From: Dustin Headen (dustinpbem_at_hotmail.com)
Date: Fri Nov 21 2003 - 19:11:56 GMT
Listening to the mysterious words of the passionate stranger, a nervous
excitement slowly builds within Trystan's mind. As the troll steps out into
the common room of the inn, he watches as a large party of Namegivers
follows the adventurer.
'So many,' he thinks. 'With the security these numbers can provide,
assuming all these seekers of fortune know what they're doing, this
opportunity could be the perfect chance for me to begin building my own
legend. But I've only just arrived - can such an opportunity as this really
be so convenient?'
Setting his bone-dry mug on the bar behind him, Trystan slowly makes his
way through the bustle of the tavern, trailing behind the curious band of
interested Namegivers. Crossing his arms and leaning against the back wall
of the common area when he steps through the threshold, he listens intently
to the hurried description the troll spills out. After the giant begins to
make his way up the stairs, Trystan glances around the room focusing on each
individual face. Considering the fact that many of the people in the room
might have motives and desires similar to his own, he pays special attention
as other members of the group begin to introduce themselves.
When a lull in the conversation presents itself, Trystan gazes out from
behind his rain dampened hair, one foot propped against the wall behind him,
and says, "I am called Trystan and am both a poet and an Archer." Then, his
voice falling suddenly and strangely silent, the young human's eyes,
conveying a wisdom beyond his years, gaze slowly across each face in patient
expectation.
>From: "Doug" <gryphon4101_at_comcast.net>
>Reply-To: parlainth_at_teaparty.net
>To: <Parlainth_at_teaparty.net>
>Subject: Parlainth PBeM 0.2 Questions Are Answered
>Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2003 18:41:44 -0700
>
>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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