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Post by gathera on Mar 12, 2009 0:48:00 GMT -5
A smattering of flyer's are posted about in the common areas of Red Mist.  |
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Mar 13, 2009 0:04:52 GMT -5
((*Squints* ... print is tiny... got something bigger?  |
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Post by EDM Neo on Mar 13, 2009 0:08:37 GMT -5
// I think it reads:
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Post by gathera on Mar 13, 2009 3:23:37 GMT -5
"Hmmm too small it seems the wind blew them away. Perhaps these one will stay in place". With that a new set of posters are diligently tacked up around Red Mist.  |
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Post by liamofwaterdeep on Mar 13, 2009 8:12:08 GMT -5
He reads the note and then pulls out a crumpled sheet of parchment. He tears off a small piece of the parchment and scribbles a few lines on it then folds it in half then half again and heads to the Redmist Inn.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2009 15:59:52 GMT -5
*A mage speaking with heavy draconic accent looks over the notice. He hands a a letter to the inn keeper and tells him to give it to Noria. He then hands over a few coins ands trolls out the door, his behaviour skittish.*
~Sioladuil
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Post by gathera on Mar 20, 2009 16:36:03 GMT -5
//Meet in Red Mist for interested party’s on March 25 1:00 PM Mountain time (3:00 PM Eastern 7:00 PM GMT) Sorry for the delay the “war” yah know or real life things take your pick *grinning*//
*Translated from my native tongue*
No no no .... NO NO!
My words mirrored a rather resounding crash. I stood glaring over at the tipped pallet. All of the porters scattered away like rats not wanting to be caught next to the lost shipment lest blame of the pallets demise be attached to them. A string of curses and worse bubbled and boiled beneath my lips. With more than a little difficulty I choked back the rage burning inside of me. I small glint of a cruel smile graced my lips as I pondered turning one to stone as an example.
“Bah they move so slow I doubt any would notice the difference anyway” It was a foolish notion to think of doing such here in Cormyr in any regards. Angrily I stormed off to the stevedore. I could vent my frustrations on that one.
“You’re late, more than two weeks late now with the orders I placed and now... now this”, waving to the ruined cargo. “I should cancel the contract. Tymora herself must be in your back pocket that I should tolerate such sloth and ineptitude. Your endless snivelling that the “war” has delayed my shipments is wearing parchment thin. See what can be salvaged from this mess and rest assured those in Eltabbar will hear of this. I trust do not have to say anything more than that. Now GO!”
Pale-faced the stevedore scrambled off bellowing out commands as he stormed away. In truth I knew that the war was indeed making his tasks more than a little difficult. It was only my growing impatience that had made me to be so snippy. I was so close now, so very close. My hand slipped down by long habit to caress the cold brass plates of the Burnished Text. With a nod to myself, my fingers then settled on the cold hard gem tucked carefully next to the text, a King’s Tear. I know that all of them Snipe, Kiki even Garistan all of them thought me mad to claim only this gem from that ancient crypt. The rest of the tomb trappings, gold and silver had significant worth but the gem, this gem had a value beyond mere coin. It was the first component specified by the Burnished Text. True, I had only the gem the first of the four parts in my possession. More remained to be accomplished, however the cryptic riddles detailed in the tome had at last both been solved. The red headed druid Vonita had figured out the first, the location of the wood for the cross piece.
In a regal forest where the black oaks dwell
Amidst the tangled branches of mires fell
From the blacken heart, slice to slivers
Etch in silver drawn from a strangled river
Twilight to night, Darkness to dusk
Mark each strip well thrice thus
Regal wood referred to the Kings forest. It was all so abundantly clear now.
A passing sage Gustus Kley had provided me with the final clue. Who would imagine that someone in a creaky backwater like Isinhold someone would have actually known what a “Daughter of Cegilune” was. I certainly had not, chuckling to myself.
Old daughter of Cegilune
Seek her out by the light of Selune
Black Annie’s locks so fine
Spin the wheel, weave the twine
Spindle bobbin and long black thread
Twirl the yarn of the dead
A spinning wheel or at least the use of it for a time should not prove to be difficult to arrange. The final component would be simplicity itself to gain. I clasped my hands together grinning in expectation.
`Soon, so very soon`.
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Post by gathera on Mar 24, 2009 13:25:25 GMT -5
It had taken a great deal to even get this far. I tumbled the small cold stone over in my hands. Passage to the Kings Forest had been booked. The need supplies obtained. Soon the harder part would begin. Two strips of wood to match the tear. Soon
//Meet in Red Mist Inn for interested party’s on March 25 1:00 PM Mountain time (3:00 PM Eastern 7:00 PM GMT//
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Post by gathera on Mar 26, 2009 1:12:35 GMT -5
I sat before the hearth of the quaint forest inn contemplating the days adventure. It had succeed beyond all my expectations. True some minor trouble at the end, needless yes, but it hardly mattered. Certainly not now. I had in my procession what I had wanted all along. Slowly, meticulously I rotated the coarse wooden slats over in my hands admiring them. The faint glow of the fireplace only served to accentuated the deep ebon cast of the wood. Holding it just so it almost seemed like a faint crimson mist was entombed within the wood. I ran my hands across the rough plank reverently feeling the woods coarse texture beneath my finger tips. A towering titan of the forest reduced to this, two small sticks. A strange thought actually. Likely there was a parable there. A small light laugh graced my lips as I slouched back into the chair basking in the warm thoughts of my success. The venture was not without its costs but such was mere coin anyway. This, this was far more valuable. The second piece, mine now, all mine.
// My thanks to Lola, Kiki, Garum, Bolverk and Bjonord I hope you had fun with the walk. I certainly did.
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