person. He even fancied the notion that he was something of gentleman. True nobility could accept the harshest of criticisms and turn the other cheek as it were and Edgar had shaped his life accordingly. As a child he endured the punishments for failure and the one time he had acted out only served to bring further misfortune upon his head. Then, as a wizard's apprentice he had at least attempted to submit himself the insufferable old fool. He quietly accepted his father's decision to send him to a town out in the middle of nowhere and he made the best of it. He weathered the local wizard's needling because he had been ordered to. Needless to say, there were many things Edgar was willing to forgive.

This was not one of them.

It was one thing to be punished by the family patriarch. And even the degradation he suffered at the hands of his instructors he permitted out of respect for his elders. This girl was none of these things. But he would take in stride as best he could manage.

"I would watch my mouth if I were you Miss Villi," he said through a forced smile. His expression belied a much harsher edge to his voice, one dripping with contempt.

"One would certainly do well to avoid trying my patience."
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Mellhurst
Posted: Jul 27 2011, 07:31 PM


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Stettin looked quickly from Edgar to Val and back again.
"Uh, yeah, Valerie." he said, finally, turning to her. "Edgar here is a real noble, so he's chosen by the Gods too, like you and the... the ghost bird."

~no man wants to be a sidekick~ he thought to himself bitterly. But it was good they had such special company, the successful ones in the stories he'd been told were always destined for greatness. Uncomfortable, Stettin observed the magical bird for a bit. The thing didn't seem to like its owner... Hopefully he hadn't addressed it wrong. That was the last thing he needed to start out with, a curse.
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Posted: Jul 28 2011, 03:41 AM


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Conrad had been keeping quiet, a little out of his element in a rural tavern - at a drinking contest, of all things! But his adventure needed to start somewhere, and right now, his family name disgraced on Vita and merely unheard of on Estea, he'd take what he can get. This being a casual event, he wasn't in armor, though he kept his sword at his side.

Feeling that this was a good time to step in, he stood up and walked over to where Stettin and his friends were gathering. "Being chosen by the gods means little if you do nothing to uphold their interests."

Perhaps questioning another noble's credentials was not the wisest idea given his current status.
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Vuanaunt
Posted: Jul 30 2011, 05:51 PM


Banned!


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“Ummm...” Valerie mumbled “There’s something I should clarify... I wasn’t ‘chosen’ by your gods.” Being raised by a library Val had trouble separating this magical world’s mythical creatures from say... fiction’s mythical creatures. Recently her worldview on what’s real was shaken thoroughly when she was granted magical powers by a talking bird. Up until a few seconds ago she never considered these gods as anything more than fairy tale and a lazy way to wrap up a story*. Not that she would tell these people who seemed so into it.
*(Deus ex Machina)

“I am under contract by Valravn here, and he’s contracted by-“BECAW!
“None of their business!”
Recovering quickly from her interruption, Val stated “I guess that’s classified information.”
“Besides, I barely even ‘choose’ you, You-“ “Valravn!”

He had interrupted her enough that she felt justified stopping him midsentence. Besides she had already heard what he was about to say and didn’t practically care to have the rest of the party know that embarrassing story. She didn’t practically care to have the rest of the party hear about any story of her really. She didn’t just leave her family behind, but also her old life, and her old personality.

In a thinly veiled attempt to change the subject, she continued, “You’re getting off topic! We all met here today because there is something vital we need to do before we go on any adventures. We need...”





A team name!

“I’ve been thinking, ‘Super Peace Busters’ but now that I say that, it sounds kind of just like police instead of adventures... Maybe ‘Radiant Paradigms’, but I don’t know if people would get that we were the shining examples of what heroes should be...” Regardless of what the others did, she went on for a while in her own world.
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Megamet
Posted: Jul 31 2011, 07:17 AM


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William took another deep long gulp out of his mug of Galborean ale. On the one hand, he was somewhat grateful that Val had decided to change the topic, for if she had started to pick a fight with Edgar, it can only end up in a fight. And a battle between mages in a room full of flammable liquids can only lead to massive property damage. On the other hand, if Edgar is every bit as prideful as his speech makes him out to be, he is certainly going to be pissed off by being ignored, and will start pursuing the sidekick subject again. That would not be a good thing.

What have I gotten myself into...

Under any other circumstances, William would be trying to put as much distance between him and the ticking time bomb, or, failing that, knock the both of them unconscious before fireballs get thrown around, but since neither of those methods are appropriate for this situation, especially considering that they will be travelling with each other for the foreseeable future, William decided to just play along with Valerie's strange mood swings and hope that Edgar isn't petty enough to pursue her earlier slight.

"What kind of name is Radiant Paradigms? It sounds like you just put a bunch of hard to pronounce words together in an attempt to cool." Of course, just because he is trying to avoid a battle between the mages doesn't mean he can't point out the absurdities in Valerie's naming sense. "Also, Super Peace Busters sound like something made up by children. I, for one, refuse to be in a group with the word 'Super' in it's name anywhere."
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Vuanaunt
Posted: Aug 2 2011, 12:35 AM


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With her face all red she angrily blurted out “We could so be the Radiant Paradigms! It’s not like we could call ourselves the ‘shining examples’. That would just be lame and no one would remember us! And shut up! The ‘Super Peace Busters’ are from my favorite book series! Humph!”


Loosening her scowl a little, she regained a bit of composure and asked “...What do you suggest instead?”

Valerie was hurt (not that she would allow herself to show it). She was still flustered but she tried to hide it at least. She really liked those names. And it’s not like this guy had any better names he wanted instead, he just insulted her choices. What was wrong with this guy?


...!
He’s probably the unlikeable side character who dies off quickly to show just how serious the story is.
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