From: Helle Salin Nielsen (Jhez_at_wanadoo.dk)
Date: Thu Nov 20 2003 - 22:24:59 GMT
Illyana looks at Endok-tuk. A question seem to be forming in her eyes and
her mouth opens slightly. Then she shakes her head as if to stop herself
and just head over to her table to pick up her belongings.
"Let's go."
She is somewhat more somber than the flushed, gay and lively girl of a few
minutes before. While waiting, she looks unashamed at the elves. Especially
the beautiful Kestrel, who seems like a being of pure light. Her eyes shine
as if reflecting Kestrels golden skin. A small smile starts to form at her
lips, but then she looks down, as if suddenly aware that she has been
starring in a rude manner. Or in the innocent way of a wayward human child,
which only months ago she would rightfully have been called.
Acknowledging the elves with a slight bow of her head, she starts: "M'Lady,
M'Lords... " She pauses "Would you care to enlighten us as to the
likelihood of an Elf to survive the Scourge in the Twists, under conditions
such as this nameless troll has described? I realize that Elves are
longlived, but I've always assumed that they'ld need sustenance like the
rest of us... Unless of course the air itself is sustenance enough for an
Elf..." She trails off, for once uncertain of herself, seemingly afraid she
has misspoken.
-----Original Message-----
From: Naron [SMTP:naron_at_bigpond.net.au]
Sent: 20. november 2003 12:50
To: parlainth_at_teaparty.net
Subject: Re: Parlainth PBeM 0.2 Questions Are Answered
Stepping in behind the other troll travelling up the stair Endok-tuk
brushes the bones tied in his hair that swing in front of his eyes.
"Pretty carving on floor which prove dat you not been exed by da Horror but
you still might be a fool. You btook da elf for dead. Did she look dead?
Smell dead? You sure her heart not already stopped pumping and that she
is a cadaver man or other horror construct? What if she is marked and
someone else put da barrier their to keep her in? What do you say to
that?"
Endok-tuk looks over his shoulder at anyone else that is following and
gives them a toothy grin, his troll features wrinkling up in a humourous
smirk.
----- Original Message -----
From: Doug
To: Parlainth_at_teaparty.net
Sent: Thursday, November 20, 2003 11:41 AM
Subject: Parlainth PBeM 0.2 Questions Are Answered
The drenched Troll looks as though he has been out in the rain for some
time. He wears a blue tunic with what appears to be chain mail underneath.
A two-handed sword and Troll sized buckler is strapped on his back, along
with a backpack. He looks adept enough in whatever discipline he holds, but
you cannot be sure. If you look close you can see he has some scars,
perhaps those from battle.
The large Troll takes in all the comments that have been made. A few of
you interrupt him before he can reply to all the questions being asked. "I
fear that there is no time to answer these questions, but I understand the
need for them. It seems there are those who would choose to help and those
that would not. Now that I have a response, let us enter the common area
and I will answer questions there."
A large number from the dining room follow the Troll, a few trying to
finish up a few more quick bites before leaving the table. Ten. Ten
Name-givers, including you follow. All in all there is a T'skrang, a Troll,
a Dwarf, four humans and three elves. Quite a large turnout.
The Troll turns to you all, surprised at how many he sees. "I hope that
after these questions that I have a large number of you still left. To
answer the question of what I saw, it was a female Elf held within a room
in the basement of a building in the Twists. When I saw her, I thought she
was dead. I started to go towards her but saw that the room was trapped by
magic. Not only that, but I threw a rock through the doorway to see if it
would spring any other traps and it bounced back. Some sort of magical
barrier held me at bay.
"I called out to the elf, just to check. Her head came up slowly, her
body laying against some fungus that was growing on the wall. She did not
call out to me, she seemed to be weak. The clothes that she wears are like
those we've seen elsewhere in Parlainth. Theran. Pre-scourge. I tell you,
she has the look of what would be one who lived in Parlainth.
"As far as the Artisian Test goes, will this suffice?" He takes a knife
out and carves some runic carvings into the floor. The innkeeper obviously
does not seem to notice. The carvings seem well enough to show he is not
tainted.
"There is no money to be gained from me. The reward you get is the gold
mine of information that she will have. Many Throalic scholars have been
seeking pre-scourge information for a long time. Many come to Parlainth
seeking this knowledge, some even hoping to ask Twiceborn of her knowledge.
Not only that, but she is sure to know of secret areas of Parlainth! Secret
passages, places where treasure has been hidden, and all sorts of things
like that!
"If we are to leave, we cannot wait. I know that the whether outside is
unsettling, and perhaps that is your reason for not heading out. But it is
not too cold out, and the building holds some shelter from the rain. The
Twists are dangerous, but with this many of us we will not have too much of
a problem getting there and back.
I recall someone asking what the Twists are. It is perhaps one of the
most tainted areas of Parlainth. The clouds that darken the sky right now
seem to always darken the Twists. The shades of the last citizens of
Parlainth seem to still haunt the area, and any sound made in the Twists
echoes a faint undertone of their cries and wails. It seems to be a
sanctuary for the undead and other creatures of the night. As you walk
through the Twists, you constantly feel that you are being watched by
hostile eyes. The roads twist and turn. While there is rain here in Haven,
there is lightning is striking in the Twists. If it is a slight drizzle
around Parlainth and Haven, it comes down in sheets in the Twists. I would
continue, but there is no time. Know that I tell you these things of Twists
so you know what you are getting into. It would not be fair to you if I did
not.
"There is no time to waste. I am going to go upstairs to my room to
secure some of my possessions that I will not be needing so that travel
will be lighter. If any of you have more questions you may follow me up to
my room. I will leave the rest of you to talk amongst yourselves if you
will come or not."
With that the Troll starts to head upstairs. He replies to any questions
he is asked with, "Please ask as you walk with me." Those who do not follow
are left in the common area to decide if you should come or not. You
realize that if you were all to go, it would be definitely not be a wasted
trip as there is safety in numbers. Considering this, you make your
decision.
<Your moves please>
<If there are any who decide to ask the Troll questions I will reply to
them throughout the week to those characters that go with the Troll so that
we can keep this part of the game moving. Next posts are due no later than
11:00 PM Friday night MST.>
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