Alright. This is my first thread that I've started, so it might not be perfect. In this thread, the wizards of the remote tower of Undarin- Tyr are faced with a pressing dilemma. The towns nearest them, including the city of Xak Tsaroth (in this thread it has been rebuilt and inhabited by humans and dwarves (and gully dwarves), have decided that they no longer wish to be so near a potential threat as great as Undarin- Tyr.
They have sent out secret messages for aid from the cities farther away, and to the Tower of Sorcery in Wayreth. Of course, the messages were not so secret, given the scrying ability of the mages. The towns plan to assault the tower and destroy it and the magic-users inside.
For this, I need some to be mages of the tower along with me, and some to be the leaders of Xak- Tsaroth and other towns that aid in the assault. If there is another part that anyone wishes to play, please PM me.
Name: Hentian Derlundin
Class: Mage(Black Robes)
Equipment: Black Robes, spell components, poison dagger, Staff of Fistantil, numerous spellbooks, Amulet of Rising, Ring of Archfire, and Ring of Secrets.
Appearance: Long white hair hair that reaches his shoulders, a crooked scar on his left cheek, about 6' 2", 185 lbs, muscular
Hentian Derlundin, the archmage of the secret mage organization in Undarin- Tyr, the "Rogue Tower", watched in silent fury as the vision played out. his scrying mirror showed him thus: a messenger from Xak Tsaroth, dressed in mail and battle-ready spoke to a leader in Solace.
"Fools," he muttered. "What have we mages ever done to disrupt their already pitiful existence."
He had seen countless visions, messengers in almost every town he could think of.
"We must prepare." He stood from his chair of oak, leaned on his staff, a wooden shaft butted in silver and capped with a replication of an eagles head made of ivory.
Name: Achmos Nargany
Class: Red robe mage
Gender, Age: Male, 24
Description: Slight build, with long, dark brown hair, with brown eyes.
Equip: Spell components, spellbooks, a dagger, normal mage stuff.
Achmos had been standing in the back of the room, awaiting the masters orders.
"How, we have seen that many towns have been alerted, and that an army will most likely be formed. Not to mention the conclave has been alerted as well."
Achmos din't like this scenario, but he stood firm, ready to move on a seconds notice.
Hope its ok if I join.
Name - Giam Arten
Gender - Male
Age - 26
Race - Human
Class - Red Robe
Description - Long curly brown hair normal height and weight, green eyes
Equipment - Spellbook, spell components, staff, dagger
IC: Hearing his master, Giam begins to prepare his spell componets, and study his spell book awaiting orders.
OOC: Welcome, Onyxflame.
"Yes, Achmos. It is likely that the conclave has been informed, for Xak Tsaroth alone poses no significant threat. They will need Wayreth's mages, or a score towns plus many cities to take our tower. We have allies they cannot even imagine."
He turned to face his companions.
"Giam, I need you to go to the summoning chamber, the one on the seventh floor, and bring me back the tome that lies in the chest to the right side, behind the Student Altar."
Giam's eyes widened, he had never known of any chest there. "Take this key to unlock it, then bring both the tome and the key back. Achmos, I wish to discuss other matters with you." Hentian turned to the mirror in contemplation.
IC: Giam took the key from his master and hurried to the summoning room thinking to himself what kind of tome it was. "I have never seen a chest in that room" giam said under his breath. He left to retrive the tome. "found it" giam said to himself. He opened the chest and there was the old tome. The tome had arcane markings one it that Giam had never seen before. "Its cold" Giam winced as his hands numbed touching it "I better get this to him quickly".
As Giam left, Achmos stared at the master. 'Matters to discuss.' Achmos could see that the cogs and gears of a plan were already in motion within the masters mind. He had always admired the master's quick thinking.
"What is it master?" Achmos finally spoke.
OOC: Hope you don't mind I use a character that I am still using in an other thread.
Race: Half-Kender(other part human)
Weapons: two hand shortswords, two sais, one dagger in the boot.
Description: short red-orange hair, 5'0, kender ears, small build. Has the two short swords on the back and the sais on the side. Mix-matching clothing of black, grey, and dark blue.
Bio: Abandonded on the streets of Palanthas, Skiph started hanging around the theives. He was given the name Skiph, and never knew his real name. He is one of the best theives, and is also trying to be a mercanary, but is judge by his height and build. But he knows how to take care of himself, when the need arises. After leaving Palanthas, Skiph found himself in Xak Tsaroth and walking towards the tower Undarin- Tyr. What he had might help or break the mages.
"Wow, this place is coming along well." Skiph clutched his jewel. He walked into the newly restored Xak Tsaroth. He looked around and saw the tower. He walked around and then asked, "Excuse me, how can I get there?" The man looked at him in horror. And ran. "How rude." He kept on walking.
Giam approached his masters study. "Master if your ready i've brought the tome you asked for"
Achmos heard Giam's call.
"Master, if you have matters to discuss with me that are to be private, it would be best to discuss them before Giam returns, lest we have to postpone the conversation to a later time." Achmos spoke in a hushed and unsure tone.