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Rigela
 
PostPosted: Thu, Jul 03 2014, 2:37 AM 

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Coin can buy you much. Food, weapons and even a person for those who know where to look.

Tales around the isle of Amia began to spread through the taverns, and soon the streets of the cities and towns. Mercenaries seemed to appear around in huddles and droves each telling a rather similar story (and for whatever reason none found in the vicinity of Kohlingen!) Something foul had befallen the camp of rag tag mercenaries. Stories seemed to vary wildly from person to person, and from location to location even. Some told of a strong Thayvian stand against the Tyranny of Kohlingen trying to force them out, before they had to flee no matter how many were slain in defiance, while others spoke of a city marching in after a brazen attempt to bully the holy city with half a dozen men.

In Kohlingen itself, the mood seemed much more sombre... and full of fiery defiance. A common sight around the city would be effigies of Thay being burnt or torn, or stuck on the end of a spike about the city - or even just trodden into the mud to symbolise their disgust. Many had fallen in repelling the fiends, as the holy city saw them and many a family would never see their loved ones again. More had been crippled or left with savage war scars, but they bore them proudly and would tell those that listened of when they made the 'Thayan filth bleed'

Coin can buy you much, but everything has its price.
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For any who found their curiosity enticed and made their way to the mercenary camp outside the holy city, they would find the place not as it always was. Instead of the usual mercenaries involved in dubious activity, men of the holy cities army had taken up station around the place and seemed fully intent on settling in. The merchants of old, finally showed up (without their more illicit goods) and the lizardmen of the red tribe remained as ever where they were. The cavern leading towards Kohlingen had been collapsed entirely and offered no passage to any that wished to make use of it.

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BornToKill
 
PostPosted: Thu, Jul 03 2014, 12:31 PM 

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Raz'zak wakes up one day to find his time on Amia was just a bad dream. He speaks at length about it with a Selunite priest in his Thayan hometown.

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Nivo
 
PostPosted: Thu, Jul 03 2014, 16:43 PM 

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With the dawn the day following the attack upon the city of Kohlingen, a single black strip of cloth was laid over each of the two banners that hung from the estate facing the west gate of the Tritemple district. Both the blue and silver banner of the Silver Dragon of Kohlingen and the gold and blue banner of the Valis family were partially covered by the blackened strips of cloth, the banners fluttering gently in the summer breeze.

As the city mourned, so did the family of the grey-haired wizard who had been present and in command of Kohlingen's forces the previous day. Candles were lit at the Shrine of the Lady of Mysteries by the Mystran family, in memory of those lost.

Ulrik himself is seen the following day returning to his duties after a visit to the Temple of the Triad. Yet war against Amn looms for the city and the isle, and the newest cabal of Thayans to find their way to Amia had already caused enough damage. While the city mourned and demonstrated their righteous anger against the maliciousness of Thay, the retired Magister and Chancellor of the city quietly returned to his duties at Dragonstone keep and the war council of the Treaty of Light, though he would be seen walking the streets of the city with a slight limp.

War loomed, and the years of preparation for it were seemingly not enough in the light of the most recent events...

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Grymia
 
PostPosted: Thu, Jul 03 2014, 18:42 PM 

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Tuomas had spent time mourning with some of the Silver Dragons in the tavern a while after the incident in question, but he had also been attending his duties in writing a report. He was, nonetheless thoughtful and concerned.


 
      
Mr. Hackums
 
PostPosted: Fri, Jul 04 2014, 18:58 PM 

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In the depths of the dark cavern, a number of faces were illuminated by candles. Insignias, runic circles traced over the wet stone floor. It was damp, quiet. The priest ushered the lamb forward, tethered by a simple rope and lead by a feral halfling.

He had no time to waste.

With a sharp slice into the lamb's throat-- the arrangement was complete. Bright red blood poured out and over the summoning circles, encountering the numerous diamonds. Fitting, perhaps, that their purity washed over by the thick, viscous lifeblood of the once bleating lamb. His finger followed the infernal script with the sacrifice made, and he read aloud. His voice, his language was grotesque and an affront to the ears. The guttoral, sharp syllables sounded with a careful precision-- He could not afford a mistake.

With the utterance of the final command, the lights of the candles each angled sharply inward. Blood had already begun to soak the white coat of the lamb, and neither did the priest consider moving it.


"Graahl torick'ngaz skekht miir-en Zil..."

The lamb's blood began to boil atop the stone, and the candles began steadily melting, weeping wax onto the painted runes beneath. Darkened energy clustered in a vortex surrounding the designated summoning circle. Through infernal fire, a man-- nude as the day he was born-- stood slowly from the stone. Steam carried from his shoulders as a layer of moisture had filmed over his bare skin and evaporated from the heat.

Money could only buy so much. But
diamonds could buy life itself.

The priest lowered himself before the presence. His own voice was hoarse from the infernal incantations, and he preserved his strength for what was, as he knew it to be, only the beginning. Three more bodies had to be renewed. Still, the man's station deserved respect, and he would not refuse his greeting- His return..


"... Welcome back, Uzaccoh.."






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