Fire, Murder, V'tull, on my!

[bluecenterlight]

Tonight the ground began to shake.

Tonight clouds came and fire rained from the sky.

Tonight a brawl broke out in the tavern, a scream, the constable yelled murder.

Tonight an old woman ran by saying Thurfel has returned.

And then....

A Brother with a blood-red tear drop tattoo showed up in Town Center. Ordim gave him quill and paper, and he wrote that he needed to find his Brothers of the Order. He wrote that the leader of the V'tull sect would return in two days time, that we would know him as he'll be marked with a similar tattoo.

Tonight, the constable arrested the tongue-less man. And a peace returned to the city of ice... For now.


- Whill

[SHAFT]

Sweet! Love random shit like that.

[Astray]

On your what?

[Khariz]

A pair of young halfling toughs walks by. One of them says, "Awful bloody brawl at the Penguin earlier. Hear they just got it cleaned up." Noticing Civinch, he starts pointing and whispering to his friend, who drags him bodily away with a look of sheer horror.

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim says, "He should be around here, lets find him."

Civinch blinks.

Civinch shakes his head.
Civinch shakes his head.

Ordim blinks.
Eruheran glances west.
Drakren just tried to pull a gold-tipped vaalorn short sword.
Jennora shrugs.

Svardin nods at Civinch.

Civinch shakes his head vigorously.

You belch lustily, reeking of garlic and ale.
Ordim raises an eyebrow.

Daefea removes a fiercely sharp fel hafted vultite waraxe from in her dark leather jacket.

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim asks, "Want to go someplace quiet ?"

Ordim glances east.

Svardin glances at Ordim.

Ordim offers Civinch a piece of white stationery.

Civinch accepts Ordim's white stationery.

Civinch strikes something from his white stationery with his blue feather quill.

Svardin asks, "Dis has anythin ta do wit da Rooks?"

Svardin asks, "Or da Blameless?"

Civinch focuses all of his attention on his stationery, writing carefully with his quill. Satisfied, he considers what he's written.

You give your eyebrow a little workout.

Ordim accepts Civinch's white stationery.

Ordim nods slowly at Civinch.

Ordim offers Civinch a piece of white stationery.

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim asks, "And where is that ?"

Civinch accepts Ordim's white stationery.

Civinch strikes something from his white stationery with his blue feather quill.

Svardin whispers to the group, "Oh I see. Private quest info."

Olgretien picks idly at a jet black mithril claidhmore.

You smirk.

Speaking to Civinch, Svardin asks, "Who attacked you?"

Civinch focuses all of his attention on his stationery, writing carefully with his quill. Satisfied, he considers what he's written.

Civinch offers Ordim a piece of white stationery.

Ordim says, "Bleeding brothers beg bread before bothering."

You whisper, "What, Reim related?" to your group.

Ordim twitches, trying to control a vocal outburst, before settling into a disdained grumble while regaining composure.

Ordim accepts Civinch's white stationery.

Ordim nods slowly at Civinch.

Svardin asks, "Or is it a big secret?"

Ordim says, "I saw it."

Ordim gazes up into the heavens.

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim says, "But..."

Svardin asks, "Not bein shared?"

Ordim frets.

Ordim offers Civinch a piece of white stationery.

Svardin chuckles.

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim says, "How do you get up..."

Ordim points up.

Civinch accepts Ordim's white stationery.

Svardin says, "I would figure dat."

Svardin says, "Is about 9 factions wit designs on Icemule."

Civinch opens his mouth and reveals the jagged stump of a tongue.

Svardin asks, "So, which one?"

Svardin chuckles.

Svardin asks, "Ice giants?"

Svardin asks, "Fire cultists?"

Ordim ponders.

Svardin says, "Rooks."

Svardin asks, "Imperials?"

Svardin says, "Pirates."

Svardin says, "Trolls."

Khristal quietly asks, "Koar Worshipers?"

Svardin says, "Is very very many."

Svardin chuckles.

Ordim looks over at Khristal and shakes his head.

Ordim says, "Not they dont wear red."

Eruheran glances at Khristal.

Ordim's fingertips trail over the edge of his tanik mask, right where his lips should be.

Chamorr heartily says, "Cruise ship directors."

Khristal quietly says, "Thats what they want you to think."

You chuckle.

Chamorr glances up.

Svardin says, "By da nature of da attack, prolly da rooks or da ones was wit Kubilew afore."

Ordim nods.

Ordim says, "This is not one of them."

Civinch focuses all of his attention on his stationery, writing carefully with his quill. Satisfied, he considers what he's written.

Civinch offers Ordim a piece of white stationery.

Ordim accepts Civinch's white stationery.

Ordim ponders.

Khristal quietly says, "Yeah the white armor sorta gives them away."

Svardin says, "Be nice if ya would share what is bein shared."

Svardin chuckles.

Civinch gazes up into the heavens.

Ordim asks, "I dont know... The sacred Fury ?"

Ordim frowns.

Ordim gazes up into the heavens.

Ordim offers Civinch a piece of white stationery.

Svardin says, "Is a general of da Northern Fury here."

Svardin glances at Olgretien.

Civinch accepts Ordim's white stationery.

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim asks, "Where does it come from ?"

Civinch strikes something from his white stationery with his blue feather quill.

Civinch acts puzzled.
Looking exhausted and pale, Ordim loosens his tanik mask's twisted white cording. The mask slips off, revealing his face.


Khristal quietly asks, "I saw that blood drop before... what is that?"

Speaking deeply to Civinch, Olgretien asks, "Which Fury are ye talkin bout?"

Speaking to Enestrie, Ordim exclaims, "The Sacred fury!"

Ordim nervously giggles.

Ordim raises an eyebrow.

Svardin says, "And a good number of da Army of da West."

Svardin chuckles.

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim asks, "Is there someplace we can help you get to ?"

Ordim looks thoughtfully at Civinch.

Svardin asks, "Who are da brothers?"

Svardin rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Civinch focuses all of his attention on his stationery, writing carefully with his quill. Satisfied, he considers what he's written.

Civinch offers Ordim a piece of white stationery.

Ordim accepts Civinch's white stationery.

Speaking to himself, Ordim says, "The brothers of the Sacred Fury."

Svardin says, "Da tattoo is familiar."

Ordim gazes thoughtfully at his white stationery.

Svardin rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Svardin asks, "Brother of Eorginia?"

Svardin rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim says, "I've never heard of them..."

Speaking deeply to Ordim, Olgretien asks, "Wuts it say?"

Ordim frets.

Khristal quietly says, "Doesn't seem to be an inquisition."

Speaking to Olgretien, Ordim says, "It say's he's a brother of the Sacred Fury."

Ordim ponders.

Ordim offers Civinch a piece of white stationery.

Khristal quietly asks, "Who dat?"

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim asks, "Do you need something for those wounds ?"

Olgretien deeply asks, "Dey take vows of silence?"

Civinch accepts Ordim's white stationery.

Speaking to Civinch, Svardin says, "If ya needs an escort, we'd be happy ta. If ya need sanctuary, I know a place near here no one will be able ta find ya."

Speaking to Olgretien, Ordim says, "He uh... bit his tongue."

Ordim frowns.

Civinch frowns.

Civinch strikes something from his white stationery with his blue feather quill.

You say, "Sacred Fury....."

Ordim ponders.

Civinch frowns.

You say, "Heard there was goings on out in the nations. Something about a V'Tullian weapon... ya reckon..."

Ordim grins wickedly.

Speaking to Civinch, Svardin asks, "Is ya from da empire?"

Steadying himself with a deep breath, Ordim positions his tanik mask to fully cover over his face and ties its twisted white cording behind his head.

Civinch focuses all of his attention on his stationery, writing carefully with his quill. Satisfied, he considers what he's written.

Civinch offers Ordim a piece of white stationery.

Khristal quietly says, "There should be good goings on in the Landing later."

Ordim accepts Civinch's white stationery.

Ordim says, "Ohhhh."

Ordim nods slowly.

Civinch frowns at Svardin.

Civinch looks up.

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim asks, "Do you know where it came from ? is there something we can do or should we be doing ?"

Ordim frets.

Speaking to Civinch, Svardin says, "Not from da empire."

Ordim says, "He is a monk of V'tull."

You grin.

Svardin rubs his chin thoughtfully.

You say, "I thought as much."

Ordim says, "They are just as concerned about the fire as everyone else is."

Ordim gazes up into the heavens.

Ordim offers Civinch a piece of white stationery.

Civinch accepts Ordim's white stationery.

Civinch strikes something from his white stationery with his blue feather quill.

Ordim gazes up into the sky.

J>look civin

You see Brother Civinch.
He appears to be a Human.
He is average height and appears to be very young. He has bright amber eyes and pale skin. He has cropped, amber hair swept back from the temples. He has a long face, a long nose and heavy jowls.
He has a blood red teardrop tattoo on his neck.
He has some minor cuts and bruises on his right hand, a bruised left eye, and minor bruises about the head.
He has old battle scars on his right hand.
He is holding a piece of white stationery in his right hand and a slender blue feather quill in his left hand.
He is wearing a pale scarlet cambric robe, a small leather pouch, and some hide-wrapped sandals.

Civinch frowns.

(OOC) Svardin's player whispers to the group, "Tryin ta recall any V'tullians involved in stuff round here."

Ordim ponders.

Olgretien ponders.

Svardin works his fingers under his heavy rolaren warhelm and scratches his head.

Ordim says, "V'tull... thats."

Ordim ponders.

Ordim says, "Thats not a Dachre."

Ordim shakes his head.

You raise an eyebrow in Svardin's direction.

Ordim asks, "Is it an Arkati ?"

Ordim raises an eyebrow.

Khristal quietly asks, "Thats a berserker aint it?"

(OOC) You whisper, "Involved meaning...." to your group.

Svardin nods.

Ordim shrugs.


Svardin says, "Lornon's champion."

Civinch nods at Khristal.

You say, "That he is."

Ordim exclaims, "Licorice!"

Ordim beams!

You grunt.

Ordim removes a red and white striped candy tin with a flip lid from in his sable longcloak.

Ordim just opened a red and white striped candy tin with a flip lid.

You slowly run your fingertips along the edges of the shadowy crystal pendant, and the shadows within it coalesce to form a symbol of a jagged scimitar.

Ordim removes a sugar-dusted cinnamon twist from in his striped candy tin.

Ordim just closed a red and white striped candy tin with a flip lid.

Ordim put a red and white striped candy tin with a flip lid in his sable longcloak.

Ordim ponders.

(OOC) Svardin's player whispers to the group, "Toylsum used to regularly challenge V'tull to a duel since he thought he was the only one worthy of his prowess."

Svardin chuckles.

Ordim furrows his brow.

You grin.

Ordim says, "Cold, floating cities, Thurfels and a V'tull monk... Icemule is the oddest."

Ordim shakes his head.

Khristal nods.

Ordim ponders.

Svardin asks, "Thurfel?"

Svardin asks, "Da council of Nine?"

Civinch focuses all of his attention on his stationery, writing carefully with his quill. Satisfied, he considers what he's written.

Ordim exclaims, "Someone ran through yelling out a Thurfel and he didnt even teach me any magic!"

Ordim frowns.

Civinch offers Ordim a piece of white stationery.

Khristal quietly says, "And there are tons of perfectly fine buildings but everyone sits outside in the snow."

Ordim frowns at Civinch.

Khristal takes an embossed spiked vultite greathelm off her head.

Khristal put an embossed spiked vultite greathelm in her black leather mantle.

Khristal removes some red fox earmuffs from in her black leather mantle.

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim asks, "But As long as it stays up there and not down here should we be worried ?"

Khristal puts some red fox earmuffs on her head.

Svardin says, "The mighty midget."

Ordim ponders.

Svardin chuckles.

Ordim offers Civinch a piece of white stationery.

Civinch opens his mouth and wiggles his stump of a tongue.

Civinch accepts Ordim's white stationery.

Ordim takes a bite of his cinnamon twist.

Svardin says, "We should go set him afire."

Svardin chuckles.

Ordim shakes his head.

Civinch strikes something from his white stationery with his blue feather quill.

Ordim says, "He's afraid of the fire too."
.
Ordim ponders.

Ordim says, "We need a religous person."

Ordim frowns.

Svardin says, "Thurfel is a fire mage."

Ordim's jaw drops.

Khristal quietly asks, "His type of religious person?"

You ask, "What... a cleric of V'Tull?"

Svardin says, "Disappeared in mysterious circumstance long ago."

Olgretien begins chuckling at Svardin!

Speaking heartily to Ordim, Chamorr says, "I drink religiously, that count."

Ordim says, "Maybe we should look into this then."

Svardin says, "Olgretien was der."

Ordim furrows his brow.

Darjow says, "I pray to the gods all the time."

Ordim gazes up into the heavens.

Svardin says, "Rufus was too."

Svardin chuckles.

Ordim says, "Somethings set the sky on of fire."

Ordim furrows his brow.

Civinch focuses all of his attention on his stationery, writing carefully with his quill. Satisfied, he considers what he's written.

Civinch offers Ordim a piece of white stationery.

Khristal glances up.

Ordim exclaims, "And got this Monk all upset that he ate his own tongue!"

Svardin asks, "Thaw?"

Ordim accepts Civinch's white stationery.

Khristal quietly asks, "Friendship one?"

Svardin glances at Civinch.

Ordim looks thoughtfully at Civinch.

You say, "I worship the champion daily, spillin bloodin his name.. but I aint no cleric."

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim asks, "What does he look like and ... I take it he wont be happy ?"

Svardin asks, "Da fire cultists are now aligned wit Thurfel?"

Ordim offers Civinch a piece of white stationery.

Civinch accepts Ordim's white stationery.

Ordim says, "We'll be having more V'tull monks to entertain."

Svardin says, "Thurfel is very short."

Ordim ponders.

You let out a cheer!

Svardin says, "The only one shorter was Sproink."

Svardin chuckles.

Ordim says, "Maddening monks make many men murder mysteriously mashing more murky means."

Ordim twitches, trying to control a vocal outburst, before settling into a disdained grumble while regaining composure.

Ordim coughs.

Ordim's fingertips trail over the edge of his tanik mask, right where his lips should be.

You say, "I, for one, welcome them."

Civinch strikes something from his white stationery with his blue feather quill.

Svardin says, "He was obsessed wit power ta make up fer his short-comings."

Svardin giggles.

Ordim gazes up into the heavens.

Speaking deeply to Ordim, Olgretien asks, "He aint wrote down wut it is he wants? Or needs?"

Khristal quietly says, "Just keep em up here, have enough troubles south."

Speaking to Olgretien, Ordim says, "He doesnt like the sky full of fire and says his leader is coming."

Ordim nods slowly.

Ordim takes a bite of his cinnamon twist.

Civinch focuses all of his attention on his stationery, writing carefully with his quill. Satisfied, he considers what he's written.

Olgretien deeply asks, "Maybe he got into the mead?"

Civinch offers Ordim a piece of white stationery.

Ordim accepts Civinch's white stationery.

Ordim says, "In two nights time."

Ordim nods slowly.

You heave your kelyn hoolurge into the air and give a triumphant shout!

(OOC) Svardin's player whispers to the group, "Thurfel is a very powerful mage. It might connect to the fire cultists who were trying to free Thaw from the earth. Thaw is a giant fire demon."

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim asks, "And how will we know him ... or her ?"

Ordim offers Civinch a piece of white stationery.

Civinch accepts Ordim's white stationery.

You say, "This is good."

Ordim takes a bite of his cinnamon twist.

Ordim compulsively brushes his hands all over his body, sending a sprinkling of crumbs into the air.

Civinch strikes something from his white stationery with his blue feather quill.

Civinch rubs his teardrop tattoo.

Ordim nods understandingly at Civinch.

Svardin says, "By his tattoo."

Ordim says, "The teardrop."

Svardin nods.

Smurch asks, "What now?"

Smurch says, "What happens next..."

Svardin says, "Prolly wait."

Svardin chuckles.

Khristal nods.

Regwen ponders.

Civinch focuses all of his attention on his stationery, writing carefully with his quill. Satisfied, he considers what he's written.

Civinch offers Ordim a piece of white stationery.

Speaking to Civinch, Svardin asks, "Ya need a sanctuary until he comes?"

Ordim accepts Civinch's white stationery.

Ordim nods slowly.

You turn to Svardin and cheer!

Olgretien deeply says, "Could stay in de Fortress."

Civinch frowns.

Ordim says, "He'll be here in two nights, to speak more on the matter, so I guess he wont be coming swining."

Ordim ponders.

(OOC) Svardin's player whispers to the group, "Da reiver camp."

Svardin chuckles.

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim asks, "And what about you then, what can we do for you and your wounds right now ?"

Ordim raises an eyebrow in Civinch's direction.

Ordim offers Civinch a piece of white stationery.

(OOC) Svardin's player whispers to the group, "Ponthas still owes us."

Civinch shakes his head.

Civinch accepts Ordim's white stationery.

Civinch strikes something from his white stationery with his blue feather quill.

Ordim ponders.

Svardin put a sturdy leather-handled axe in his chain link axe bandolier.

Svardin put a kelyn-edged glaes broad axe in his chain link axe bandolier.

Svardin removes some aloeas stem from in a colorful silver-bound barrel emblazoned with a row of tiny grey penguins.

Civinch focuses all of his attention on his stationery, writing carefully with his quill. Satisfied, he considers what he's written.

Civinch offers Ordim a piece of white stationery.

Ordim says, "V'tull in the north, Chaston and Koar in the south."

Ordim furrows his brow.

Svardin offers Civinch some aloeas stem.

Ordim accepts Civinch's white stationery.

Civinch declines Svardin's offer.

Svardin nods.

Ordim looks thoughtfully at Civinch.


Svardin bundles his aloeas stem with the aloeas stem in the barrel.

Khristal quietly says, "Koar has nothing to do with it."

Speaking to Civinch, Thanalath asks, "Healing, sir?"

Ordim shrugs at Civinch.

Civinch frowns.

You say, "And V'Tull aint our enemy."

Svardin says, "Sounds like a conflict in da makin ta me."

Speaking to Civinch, Ordim asks, "Were you in a fight in the bar ?"

Ordim raises an eyebrow.

Ordim offers Civinch a piece of white stationery.

Civinch accepts Ordim's white stationery.

Civinch just stares.

Svardin says, "A revival of da war for da sword."

Svardin chuckles.

Ordim blinks.

Ordim glances to his left.

Ordim glances to his right.

Ordim ponders.

Civinch offers Ordim a piece of white stationery.

Ordim accepts Civinch's white stationery.

Olgretien deeply says, "Mebee V'Tull is guuna start up wit de Blameless."

Ordim nods slowly.

Civinch glances at Ordim.

Olgretien deeply says, "Dey are after all his people."

Ordim taps a piece of white stationery, which is in his right hand.

You say, "Ooooooh I hope so."

Civinch looks around before running off.

Svardin whispers to the group, "Could peek round Thurfel's Island I suppose and see if anything is different."

Ordim's jaw drops.

Ordim exclaims, "He stole my quill!"

Ordim flails his arms about.

Ordim frowns.

Ordim grumbles.

Svardin chuckles.

Khristal quietly says, "Lornonites..."

Ordim says, "Well Thats another reason I dont believe in the arktai."

Ordim frowns.

Ordim furrows his brow.

Svardin says, "He mighta needs ta post a letter."

Olgretien deeply says, "Or de Blameless is of Lornon all along and he is ere to help em."

You glance at Khristal.

Ordim nods at Svardin.

Ordim gazes thoughtfully at his white stationery.

Svardin says, "Very curious V'tullians is up here."

Ordim says, "I guess V'tull likes pain."

You exclaim, "He aint. I can feel it. This is good news!"

Svardin chuckles.

Ordim taps a piece of white stationery, which is in his right hand.

You slowly run your fingertips along the edges of the shadowy crystal pendant, and the shadows within it coalesce to form a symbol of a jagged scimitar.

You take a deep breath, and look around with renewed vigor. It is good to be alive, and an adventurer in this land.

Svardin says, "And somehow involved wit da Council of Nine."

Svardin rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Ordim put a piece of white stationery in his sable longcloak.

Ordim ponders.

Ordim says, "Two nights time..."

Ordim furrows his brow.

Svardin says, "Da Ice Giants and da trolls won't like it."

Khristal reaches out and touches her amber and jade symbol.

You heave your kelyn hoolurge into the air and give a triumphant shout!

Svardin says, "A bit."

Ordim says, "You best be telling your mayor or whatever you have up here."

Ordim nods.

Svardin says, "Nihala."

Svardin says, "Or da council."

You say, "This has me feelin like celebratin'."

Svardin says, "Could tell da bondsman. He spreads gossip ta everyone."

Svardin chuckles.

Khristal grins.

Olgretien deeply asks, "SO in two night Thurfel is guuna ride in from the sky on some fire and wrestle V'Tull?"

Olgretien deeply asks, "Or no?"

Svardin says, "Gonna look round Thurfel's keep."

Ordim turns to Olgretien and cheers!

Khristal quietly says, "I will pay to watch that."

Ordim says, "I hope Thurfel teaches me a spell."

Ordim nods.

[Androidpk]

If Khariz posts a log but doesn't go berserk in it can it still be called a log?

[Khariz]

If Khariz posts a log but doesn't go berserk in it can it still be called a log?

In this case, yes, but only because that isn't my log. That's a log produced by my buddy Ulkov.

[Methais]

Tonight the ground began to shake.

Tonight clouds came and fire rained from the sky.

Tonight a brawl broke out in the tavern, a scream, the constable yelled murder.

Tonight an old woman ran by saying Thurfel has returned.

And then....

A Brother with a blood-red tear drop tattoo showed up in Town Center. Ordim gave him quill and paper, and he wrote that he needed to find his Brothers of the Order. He wrote that the leader of the V'tull sect would return in two days time, that we would know him as he'll be marked with a similar tattoo.

Tonight, the constable arrested the tongue-less man. And a peace returned to the city of ice... For now.


- Whill

That's pretty cool that OG Bobby Johnson came to Icemule.