Cuddle Pot

The Hand of Fate

@TurboWraith any chance you know @Oraculum in real life? He mentioned somewhere the two of you were friends and he hasn't been on for twenty days.

The Hand of Fate

Dragons Cradle

The smith looked up from his work for the first time and looked intently towards the young girl. "You say your pap made you that creature? Not many elves know that kind of magic..." he looked thoughtful for a few moments and then continued, "Who's your pap lass? Was he a Tihaluhesi? Or one of those new bloods who are in charge? Speak honestly girl a lot's riding on this!"
@Mr Rage

Lost Woods

The old man gazed his eyes on the decaying knight and fell to his knees, "My Lord! Please I know it is selfish to ask more of you when you've already saved my life. But if anything happens to her then my life is meaningless!" He became choked up with emotion unable to continue for a while. When he composed himself he continued, "They took my Lucile. The same group of bandits who attacked us earlier. They live in an old logging camp to the east. I beg of you sire, the Knights of Radiance can't help me. I was hoping those of Ebonwood could..."
@Turbowraith

Sun Kingdom Forrest

"There's only one, easy pickens ea' boss?" Spoke a quiet voice in the night. It belonged to a goblin hidden in a tree, he and his boss where watching this stranger while four of his kin waited in the bushes to launch the ambush. "Quick not easy. You see that cloak? The book? That's a wizard. We got to do this fast before he can cast one of his spells and turn us all into ash. You sneak up behind him and and stick em' in the back. The others will come rushing to finish him up. I'll stay up here. If ya get involved o trouble I'll stick an arrow into him" his underling nodded satisfied with the sureness of the plan.

He signaled to the others by flashing a piece of glass and the moon rays. As he scampered down the tree and crept up on his prey, his boss was already creeping away from the whole scene. There was no way he was getting mixed up with a wizard! He was going straight to the raid master with his findings. His minion snuck along, ignorant of his abandonment and pulled a skinning knife from its sheath. It wasn't the most impressive blade, but it was good iron and would cause a lot of bleeding with a lucky blow. His was eight yards away from his target, when the wind shifted carrying his wretched stench to the hooded figure.
@Oraculum

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Earlier tonight I spent two and a half hours working on a post that address four players at once. As soon as I hit the post button.... the server had issues and my work was lost forever. I'll get it back up tomorrow, my dearest apologies.

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Go right ahead @Ojo chan 42 I'll get some more posts before the week is out.

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I appreciate everyone's patience. I know I've been slow, if I'm too slow feel free to progress your character yourself. I'll try to sweep around and address @The Harbinger of Ferocity and @Ojo chan 42 next.

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Dragons Cradle

The dwarf and his companions walked on in silence despite their guests chatter. It wasn't that they craved the silence, it was that the mountains weren't nearly as safe as they used to be. Eventually they reached their camp were the captain of their little party waved for the guards to open the gate. He lead the girl and her golem to a small quarry in the side of the volcano. At this point the girl had asked, "What kinds of questions is the Obsidian Smith going to have?" To which he responded, "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

Amid the sea of black glass, was a grey haired old dwarf working by the light and heat of a puddle of lava that had risen to the surface. He was intent on his work, shaping the molten glass into moulds for armor and battle axes. Not looking away from his work he spoke up, "Marvelous stone Obsidian. I've spent years mastering and learning its mysteries. So very sharp, yet brittle that is if you don't know how to temper it. Most marvelous of all is it's a great conduit of magic. A midnight warrior with his full suit is neigh immune to some of the nastiest of spells. Which leads me wondering young miss, Who in the name of Krallesh made a devil such as that? I didn't, I'm probably the only dwarf that could. I'd guess Scazzven, and Roric here put an axe in your head to be safe, but the conqueror hates elves, so your probably not one of his. So little miss got a story for me?"

@Mr Rage

Library of Secrets (Coalition of the Shore Folk)

"Pardon me miss." Spoke a soft high pitched voice. It was a Yelb, holding out a book and two rolled up maps. The creature was scarcely 4 foot, the Yelb are often described as turtles who lost their shells and grew longer arms and legs. They were also renowned half-wits and skilled merchants.

"A man in a funny cloak bought these from me. Told me to bring them to a brown hair girl with a book. Last person I tried giving this to was angry said he was a boy. I don't think your a boy, so these are probably for you. I'm supposed to wait till you start reading then run away mysteriously. I don't know how to do that quietly though." he waited patiently. The book seemed to be a spell book, with a blazing eye on the cover. There appeared to be loose piece of parchment sticking out of the cover.

@DarkwolfX37

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I'll try to get two more people either today or tomorrow.

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Frendler (Kingdom Of the Sun)

In the small village of Frendler men and women milled around, putting on brave faces for the children, as they tried to make themselves busy. The day before a knight of radiance had visited them, he warned them that raiders from Broken Spine were seen days away from the north most fields. This host was large but far away from the hordes of Scazzven and therefore beyond the armies concern. The knights orders were simple yet firm. "Do not leave the village! Move what remains of your flock to the settlement, do not enter your fields, all men are required under penalty of the law to remain. I will return hopefully with my lords house guard, do not flee, you will draw the raiders eye! And above all stay brave children of the sun!" And with that he road off hopefully with the call for reinforcements.

The men tried to make themselves busy, and nothing was told to the children, who as always played their simple games, and song songs older then their parents. They sang with joy knowing not the meaning or fear that shadows their simple melody.

"Put a coin in the taxman hand
Do your task, protect your fellow man
Walk the path, right your wrong
Or they come
Confessor calls, as Red Sun fall
three twelvemonths, only ninety nine ride
To Ebonwood, liars
Ebonwood, thieves
Ebonwood, murders, monsters
and me"

The old men of the village listened on in bittersweet reflection. Only they survived and clutched on to a different age. An age were banditry was suicide, not the only way to feed ones family. They also remembered when such a sinister song was nothing more than a child's amusement to them. And so they listened, lamenting the long departed innocence of their youth.

Into the village hobbled one of these old men. A simple fisherman, who's only remaining wealth in the world was the love of his family. He wailed with tears in his eyes, "They took her! They took her! Buy the Sun's radiance they took my granddaughter!" He was ignored. The children were scared by his ravings. The old were burdened by their friends agony, yet they to were long past noble deeds and calls to arm. One of the men finnaly worked up the courage, "Bandits, or the Scazzven?" The fisherman wept, "Bandits! They came after us! They thought we killed their kin! I swear we touched no one. They didn't care, they grabbed Lucile and wrecked our home. Please i'm not strong enough, will no one help me save her?" The man who approached him was both the bravest and most cruel among them, for he had the courage to kill the old man's hope. "You know we can't. We are bound by a Knight of radiance, we have to wait for his return. Its for the good of the village." He left the fisherman there knowing nothing he could say would sooth the old man.

And then, the fisherman remembered a song he had learned as a boy. He learned it from a member of The Order of Merciful Knights. His father had told him only the dammed, righteous, and dead entered Ebonwood. As he set of in search of the cursed wood he wondered which one he was.
@Turbowraith

Dragons Cradle

The dwarf huffed. "You came a hell of a long way for a birthday party lass. As for work that ain't my choice. Come! Your get to meet the obsidian smith. I'm sure he has a few questions for 'Zeke'." He set off fully expecting the two of them to follow. His allies kept their crossbows trained on the two of them.
@Mr Rage

The Grave Keepers

Benjamin waited for the two of them to catch up. Once they left the office he set off talking as he lead them through the streets. "We have to hurry, were we're going it's much harder to get in the dark." he said simply leading them out of the slums and into a simple middle class neighbourhood. He stopped abruptly at a house at the end of the street. "You are standing outside the most frequently haunted house in all of Ashtyn. To my knowledge it has been visited by no less then 46 ghosts throughout the years."

The house in question was really quite unassuming. It was a simple two story building, that despite the appearance of being uninhabited was in well shape. It's paint was peeling in many places and the yard was overgrown, yet the windows weren't boarded up and all the glass was in the frame. "If you two are going to become Grave Keepers, I need to know if you have the talents for the trade. Most folk can sense a ghost, but only the gifted can truly feel them, hear them, and guide them. I need to see how well you two can do that, and if you can follow simple directions. You need to last till midnight in there, without me holding your hand. If that is too much for you leave now. Otherwise follow me inside for instruction." And with that Ben took the stone steps one at a time opening the door, and entered the most haunted house in Ashtyn.

The Grave Keepers

@WeepingLiberty Not rushing you but when can we get a post? No hurry just checking in.