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Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

"I'm glad one of you is intending to honour the deal. Now attack!" snapped the mage as he unleashed a lightning bolt at the human wizard. This time, the enemy mage, Erepar, didn't intercept the bolt. His dried out living mummy, for the lack of a better word, stepped in between the bolt and its intended target. With a loud crackle, the magic jolted and thrashed the warrior, but it endured the full brunt of it with nary a scratch.

Erepar inspected the large man with green skin, seemingly unbothered by Reverin's attempts to kill him.

"I will be happy to tell you my tale, but this is not the time nor the place for it. I would prefer to talk when I'm not being assaulted," he said, triggering a minor spell. Instantly, two copies of Erepar appeared next to him, impossible to tell apart from the real thing. Despite the situation, he seemed oddly at ease.

Reverin, baffled with how little use his spells had, let out something of a growl and recalled a devastating spell from his spellbook. Falling into a deep trance, tiny fireballs began to form on his fingertips. Unable to sustain an earlier cast illusion, his skin turned gray and scaly under the influence of stoneskin, his ears elongating to resemble those of an elf.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

@Blackmist16 Open to new characters, but I suggest you post a character sheet when it's fully done.

@potatochipgolem Reverin is written to be a character the players will know well, if they should ever decide to say, fight him. But he is just an NPC.

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@SigilIt'd be nice.

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@SigilFun fact: Casting high level spells takes a lot of concentration. Mages tend to not be as aware of their surroundings as they would be otherwise.

I like how since Sigil started posting, we switched to using the Present when talking about the events. Makes my posts look very odd by comparisons, as they tell the tale as if it happened in the past.

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@SigilWhatever the choice will be, I'll adapt, so don't feel like you have to choose 'the party' for any reason. There are plenty of ways to have you and Ras reunite even if you two fought each other in this fight =).

The most fun RPs happen when the players break the GM's plans.

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The wizard was never overly clear on what he was going to pay, but he's well established.

I've made a post with outlines. I'm looking forward to all the ways you guys will be able to screw up the carefully laid plans I have =).

Take a look at the modifiers. You can employ them yourself, and I will account for them when making certain rolls that affect NPCs and/or your characters. The major user(or non user) of the modifiers will be you yourself.

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"Orc, half orc, I couldn't care less about your heritage," the mage replied to the half orc, his gaze focused on the new arrival. "Your combat skills and handsomely rewarded loyalty are all I, and you, should care about."

After a short trip the group arrived at the abandoned chapel on the edge of the forest. Reverin was no longer the laid back mage, clearly on edge as he scanned the environment.

The sun was setting at the horizon, covering the evening sky with a warm red glow and leaving the land in a dark violet shroud. A warm summer wind blew through the fields and forests, slightly rustling the leaves in the forest next to the group, shifting to a howl when it passed through the chapel.

The building itself gave off no signs of life or magical activity, so Reverin had to keep himself from jumping in surprise when a sound came from the chapel. The old wooden door creaked with an ear piercing screech and after fully swinging open, fell off its hinges with a muffled *dof*.

A tall figure emerged from the dark doorframe. A human, larger than most, straightened as he walked out. Old age had taken its toll on this man, but his eyes still carried the sparkle of energy. Wizard robes were the only visible apparel on the human, torn in places, burned in others. His unnaturally white beard and eyebrows could be clearly seen against the backdrop of the dark building as he examined the party, coming to a rest on the two hirelings.

"So, is this what the elf brought with him this time. Tell me, warriors, are you willing to be the next in a long line of mercenaries who throw their life away to the whims of this mage? Would you throw your life away for a magical blade?" he spoke to them with genuine disappointment, but didn't seem to cast any spell as he was talking.

Reverin involuntarily twitched at the mention of the blade, and hoped nobody saw that in the deepening darkness. He quickly regained his composure and growled at his two helpers:

"Well, what are you waiting for! Attack the old man, but beware! He is more powerful than he looks!" He began the incantation of a minor spell as he waited for his minions to attack.

The human kept his gaze on the two warriors as he gestured to nobody in particular. A second figure emerged from the chapel: an old, withered human body, somehow still alive and moving on its own will, as it was no zombie or undead! The figure was completely naked, save for a massive two handed blade firmly clasped in its dry hands. In the evening darkness, an inscription was clearly visible on the hilt, but too fine a print to read from afar. The figure didn't attack, but took a position next to the wizard, as if anticipating an attack on its master.

"I do not wish to hurt you, warriors. I do not have the gold to pay you right now, but we could avoid severe injuries by not fighting here. Please, don't make this mistake. You have no idea what's at stake!" the old man pleaded. "If anything, you could be helping me in stopping this pointless assault."

Reverin had finished his minor spell, and six magic missiles sped forward from his fingertips towards the human mage. Inexplicably, they seemed to be absorbed by the wizard's robes, though the wearer did wince. Annoyed by the lack of action, but choosing to keep his mouth shut, the wizard started casting again.

[Modifiers]

[Ras: Half Orc Darkvision, 60 ft(daytime viewing for you, no penalties or bonuses)]
[Keystone: moderate penalty to vision due to impending darkness, bonuses from direct contact with fertile ground anywhere]

[Warm Summer Wind: Air elementals are easier to summon and control]

Radical Feminism, Misandry & the Rise of MGTOW

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Feminism is still incredibly illogical at times and uses science as only a way to prove their viewpoints. They're no different than any other extreme group, anyone who doesn't agree with you is your enemy and must be converted or silenced.

@The Patriarch

So, your solution to this extreme is to massacre all women instead by calling upon the Spanish Inquisition? That's fighting fire with fire.

Why 'feminism' poisons EVERYTHING

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I'm not, I'm a victim of abuse from mothers. Feminism makes society feel like I don't exist because women are angels and only victims. I have a lot of hate inside me and I've stopped caring who I hurt as long as I destroy those who fucked me over. I'm a crusader and would gladly see the Spanish Inquisition brought back to punish these bitches. Hate and destruction is the only way society will stop throwing me under the bus and calling me a liar.

@The Patriarch

You do know the Spanish Inquisition would murder you first for heresy?

And while we're at it, as a guy, stop trying to speak for me, k? #notmyshield

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Reverin spun around on his feet, but somehow continued moving towards the now faintly visible stone chapel at the edge of the forest. He pondered his choices before responding to the orc:

"Perhaps I simply require your services because I do not wish to waste time casting summoning spells. Perhaps I am bored of using my own servants and would like to enjoy the sight of others fighting for me. Or maybe it costs me less gold to hire a few slabs of muscle than it does to summon powerful allies. What is it to you, orc? You get paid, and you fight. Isn't that what your...people do?"

There was clear disgust in the mage's voice when he referred to the green man's kin. Reverin continued to glide along the grass, courtesy of his minor flight enchantment provided, amongst other things by the faintly glowing silvery ring on his finger.

"I wouldn't concern yourself with my grand plan for this encounter; your job is simple: fight. The tactical side of things has been taken care of, I assure you."

The energy emanating from Reverin wasn't particularly hostile towards the half orc, but one so inclined or magically enhanced could clearly sense undertones of selfishness and perhaps even evil lining every word the mage uttered.

The oddly heavy sound of footsteps on grass caught Reverin's attention before he even finished speaking, and now his attention was squarely focused on the newcomer. The wizard couldn't sense the motives of the human, but the lack of magical aura around him washed away any sense of danger the mage had.

"As I said, the tactics have been taken care by me," reiterated Reverin to the orc, nodding towards the human.

"It's good that the lady referred you back to me," he spoke to the human, drawing on his best manners to force a polite smile. "Slipping away won't be an issue, I shall only require your services for the next few hours or so. You come with me, you fight and kill, and you get paid well. That would be a good deal for any paid mercenary, and it looks like it would be especially useful to you! Come along now, I will explain on the way."

As they neared their destination, an old grey chapel seemingly long abandoned and in ruins, Reverin briefly explained the requirements:
"All you two have to do is ward off any enemies that try to attack me, and take any opportunity to attack that pesky enemy mage Erepar. Don't touch anything on his person, lest you want to be cursed. When he is dead, you will get your payment and be on your merry way."