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    Pashin was a town in chaos.

    Roving bands of dark knights roamed the streets accosting the long-term citizens and travellers alike. The knights fleeing from minotaur occupied Silvanesti had fractured even dissolved as many simply deserted. Many of those remaining formed factions and were vying for control of the town, even fighting one and another on the streets. Small bands of lightly armoured minotaurs wandered through the streets, causing worry amongst the citizens of the town. The dark nights too busy with their own infighting just glared a lot at the minotaurs, who steadfastly ignored them in return. And this was just the surface of the town; other elements lurked in the underbelly of Pashin some just struggling to survive, but a few were darker and more sinister.

    The wind howled through the streets as it whipped up the dirt that covered the cobblestones. A group of twelve minotaurs ignoring the whipping wind were moving down the main road, peering in windows, down side streets and up alleyways. Although they wore no insignias it was obvious to all that saw them that these minotaurs were professional soldiers through the way they carried themselves, their weapons and their armour. The squad reached an intersection and after a brief conversation, they split into three groups, one taking each direction. They continued their search, eventually disappearing from sight.

    Several minutes passed by before another minotaur appeared, dropping down from the roof of a bakery. Tall with dark brown fur, Etrigan de Kyris landed softly, easily. The Kazelati’s thoughts returned to the vision the Emperor had bestowed upon him, a vision that had been the reason for his fleeing with the precious music box he now carried. A vision of eight heroes, champions with the potential to reshape the world.

    • A warrior of the people, proof that not all minotaurs are not ruthless conquerors - himself
    • A Solamnic knight, a worthy heir to the legacy of Huma Dragonbane
    • A dark knight, a twisted reflection of the glories of the Solamnics
    • A dwarf of sorcerous might fleeing his father’s disdain, trying to find his place in the world
    • A dwarf from under the mountain, adventurous and bold
    • A dark elven rogue seeking to save his people from a debilitating disease
    • A light elven mage seeking to regain his homeland
    • A warrior of the great grey wolf
    Etrigan knew he had to find them, he just did not know how.

    To be continued....
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    Erik listened to the so called Marshal what a joke. Dark knights were standing up and leaving the hall. One Knight a scarred veteran left the hall after yelling that he wouldn't follow a wet behind the ear new blood as the self proclaimed Marshal. it seemed to Erik that nearly all the older knights sided with him, as when he left so did they.

    Erik was beginning to become disillusioned with the Order this was the second self proclaimed Marshall this week the first was killed by his own second in command. how had the once all powerful order come to this. in the time of his uncle the order had conquered all they laid there eyes on. no one even knew who now was Lord of night and this town this Pashin was the worst of the dark knight holdings Erik had himself seen fighting in the street between two knights over an elf slave. was honor dead?

    suddenly the "Marshal" was preaching to the deaf half the hall was emptying Erik found himself among those who had listened enough if this Marshal couldn't gain the support of the hardest veterans then he would be hard pressed to be Marshal.

    Erik walked out into the street watching a group of minotaurs stalking past they had become bold of late entering the city at will but the Knighthood didn't seem to care that they were doing as they pleased. Erik crossed the street into an ally the shortest route to the old abandoned house he was using as a living space once he had shared it with two other knights but they were gone now like so many others.

    As he strolled into the ally he dreamed of a different time a time not long ago when the knight hood still had heroes....
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    "Keep the rest," said Mothus to the inn keeper as he took his mug of cider and returned to the table. The dirty window panes partly obscured his vision, but his eyes were fixed on the streets outside. Pashin was not what he expected. It was a den of iniquity ready to explode at a moment's notice. His diplomatic skills would be probably useless here; so long for his information gathering mission. The Circle of Knights in Solanthus would not have been pleased to get the news.
    As he took another sip, Mothus spotted through the window a group of minotaurs (warriors most likely) acting in a circumspect way. Decided to follow any possible leads, he finished the cider, stood up and, gathering the cloak around himself and assuring that the Solamnic insignia were not visible, went outside. The minotaurs did not seem to notice him, so he kept to himself, and traversed the alley.
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    “Damn walking steaks,” cursed the first dark knight, a short pasty-faced Nerakan. “We should kick them out on their arses; this is our town - not theirs.”

    “Quit it Haggard.” The other half of the patrol snapped back. “Don’t be foolish, Silvanesti is overflowing with minotaurs. It wouldn’t take much to provocation for them to come swarming out and annihilate us.”

    “But they are already, Volkberg!” Haggard almost whined. “Swarming us I mean!”

    “Bah! A couple of squads is all we‘ve seen.” Volkberg shook his head. “They are just looking for someone.”

    “Who?”

    “Our spies say a deserter with an elven artifact.”

    Standing in the shadows of an alleyway, Daggerblight allowed the pair to move along. He had been on the surface barely an hour and he had the good fortune to stumble upon this conversation. An elderly morinesti seer, a woman driven insane by the disease now afflicting his people had prophesised the arrival of this artifact. Too many times he had seen her cryptic ramblings proven true for him to ignore the hints that artifact might lead to a cure. He had to find this minotaur.
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    His tongue ran along perfect white teeth, so stark a contract to his blackened skin, as Daggerblight digested the conversation. The dark elf smirked as he considered how fortunate he was for having heard it. It had been what, an hour since he had come to the surface, and already the old crone's ramblings were justified. He almost cursed himself for having considered her a wild fool...almost. Once again she had proven useful.

    After the pair of dark knights had moved on he remained standing in the dark recesses of a random, but lucky, alley. He considered the fact that his life was coming around full circle. It was, after all, minotaur scum who had forced his people from their rightful home. And now here he was, about to hunt one of the horned ogres for a prize that could be the salvation of his people. His smirk curled into more of a sneer as devilish visions filled his mind, of all the things he'd like to do to the one who carried the artifact.

    But enough of that, he shook his head of such nonsense. He stepped away from the wall, taking care to remain as covered by the shadows as possible, and moved to the edge of the alleyway. Elven eyes darted left and right in search of his prey. Somewhere in this god forsaken city was a lone minotaur who was already hunted. Maervold Daggerblight would make certain that he was first to find it.
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    Anvil Spellforge

    It was frustrating being so close to his target, but Anvil Spellforge was a dwarf and dwarves were patient. He had travelled all the way from Solace, traversing half a continent and had arrived in Pashin only yesterday, but already he had heard several new rumours regarding Cole. A farrier had told him the man was not only in bed with the Knights of Neraka, he was in reality a Knight of the Thorn. A street walker had informed the dwarven spellslinger that Cole was the head of a newly formed thieves guild. Anvil’s favourite though was an engaging tale related by a balding bartender, where Cole was the leader of a mercenary company that was busy reclaiming the loot from Malys’s treasure hoard and reselling it.

    Winding his way through the crowded common room to the door, the dwarf left the dimly lit tavern, The Wounded Crow to follow up on the best lead he had heard thus far, that Cole had been seen tailing a minotaur near the South Gate.


    Lauthin the White Robe

    “I’m aware of your feelings about non elves brother,” the soft female voice whispered into Lauthin’s ear. “But ask yourself, is saving elven lives worth a little personal discomfort?” The elven white robe was taken back by the directness of Coryn’s words; at sixteen years, she was little more than a child to his elven eyes.

    “I’m sorry to be so blunt Lauthin, but as you know this spell has a limited duration and it is almost up. If it makes you feel better, consider it an order. Remember the streets of Pashin are dangerous for elves, so take care. Good luck brother and do the Tower proud....” Her voice faded as the spell did.

    Lauthin had been standing in the doorway of a stable not far from the southern gate, watching the streets when the Mistress of the White Robes had initiated contact with him. Coryn in the far off Tower of High Sorcery, had informed the elf that she had received some information from a source about the suffering of the elves of Pashion and a certain artifact. The details were all very vague and she had refused point blank to name her source, just saying that it was someone all white robes could trust.

    Her instructions however, had been explicit. Regardless of his personal feelings, he was to help the group of adventurers with the artifact. A rogue minotaur. Two knights - one nerakan, the other solamnic. Two dwarves; one hill and the other from under the mountain. A masked elven assassin. And a warrior of a beast lord.
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    Erik Longblade

    Quote Originally Posted by sticko_69 View Post
    Erik crossed the street into an ally the shortest route to the old abandoned house he was using as a living space once he had shared it with two other knights but they were gone now like so many others.

    As he strolled into the ally he dreamed of a different time a time not long ago when the knight hood still had heroes....
    The knights daydreaming was interrupted when halfway through the alley he felt a sleight tugging at his waist - a pickpocketing street urchin. A quick glance behind revealed a second thief, another child of the streets, already at the entrance of the alley with the knight’s purse in his hand. The first thief ducked, dodging past the knight sprinting after his compatriot.


    OOC - Thief one’s Stealth check vs. Erik’s Passive Perception 1d20+8=7+8=13 vs. 10 Successful
    Thief two’s Stealth check vs. Erik’s Passive Perception 1d20+8=13+8=21 vs. 10 Successful
    Thief one Thievery check DC20+1(Erik’s Level)=21 1d20+8=17+8=25 Successful
    Thief two Thievery check DC20+1(Erik’s Level)=21 1d20+8=3+8=11 Failed
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    Lauthin was not in the best of moods, nor had he been for quite some time. He had spent his entire trip from Khurinost mulling over the instructions Mistress Coryn had given him. He found many of them to be perplexing, such as sending him, a fledgling, untested, white robe into a town controlled by the Dark Knights of Neraka. Such a place was twice as dangerous, as Dark Knights have never been friends with the practitioners of Solinari's art or with Elves of any kind. Perhaps this was some new form of strange testing the Orders were enacting in lieu of proper organization yet established at Wayreth.

    And then there was the matter of actually having to help these children of darkness. One of which, was quite simply out of a question. Of all the things to ask any Silvanesti to do, the last would be to help a Minotaur. By Eli, Lauthin found it to be terribly ignorant of Mistress Coryn to ask that of him. And then there was the matter of this Dark Knight. That would lead to no end of conflict. Lauthin's thoughts dwelled for a short time on this masked assassin, but only led himself to assume that he or she was a dark elf and not to be trusted. There were going to be some serious problems with this group he was tasked to aid.

    But he digressed. Lauthin spent most of his time in his room which he rented at The Wounded Crow, studying his spell book. Today, he watched the streets from his window, wishing that the fire in his eyes would set these minotaurs aflame. It was no more than they deserved. The young elf was,however, intrigued by this rumored elven artifact. If nothing else, Lauthin believed he should acquire the item and return it to Khurinost. It's recovery would bring joy to all elves within the tent city. They has such few items like those now, and with a great amount of luck some remained, somewhere in the lost Elven homelands.
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    That was close, thought Etrigan as he swung down from the roof of the bakery. That he had avoided detection must have been some sort of miracle Emperor had cast on his behalf.

    The Wyvern Legion was relentless. Having infiltrated the legion several months ago he had seen how relentless they could be. They would not rest until they had reclaimed the artifact and dragged his head back to Ambeon along as proof of their deeds.

    Etrigan vowed not to let that happen.

    I don't know why Emperor, he thought, but thy will be done. I will find the other members of the circle of eight you have shown me. Together we will find what this music box does and use its power to change the world. So swears this son of Kyris Lawgiver.

    Now how to find them.

    It was certain he couldn't just trot up and ask everyone he met if they were the chosen ones. He could not rest at an inn either; such would be folly which would result in his capture. He needed to find an inconspicuous place to hole up until he could gather the chosen.

    In the meantime he would need to hide his appearance. Spying a nearby laundress hanging clothes; he walked briskly across the street and while she is busy slips a cloak from one of the baskets.

    The cloak was brown and damp. He winced a bit as he put it on. Why couldn't that basket have been a dry pile, he thought.

    The cloak came up short on him. Given that he was a few inches taller than even most minotaurs it made sense that the garment didn't fit him. This one must have been made for a dwarf though; because it came up way short. He sighed.

    Etrigan stripped off the damp garment and tossed it back on the pile.

    So much for a disguise.

    You're already in disguise, Etrigan, he chided himself. Use it.

    He still wore the uniform of a Wyvern Legionnaire. It would have to do. He would not fool his former companions but maybe he could fool the people of Pashin - at least for a time.

    "You there," he snapped at a passer-by. "Where can one get a drink in this town?"
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    "by the abyss" cursed Erik reaching for his purse what ever he had in it was gone now with his purse. He wanted nothing more than to chase the thieves down but he knew that was wishful thinking the two damned light fingered thieves were clean skin with his scale armour he would never catch them. he would only embarrass himself. he vowed next time he had the money for a crossbow he would buy one.

    *Simple action (draw weapon)*

    Erik drew his Two handed sword the next thief that thought to take advantage of him was in for a nasty surprise. and as he started to continue his walk he had the feeling the thieves were not the only people he might encounter in this ally. with his head a little lower than before he stalked off towards his den his anger boiling inside him.

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