The Ministry of Abnormality
Dawn of Steel [IC]
From the Journal of King Erin:
This is my journal.. My name is King Erin. I have a story to tell.
"Month 3, Day 7." [Day 0]
The world is at peace. Yarno has only a few factions fighting, and there are few who are unhappy. We live nice lives.
"Month 3, Day 8." [Day 1]
Rumors have spread fast, of some sort of gnome descending from a portal of a sort. No one panics.
"Month 3, Day 9." [Day 2]
The rumors where true. There is a being from another dimension, and he is in our world. We do not know his plans or agenda, but he has converted half the city somehow.
"Month 3, Day 10." [Day 3]
The gnome now rules half the city. My guards fight to the best they can, but they are up against men with strange weapons and armor, shining blades instead of rock swords. My men do not follow my command, except for a select few. They have fell to the gnome's offers..
"Month 3, Day 11." [Day 4]
The gnome has been identifed. He is Waxlow, and he brandishes weapons of great power. No one dares to fight against him. I am writing while the soldiers outside bang on my door. I fear for my life, and for my kingdom.
"Month 3, Day 12." [Day 5]
I now am forced to write in my own blood, the guards in there demonic armor will not give me a quill. I live now in the prison, as the gnome Waxlow is resting his army. The prisoners do not know what he plans.
"Month 3, Day 16" [Day 9]
I am back from the torture chamber. I know very little still. Only that Waxlow now controls the entire Kingdom.. He has converted our Kingdom, the houses being turned into crude workshops for the "steel" he creates. The guard comes.. He gives me no rest.
"Month 3, Day 19." [Day 12]
I fear now for Guratiel. It is nothing more than rubble, from what I know. I understand from the rumors spread amongst the inmates that the world is going to war. I foresee much death. I only hope I am wrong.
"Month 3, Day 21." [Day 14]
This will be my last entry. The guards gave me a quill. I plan to end my life. The inmates have given me more false hope. The only bastion of defense in Guratiel left was destroyed. I wept after hearing this. There is no hope for my family. There is no hope for anyone. The inmates can only refer to Waxlow as evil. I know nothing else of the outside world. My only friends are a quill and the cold brick of the dungeon.
This truly is the end of days, the Dawn of Steel.
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The sun sets. The light brings the fifteenth day since Waxlow had invaded. The air is full of the silent hint of blood and death.. The immediate sense of foreboding.
Hooock Tooey! is the sound heard when entering the Red Hobgoblin, a dirty tavern run by dirty folk. The barkeep can't say much on account of his tounge being cut out, but he can still serve a nice pint of grog if ya need that fire in your belly. The tavern has its normal customers..
Drunken Dwarves, performing Gnomes, lurking Rogues, mumbling Wizards.. Nothing exciting is happening in this foul tavern whos roots lay in Groroc. Now Groroc, thats a completely different story.
Groroc was founded by a self-loving orc by the name of Groroc, a brutish fool who tried to lay his law upon the land till a kindly order of Paladins smacked em down and took over. Groroc turned into a good town not too long after, home to a mix of races that come there for any reasons. Its not like Groroc is famous. Its just another town in the world of Yarno. But, it is home to some interesting characters.
Theres Salsakka, the Sesha merchant, a man who sells just about anything you need, hailing from the mysterious deserts.
Zaid, the Human assassin, a man whos got a missing finger to make up for the devilish wristblade he carries.
Old 'Foul' Jack, the Human beggar, a rude and greedy man who knows a little about anything you need to know.
Yrag, the Halfling barbarian, a man lookin for someone to show him something, though he doesn't know who and what, it seems to be just fine with him.
Ashback, the Human fighter, another man lookin for somethin, but this time he knows what it is.
Kallus, the Hansferfiit Lap Say. Who really knows..
Kai, the Cricket Folk ranger, a man hailing from a land of Daimyos and Samurai.
Thaimor, the Half-Elf rogue, another rogue who keeps to himself, preferring to leave his background out of it.
Begalis, the Ogre reaver, a man who dresses in black. He is a reaver, and as such does not have much respect from simple-minded peasant folk.
All these people don't have much to worry about, at least not yet. But, they will play a part in this world.
Today, there are bits of cloth posted to the doors of the town, asking for anyone brave or stupid enough to go up against powerful creatures. The cloths also say that there will be large rewards, including very precious items. Anyone interested should report to a hovel in Section 1, there will be blue smoke coming from the chimney.
[See the OC thread before posting introduction!]
This is my journal.. My name is King Erin. I have a story to tell.
"Month 3, Day 7." [Day 0]
The world is at peace. Yarno has only a few factions fighting, and there are few who are unhappy. We live nice lives.
"Month 3, Day 8." [Day 1]
Rumors have spread fast, of some sort of gnome descending from a portal of a sort. No one panics.
"Month 3, Day 9." [Day 2]
The rumors where true. There is a being from another dimension, and he is in our world. We do not know his plans or agenda, but he has converted half the city somehow.
"Month 3, Day 10." [Day 3]
The gnome now rules half the city. My guards fight to the best they can, but they are up against men with strange weapons and armor, shining blades instead of rock swords. My men do not follow my command, except for a select few. They have fell to the gnome's offers..
"Month 3, Day 11." [Day 4]
The gnome has been identifed. He is Waxlow, and he brandishes weapons of great power. No one dares to fight against him. I am writing while the soldiers outside bang on my door. I fear for my life, and for my kingdom.
"Month 3, Day 12." [Day 5]
I now am forced to write in my own blood, the guards in there demonic armor will not give me a quill. I live now in the prison, as the gnome Waxlow is resting his army. The prisoners do not know what he plans.
"Month 3, Day 16" [Day 9]
I am back from the torture chamber. I know very little still. Only that Waxlow now controls the entire Kingdom.. He has converted our Kingdom, the houses being turned into crude workshops for the "steel" he creates. The guard comes.. He gives me no rest.
"Month 3, Day 19." [Day 12]
I fear now for Guratiel. It is nothing more than rubble, from what I know. I understand from the rumors spread amongst the inmates that the world is going to war. I foresee much death. I only hope I am wrong.
"Month 3, Day 21." [Day 14]
This will be my last entry. The guards gave me a quill. I plan to end my life. The inmates have given me more false hope. The only bastion of defense in Guratiel left was destroyed. I wept after hearing this. There is no hope for my family. There is no hope for anyone. The inmates can only refer to Waxlow as evil. I know nothing else of the outside world. My only friends are a quill and the cold brick of the dungeon.
This truly is the end of days, the Dawn of Steel.
________________________________________________
The sun sets. The light brings the fifteenth day since Waxlow had invaded. The air is full of the silent hint of blood and death.. The immediate sense of foreboding.
Hooock Tooey! is the sound heard when entering the Red Hobgoblin, a dirty tavern run by dirty folk. The barkeep can't say much on account of his tounge being cut out, but he can still serve a nice pint of grog if ya need that fire in your belly. The tavern has its normal customers..
Drunken Dwarves, performing Gnomes, lurking Rogues, mumbling Wizards.. Nothing exciting is happening in this foul tavern whos roots lay in Groroc. Now Groroc, thats a completely different story.
Groroc was founded by a self-loving orc by the name of Groroc, a brutish fool who tried to lay his law upon the land till a kindly order of Paladins smacked em down and took over. Groroc turned into a good town not too long after, home to a mix of races that come there for any reasons. Its not like Groroc is famous. Its just another town in the world of Yarno. But, it is home to some interesting characters.
Theres Salsakka, the Sesha merchant, a man who sells just about anything you need, hailing from the mysterious deserts.
Zaid, the Human assassin, a man whos got a missing finger to make up for the devilish wristblade he carries.
Old 'Foul' Jack, the Human beggar, a rude and greedy man who knows a little about anything you need to know.
Yrag, the Halfling barbarian, a man lookin for someone to show him something, though he doesn't know who and what, it seems to be just fine with him.
Ashback, the Human fighter, another man lookin for somethin, but this time he knows what it is.
Kallus, the Hansferfiit Lap Say. Who really knows..
Kai, the Cricket Folk ranger, a man hailing from a land of Daimyos and Samurai.
Thaimor, the Half-Elf rogue, another rogue who keeps to himself, preferring to leave his background out of it.
Begalis, the Ogre reaver, a man who dresses in black. He is a reaver, and as such does not have much respect from simple-minded peasant folk.
All these people don't have much to worry about, at least not yet. But, they will play a part in this world.
Today, there are bits of cloth posted to the doors of the town, asking for anyone brave or stupid enough to go up against powerful creatures. The cloths also say that there will be large rewards, including very precious items. Anyone interested should report to a hovel in Section 1, there will be blue smoke coming from the chimney.
[See the OC thread before posting introduction!]
Replies to This Discussion
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Permalink Reply by Barbarian on -
Salsakka smiled to the Gnome. "Would you mind if I would stay here and watch you create those items, sir?"
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Permalink Reply by Boostava! on -
"I need beer to help me focus..." Begalis said, and he began to make his way to the bar.
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Permalink Reply by Ziadan on -
-"Five hundred and forty five! Five hundred and forty six! Five hundred and forty seven!!"
Since todays lesson already have passed, Jamal spends the rest of his time today on the training yard, working out.... though beating up heavy logs suspended in the air with ropes prooved to be anything but a time killer.... he was getting anxious for a new assignment....
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Permalink Reply by Boostava! on
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"Barkeep!" Begalis shouted, more than a little flustered. "Whasa guy gotta do t'getta 'nother glass o' beer?" He belched loudly, the picture of a perfect gentleman.
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Permalink Reply by Ziadan on
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Jamal stopped working out for now, his intense training and fighting have made him much more skilled and stronger than he was a couple of years ago... but even then he was not even close to the level of his master, he came to realise that he never saw that person fighting without holding back... he shivered at the thought of having to face her as a real opponent....
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Permalink Reply by Hopes Crusader on -
The gnome looks at Salsakka. "And give away the secret of the trade? No thanks. Go on now.."
A man dressed in light blue finery is rushing through the same bar as Begalis, as he rushes past him he trips and falls onto Begalis's lap, quivering and shaking nervously as he jumps up away from the large man. "S.. S.. So S.. Sorry!!"
As Jamal was taking his break, a large man decked out in shiny silver armor crossed his arms and cleared his throat. The man was Sir Elliot, the man who only works under the king. "Jamal. I have a request of you... Are you busy?" Sir Elliot was a towering man, 6'3 with the legendary sword Bunder at his side, its legend known only to the oldest scholars.
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Permalink Reply by Ziadan on
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-"Not really, im just killin' time.." Jamal replied "Whats on your mind big guy?" he then asked as he walked towards Sir Elliot...
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Permalink Reply by Hopes Crusader on
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"Theres an issue concerning a wizard and some ale. Come with me to my chambers, later, with some battle-ready fighters."
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Permalink Reply by Barbarian on
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Salsakka politely nodded to the Gnome. "Very well, sir, I was merely curious about your impressive art of Steelcrafting. But if any lessons are out of the questions, I'd very well like to receive some thin bars of your treasured metal, as much as you can spare. I'm sure I can find some profitable trading options for such objects."
As Salsakka nodded once again, turned around and walked away, he gently tapped a small wooden beetle with faceted emeralds as eyes, mentally ordering it to follow the gnome. After tapping its eyes to a circular, lense-like emerald, he let it go to start its mission.
Already wondering about the curious -and precious- material that he had encountered several times already, he started guessing about its properties. His tail weapon had been custom-made for him at a high price, but without exposing the secret of steelcrafting to him. He wóuld obtain it, for he was a Sesha. Where his ancestors had stalked juicy little creatures through the primordial wastes of his homeland, hís prey of choice was much more sophisticated. Knowledge. The more secret, the more profitable. The more profitable, the better.
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Permalink Reply by Hopes Crusader on
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As Salsakka left the hovel, a small bird with a note tied to its leg fluttered onto his shoulder, chirping and looking around.
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Permalink Reply by Barbarian on
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Salsakka frowned at the creature for a second, but noticed the document and opened it carefully.
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Permalink Reply by Hopes Crusader on
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"Dear Drearus, my unknown companion of Groroc's Mage Guild. I require aid. A disgusting sea creature has been ravaging Port Kinsir, to the north bordering on the Great Sea. We require aid. Please, come to Port Kinsir and meet me in the Mages Guild. I will pay you in full, and give you an item of great magic. Please help us! Signed Scythe, Guild Mage of Port Kinsir
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