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Post by Pedantry INC on Dec 17, 2014 17:51:07 GMT -5
Mirrir, upon hearing that somehow a bear broke free from the shrine, berates heavily whatever acolytes and attendees allowed it to happen - physically as well as verbally, leaving the shrine a place of malcontent sullen fury thereafter.
"Allow this to happen again, and I will not allow you to serve.
Tell me of the ones that brought this. They will suffer me for this blatant stupidity."
She then pens a quick letter to High Huntsmaster Buruin with assurances that the matter will be 'handled', and departs, heading for the proving grounds in search of Beastmaster Oribasus.
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docofmadness
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a dwarf a elf and a ork walk into a bar........... wait that makes no sense
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Post by docofmadness on Dec 22, 2014 11:25:56 GMT -5
*as the first rays of light strikes the rooftops a large figure in a tattered cloak,covered in the left litter or a forest floor, stumbles in. he lays four splitter wood chopping axes into the fire and chants in strange tongue mroe grunts and growls then words (druidic should any understand it). as he inhales the smoke he can be heard to say* rest now spirits of the trees. * he will remain kneeling for hours when he finally get up to leave a fairly large pool of blood is left where he was kneeling.*
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Post by kronosgranite1 on Dec 25, 2014 7:38:14 GMT -5
A small fihure emerges from the shadows seeing all that has happened knowing his brother would return. And watches over him as he prays. *brother you where gone longer than expected you have angered the priestess of this temple you will have a great challange ahead of you bear be praised* steps backnin the shadows and waits for his brother to ready himself for travel.
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Post by Pedantry INC on Dec 27, 2014 3:43:41 GMT -5
Mirrir arrives at the shrine looking not necessarily worse for wear, but certainly mussed, wry strands of her red hair pulled free and scattered about her in a halo of fiery strands while her armor and wings are bedecked with detritus, the signs of a struggle that saw her grounded more than once.
Triumphant despite her appearance, she leaves the door thrown open wide as she approaches the brazier, lifting her arms, covered in a series of scores, little lines of broken, torn scales along the back of her forearms on display as she lifts her voice loud, echoing in the small stone hall for all that pass by and all within to hear.
"The Hunt is joined in each instance we stride beyond these sheltered walls. Let its joy consume you! For in the hunt, we find our bounty! Our Right! The truth!"
She pulls a large satchel from her belt, an awkward, sodden mass, which as she pulls cloth away reveals a massive heart, from some great beast. She throws it into the fire and spreads her wings, displaying a crisscross of gashes that have torn the fine membrane.
"May the beastlord sup upon the heart of my prey, strong enough as it was to bleed me, proof that while strong, I am stronger still! Let him revel in the scent and the succulence, for in this hour my hunt is done, and I have earned my bounty!"
Laughing, she slips around the altar and bends the knee for a few long moments, before placing a sizable count of coins before the massive stone paw. Those moments fleeting, she rises again and sweeps out the open door. There she stands in the street, casting her gaze about before she grabs a fistful of coins from a pocket and throws them high into the air, calling out:
"The hunts bounty, taken from Cormyrians by those that dare challenge their right within the kingdom, now returned by your own hunters!"
She walks through Suzail thusly, throwing fistfuls of coinage into the air as she speaks of the hunt before finally as she reaches the west gate she spreads her wings wide, fanning and flapping to force those about her to give her room, buying herself the space needed to launch into the air, leaving a rain of coins in her wake.
Many of these coins are coated with sticky blood, in amounts of silver and gold.
// if a dm would like to seize 2500ish gp that'd be great, else wise I'll just toss it into a bin
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docofmadness
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Post by docofmadness on Dec 27, 2014 14:45:40 GMT -5
*a large shadow watches the actions around the shrine before slipping in. see then remains of the heart* this winged human is truely strong. *after he sets to stringing one hundred twenty three ork ears around the massive fist* strong they where, bring down one shun they did, eash i offer to you great bear to prove strength too you.
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docofmadness
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Post by docofmadness on Jan 3, 2015 14:31:52 GMT -5
*a large shadow in blood, stained, rent cloak and hood slips into the shrine. he limps to the alter and drops a large sack onto the floor, falling to the floor as he does so, he takes a few moments to stand back up. though what is left of is hood the blunt nosed face of a half-ork can be seen. pulling two humaniod sized draconic wings from the sack he places them in the palm of the alters fist.* Like a wolf runtic hunt the dark hole of ork tribe. strong they where and lead by a winged ork of unholy power. *he stops to cough a bloody clot unto the floor.* runtic roar a challange to winged leader and face his firy blade with strength of bear courage of wolf. the pack worry the leaders flanks as runtic trade blow for blow blood for blood tell only runtic stand. Runtic offer this tale and these wings to you father bear. *his words become grunts and howls ttat end in twin whips of flame lashing from his hands to bursting the wings into flames. with ritural completed he slumps to the floor only rises hours later to bind his many wounds and try to slip unnoticed,in the midday sun, to the mistwood he haunts.
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Post by Pedantry INC on Mar 3, 2015 3:50:21 GMT -5
// editing in DM infos: After the battle in Tyluk Mirrir carries back the ruined body of the interceptor and strips him of equipment, and provides time for inspection: *The adventures lay a piece of paper over the face of the Imperceptor and make a charcoal rubbing. They get some paper and make a note of all scars, birthmarks, and tattoo's. They produce a detailed description written description of him. They find a talented sketch artist and have several very good sketches made of the man. A copy of these items are made by any that wants one. Copies are delivered to Lord Emmarask of Tyrluk, Rupard Higgins the High Inquisitor of Valkur's Roar, and a set for Vera Gudwerks. Then the body is relased to Mirrir.* She then carries the corpse away, winging south to Suzail. // end editMirrir arrives at the shrine with a naked, mangled corpse in her arms. She throws open the shrine doors wide, and proclaims to any in the streets that an enemy of Cormyr shall burn, inviting any who wish to witness to do so. Her ceremony carried out in draconic, she speaks loudly and with a fierce determination. Only when there is nothing in the braizer left but ash does she finally turn to kneel before the altar, remaining a time before leaving once more.
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Post by McGuffin on Mar 3, 2015 11:24:40 GMT -5
*The adventures lay a piece of paper over the face of the Imperceptor and make a charcoal rubbing. They get some paper and make a note of all scars, birthmarks, and tattoo's. They produce a detailed description written description of him. They find a talented sketch artist and have several very good sketches made of the man. A copy of these items are made by any that wants one. Copies are delivered to Lord Emmarask of Tyrluk, Rupard Higgins the High Inquisitor of Valkur's Roar, and a set for Vera Gudwerks. Then the body is relased to Mirrir.*
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Post by Razgriz on Apr 6, 2015 23:17:23 GMT -5
A tall man, clad in what seems to be mithril armor enters the shrine of the Beast Lord. He would remove his winged helm, hold it under one of his arms, and then walk to the altar in a way that denotes arrogance and/or defiance if somebody attempts to stop him.
If one of the faithful dares to see him with hostile eyes, he would just reply with an icy glare. If the faithful is any known noble, then the warrior would dip his head slightly, just enough to be noticed.
Once he reaches the altar, he would not tithe or offer anything. Instead, he would leave a brief note next to one of the candles.
He would depart some moments later and leave the door open, probably on purpose.*
//OOC: PM sent.
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