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2006-11-29, 04:51 PM
An imposing polished marble building sits next to the Town Hall. In front is a gold statue of Thor, wielding an extended warhammer. Inside are stained glass windows of dwarven lore, and a golden altar with diamonds and rubies and emeralds and sapphires set in. There are stone ale fountains on the sides of the wall, serving Powerale, straight from Valhalla. If you descend the stairs, you can see the High Priest's living quarters, and the Priest barracks. There is also a Sanctuary with an entrance off the street, and a weapons training facility. The temple was built to be indestructible, and it cannot be destroyed by mortal means.

High Priest Gaven stands in front of the temple, admiring it.

2006-11-29, 04:56 PM
Gaven puts up a banner: FREE ALE!

2006-11-29, 08:37 PM
((Greataxe? Not hammer? Axe?))

2006-11-29, 08:39 PM
Two dwarven medics rush in, carrying a dying Tor on a stretcher. What is ta meanin' of tis ting?!? Goblins...ar- he coughs up more blood. Aye! Get ta clerics! we have an' emergncy ta take care o'! A team of clerics rish in, casting cure critical wounds. he is healing slowly.

EST: 00:10:00

((oops... fixed))

the clerics are exhausted from the strain of healing the ghastly wounds. they do not trickle blood and the lungs have been pumped. they quickly cast Remov- Tor dies on the table, and they ressurect him. EST: 00:01:59

they cast remove curse to no effect. Now, their spells are exhausted. there is no more they can do. How? Blast... I guess I'll have to roll up my sleeves... He casts Remove disease, and the death ward spell goes to normal.
19,500 dwarves march in, wounded and bruised. A cleric closes the heavy gates and sets up the feast.

2006-11-29, 11:05 PM
The dwarven corpses arrive at the temple, repeating K'shakh's speech before his "death," word for word, in an emotionless drone as they march to the temple. They make no attack, no threat; merely march and stare blankly out, repeating K'shakh's dark tidings.

2006-11-30, 01:38 PM
Goblins hide outside the grounds, keeping watch.

2006-11-30, 06:35 PM
The elven watchtower snipers look out at the goblins and undead. they speak to the temple messenger, and draw their bows, and fire with elven precision at the goblins.

2006-11-30, 07:50 PM
The undead reach the threshold of the temple, stop marching, and their voices rise in volume until they're louder than the average human can yell, in perfect unison, uttering the speech over and over.

2006-11-30, 07:53 PM
The snipers release a hail of undead bane arrows at the undead.

2006-11-30, 08:12 PM
The re-animated dwarves fall in mass before the arrows of their former kin, making no attempt, still, to attack or defend themselves. The mindless zombies of dwarves merely rise in volume until even the decreased number of wails begin to drown out all other noise. The message is repeated, over and over, condemning the dwarven muder and assault of innocent goblins and laughing at their ideals of themselves as good when they are genocidal.

2006-11-30, 08:35 PM
A battlemage casts an Antimagic Field on the area just outside of the gates.

2006-11-30, 08:48 PM
The voices descend to the loudest level at which a mortal can shout.

2006-11-30, 08:53 PM
50 dwarven paladins march out through the sanctuary, and rush the undead.

2006-11-30, 09:18 PM
They do not fight the slaughter and are quickly slain.

2006-11-30, 09:44 PM
After they are slain, the dwarves march back in.

2006-12-01, 02:00 PM
The two goblins fired at earlier and wounded, one of them dead.

This time, a much sneakier goblin watches.

2006-12-01, 05:27 PM
The great gates once more open.

2006-12-04, 02:06 PM
The much sneakier goblin mentioned earlier sneaks in and hides inside the tample, in an obscure spot.

Lord Sidereal
2006-12-04, 04:59 PM
Cain, drawn by the chaos, flys above the ensuing battle and releases a number of chaos blasts into the Goblin horde before drawing Fugue and Requiem and smashing goblin after goblin to bits

2006-12-04, 05:16 PM
((ummm, there isn't a battle anymore.))

2006-12-05, 01:42 PM
((Plus, the goblins never attacked this temple. In fact, we haven't really done any offensive actions as of yet.))

The goblin snoops around sneakily, trying to find the records room.

2006-12-05, 11:47 PM
(I love Requiem.

Singing it in a choir of 500 is soooo awsome.
Kyr-i-e- e-la-i-son! E-le-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-i-son

2006-12-05, 11:51 PM
(I love Requiem.

Singing it in a choir of 500 is soooo awsome.
Kyr-i-e- e-la-i-son! E-le-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-i-son

((I thought Kyrie Eleison was done by Mark Schultz?))

2006-12-05, 11:58 PM
No, its definately part of Mozarts Requiem.
How do I know?
The parts of the Requiem we sang were those only written by him. Remembering he died before he completed it and his apprentices finnished it.)

2006-12-06, 12:01 AM
((Hm...Mark Schultz wrote a song (I could be wrong on that part) by that title))

2006-12-06, 12:21 AM
(It would have been an arrangement of it then. There are many, many, many, many Mozart arrangements.)

2006-12-07, 01:29 PM
The goblin infiltrator sneaks his way to the record room. Is it guarded?

Meanwhile, a pair of cloaked figures, deep halflings by the look of things, approaches in a cart laden with crates of foodstuff.

((seeing as how the war ended, both the goblin and the cart of foodstuff leave))

((after, of course, the goblin spy steals a bunch of important record.))

Vespe Ratavo
2007-01-13, 05:21 PM
Vespe walks up to the front."Hmm, free ale you say?" He says. He enters.

He walks through the great halls. "Hello? Anyone there? He wanders for a while.

He leaves the temple, after searching for 25 minutes and not finding anyone.

2007-01-13, 06:42 PM
A dwarf walks out and looks around. Huh. meh.

2007-11-03, 02:32 AM
((Since I have received no reply from Xerillium, I will assume this thread is open for my use.))

2007-11-03, 02:46 AM
The Temple of Thor has seen better days, thinks Gunther as he floats up to the worn steps of the stone structure. Years ago, when Gunther first came to Town, the Temple of Thor had been bustling with hundreds of dwarves and other creatures that deigned to worship the storm god. A golden statue of Thor stood out front and the altar was decorated with sparkling jewels. It had not been difficult to arrange for a priestess to give him his last rites; there was a virtual army of them.

But now, the Temple of Thor was a weathered building covered in vines and other creeping plant growth. The marble steps and pillars at the front of the Temple, once well-maintained and polished, were cracked and covered in dirt. The statue of Thor had disappeared; all that was left of the idol was a stone block where it once stood.

Gunther passed through the massive iron doors to find a vast and empty hall. Many of the pews were gone stolen years before to be broken up for firewood and there were no crowds of worshippers bowing before the image of Thor at the opposite end of the hall. It had resisted the wear of time; the huge stone statue still stood tall and proud, the Thunder God foisting his hammer towards the heavens.

"Hello?" he cried out, his voice echoing in the empty temple. "Is there anyone here?"

At first there was no response. Suddenly, Gunther heard a small, frightened voice speak out, and there appeared from behind a small door a short dwarven girl with raven-black hair tied into pigtails.

"Back, unclean spirit, the w-will of Thor commands you!" she shouts.

Gunther held out his hands. "Please, mistress, I mean you no harm. I'm no wraith here to feast on your soul; I have come to seek the help of the Temple in a matter that concerns us both. Is there anyone else here?"

The dwarven girl Gunther guessed she was no more than thirty or so, still a teenager in her race's lifetime wrapped her robes around her closely when she felt the sting of Gunther's aura of cold. She kept her holy symbol, a sprig of mistletoe, extended before her, not entirely trusting of him.

"There is no one else, spirit," she said. "My mistress left on an errand some time ago and has not returned."

Gretta, Gunther thought. "Priestess, tell me ... was your mistress named Gretta, by any chance? And was she a halfling?"

The young dwarf nodded, a look of worry flooding her features.

Gunther sighed. "Forgive me, priestess, I have some bad news. You better sit down; I have a story to tell."

2007-11-03, 02:49 AM
A half-hour later, Gunther finished the tale concerning the Goddess of Winter. The young dwarf was looking forlorn, especially at the news of Gretta's death.

"Forgive me," Gunther said, "if I could have prevented her death, I would have."

The dwarf clasped her head. "What am I do now? I am the last priestess, and not even an adept Gretta was my teacher! I don't even know half the rites!"

"Do you know the death rites?" he asked, and the girl shook her head.

"Well, fortunately, you have met one who knows them from firsthand experience," Gunther answered. "What would you do with Gretta's body?"

The dwarf looked up. "There is a place reserved for High Priestesses ... it is in the temple courtyard ... I'll need to bring her body here to .. to bury her."

"Very well," Gunther replied. "I unfortunately cannot help you with the lifting. Do you have a cart or some other mode of transportation?" The dwarf sniffed and nodded.

"Good. Let us go, then, before something happens to her body."

The dwarf looked up. "It's getting dark. W-what happens if we get attacked?"

Gunther smiled. "You leave that to me," he said. "I'm scarier than any bandit or vampire we'll liable to run into."

After some quick preparations, Gunther and the young dwarf departed the Temple, with a small mule in tow.

2007-11-03, 03:12 AM
A few hours later, the young priestess he had since learned her name was "Marta" was patting down the soil on Gretta's grave with a small shovel. She laid a single white flower on the grave before stepping back; she was crying and her breath, visible in the cold air radiating from Gunther, was coming out in great heaving sobs.

Gunther pitied her but also himself when he remembered that he could not console her without killing her his touch was deadly to living things.

"Great Thor," he began, launching into the lengthy prayer. He chanted for ten minutes without ceasing for breath before he finally relented; at the end, a raven cawed out, a sign that a messenger had come to escort the soul to Valhalla.

If only I could join her, Gunther thought, watching as Marta stalked away.


A while later, as Marta sat in the small room that served as her quarters, Gunther floated through the doors. "What happened to this place, Marta? Once this was one of the most bustling Temples in all the Town. Now it has but one priestess and is a silent ruin."

"What happens to most places in this Town," she sighed. "Busy for a time, but now gone and forgotten. The siege of the goblins killed most of the other dwarves off, and now no one comes here anymore, except the most faithful. Now I'm not sure what will happen to it."

Gunther nodded. "And what will you do now that Gretta is dead?"

"I don't know," she said. "I was a street urchin before Gretta took me in, promised to make me a priestess of Thor. But now she's dead, and I'm not even halfway through my training."

"What parts of your training are you lacking?"

Marta sighed. "I don't know two-thirds of the rituals and prayers to Thor. There are books, but I have trouble reading them; they're in a dialect that's strange to me. And I've only learned a few curative spells."

Gunther thought for a moment. "Perhaps I could help you," he said.

She looked up. "How?"

"In life, I was a scholar of ancient civilizations. On my world, Thor was one of the gods of Aesgard; studying Nordic mythology was a favourite topic of mine. I can't imagine the rituals being much different on this world than mine."

"You would help me become a full-fledged priestess?" Marta asked hopefully. "Can you teach me magic as well?"

Gunther rubbed his chin. "That I will have more difficulty with. Perhaps we can arrange to have a tutor."

Marta frowned and slumped back on the bed. "There's no money to pay them with. What few coins we receive in donations goes to just feeding me."

"Then we will have to increase the numbers of the congregation, and perhaps investigate ways of making money," Gunther replied. "Don't worry, Marta: the Temple of Thor will be great again."

((OOC: Gunther Halvorson is now stationed at the Temple of Thor. Anyone wishing to reach him may contact him here or PM me. In any case, this will be his home base from now on. Descriptions for Gunther and Marta will be posted in the Town characters thread.))

2007-11-06, 04:29 PM
Gunther floated briefly into the Temple of Thor. Marta was kneeling before the statue of the great Thunder God, silently praying.

"Gunther, you have returned!" she said, smiling. "How did your errands go? Did you find someone to give us a charm against your cold aura?"

"Yes, I spoke with an archmage named Amiria. I suspect she or a servant will be popping in her soon," he replied. "Marta, were you outside at all in the past few hours? Did you spy the red mist that floated through Town?"

The young dwarf shook her head. "I've been inside all day and night. Why do you ask?"

"A cloud of spores floated through Town causing hallucinations in the townsfolk. It seems to have disappeared, but it may linger, so I want you to stay inside for a while."

He floated close to her. "I need to go underground for a while, on a mission. It might be somewhat dangerous, but I should be fine. But if I don't return, please, don't come looking for me. Stay here. I don't want you getting hurt."

He told her then about the cloud and the myconids and the Green Devourers. It unnerved her, but Marta put on a brave face and promised to pray for Gunther while he was gone. With a quick farewell, the ghost left.

2007-11-06, 06:07 PM
A portal appears and a slightly transparent Estone walks out of it. It dissapears.

Interesting place. Looks like it's seen better days though.

2007-11-07, 06:29 PM
A fair drow woman approaches the temple and opens one of the iron doors. She steps trough into the dim light of the temple. "Hello, is someone in here ? I'm in search of the ghost of one Gunther Halvorson."

2007-11-07, 06:35 PM
The young dwarf, Marta, hears the visitors and enters the main hall.

"Hello? My name is Marta, and I am the ... well, I suppose I am the high priestess of Thor. I'm afraid Gunther is out at the moment. Can I help you?"

2007-11-07, 06:43 PM
"Hail, I'm Mirage Do'Lassar. I have something for you from the wizzzard Amiria. Gunther ordered this for you." She takes a small thing from a belt pouch and presents it to Marta. It is a necklace with a pendant. Both are silver and the pendant is in the shape of a hammer adorned with red jewels.

2007-11-07, 06:52 PM
"Blessed Thor, it is beautiful," Marta murmurs, taking the pendant gently in her hands. She looks at it for a time before slipping it over her head, and she squeals in delight at its beauty.

Then she remembers the presence of the drow, and gives a courteous (if not somewhat embarrassed) bow.

"Mirage, please extend my thanks to Lady Amiria, and tell her she has the gratitude of our Temple and the blessing of Thor himself. You don't know what this means to me."

Marta smiles and slips into the mindset of the good host. "Is there anything else I can help you with? Perhaps a tour?"

2007-11-07, 06:54 PM
*Paul blood walks in and spits on the ground*

What a load of *Bleep*

2007-11-07, 06:54 PM
The transparent Estone lazily floats in the air, waiting for Mirage and Marta to be finished speaking.

2007-11-07, 07:01 PM
"Sure, I'll do.", says the drow and smiles. "But I don't have time for a tour now. I'm on my way to a date. Farewell, until we meet again." She hops out of the temple.

2007-11-07, 07:21 PM
Greeting. I am Estone Wardric. It seems like you could use some help with the temple. I could help you and your spirit friend out if you'd like. I have access to limitless knowledge, and my brother's fortune could be used. Anything you need, I can offer. It's a shame to see such a great temple fall.

2007-11-07, 07:29 PM
*Paul starts kicking over some of the holy objects*

2007-11-07, 08:03 PM
((Nightwing, there are no holy objects, if you had read back a bit. The temple is virtually bare, except for the giant statue of Thor which weighs several tons. For now I'm going to ignore you and deal with Amiria and Raistlin.))

Marta walks over to Estone. "Forgive me, sir, I did not notice you at first. If you can spare us any help, it would be greatly appreciated. The Temple of Thor is in dire need of repair; as you can see, we have had to use most of the pews for firewood, and virtually anything of value in the Temple has been pawned. But pray sir, what is your interest in our Temple?"

2007-11-07, 08:06 PM
((Darn. I really need to get in he habit of reading earlier posts. One of my many role playing flaws. Paul can wait until you are done with the plot))

2007-11-07, 09:39 PM
It's simple really. Thor is one of the great gods of the North, and his temples should be preserved. Plus, it's always good to make friends with clerics. Anything specific you'd like me to do first?

2007-11-07, 09:47 PM
Marta smiles at Estone. "Sir, you are too gracious," she replies. "But in truth we probably need too much for you to help us alone."

"We need money to fix the temple ((about 20,000 gold pieces worth is needed in repairs alone, but Gunther is at the moment acquiring a large portion of that cash)) and we need to replenish the ranks of the faithful; I haven't seen a follower in here for months. While Gunther is helping me with learning the duties of a priestess, I also need to learn how to cast divine spells. I know a few ((first-level)) minor spells but I had only started my studies when the high priestess, Gretta, died."

"So you see, sir, our needs are great. In truth, I am simply thankful to receive this pendant so I don't freeze to death in Gunther's company," she says, shrugging her shoulders.

2007-11-07, 09:55 PM
I'm a bard. Although I cast Arcane spells, I can cast spells usually considered divine, and I've known a lot of clerics, so I could probably teach you some. Only up to level 6, but I could probably get you that far.

2007-11-07, 09:58 PM
"Oh, that would be wonderful!" Marta says. "I know only the most basic spells, so I could use any teaching you can give me. I would so appreciate it." Estone notices Marta has a very lovely smile ... for a female dwarf, that is.

2007-11-07, 10:00 PM
((He's offline, just ignore him until he comes back on))

So I assume Orisons and level 1 right? Easy enough. Exactly what spells do you know?

2007-11-07, 10:28 PM
((To put it in layman's terms, Gretta is a 2nd-level cleric with the following spells readied: Purify Food and Drink, Light, Mending, Obscuring Mist (Air Domain) and Endure Elements. Because she's been living here mostly by herself, her spells have been geared towards keeping herself alive.))

2007-11-07, 11:26 PM

Well, let's get you started on something easy.

He grows a cut on his face.

Try and heal me.

2007-11-07, 11:35 PM
"How did you...?" Marta says with wonderment, then shakes her head. "Never mind. I'm not really sure if I can, but ..."

Marta points a finger and attempts to cast Cure Minor Wounds, mumbling a quick prayer to Thor. The blood staunches and ceases to flow, but the wound does not close; from the way her eyes are clenched shut and her lip is trembling, Marta seems to be struggling.

2007-11-07, 11:40 PM
Open your eyes, and make your words clear. Don't stumble over them.

2007-11-07, 11:45 PM
Marta does so, and slowly but surely the wound closes and fades. It was the most minor of accomplishments, but it brings a wide smile to Marta's face.

"Oh, that was wonderful! It worked! I've never cast a Cure spell before! Can you teach me some more?"

2007-11-07, 11:47 PM
Sure. Try a cure light wounds.

A bigger cut appears on him.

Same thing. Eyes open, words clear, mind ready.

2007-11-07, 11:48 PM
"But I haven't readied Cure Light Wounds, and it's not an Orison. Can I even cast it?" she asks.

2007-11-07, 11:53 PM
I think so. If you have any training at all, you should be able to.

He thinks for a second, and a scroll of CLW appears in front of her.

Try it with a scroll. It's a bit easier.

2007-11-07, 11:55 PM
Marta takes the scroll and reads from it. She has a little difficulty she was an illiterate street thief not too long ago before the Temple took her in but she is successful casting the spell, and the wound closes.

"I didn't know I could do that," she murmurs.

2007-11-08, 05:53 PM
Good job. Now try some utility spells. Ability score enhancers, or summoning.

He waves a hand and it flashes.

In case they're not prepared. Now every spell you cast will come out of my daily total for as long as I'm here.

2007-11-08, 06:14 PM
Marta begins with a simple Bless, followed by a Divine Favour. She seems especially skilled at magic useful in combat.

"What should I summon?" she asks, smiling.

2007-11-08, 06:19 PM
Whatever you think you can handle.

2007-11-08, 06:42 PM
"A goat would be most becoming of a priestess of Thor, and the raven is the symbol of great Odin, but I think I can summon an owl would be appropriate as well."

Marta clasps her hands and prays. A moment later, there is a low hoot and a snow owl comes fluttering through one of the windows of the Temple. It perches on Marta's shoulder, staring at Estone with gleaming yellow eyes.

"Oh this is fantastic!" Marta says, marvelling at the animal. "I've learned so much today! Thank you for teaching me!"

((How daring is Estone? Would he be willing to suggest something really dangerous ... like trying to turn undead at the local Cemetery? :smallamused:))

2007-11-08, 06:55 PM
((Not suggest it, but if she suggested it, he'd go along, and destroy them if she was in trouble.))

It was nothing. You are a quick learner.

2007-11-08, 07:10 PM
Marta blushes at Estone's compliment, and she shuffles her feet a little. It's clear that she has something she wants to ask.

"I haven't been able to test my abilities at all regarding ... the undead. The first time I saw him, I tried to turn Gunther, but he didn't even flinch. I haven't tried casting Detect Undead, and I want to try turning a zombie or a skeleton, but I've been afraid to ask Gunther help me look for one. And he would probably say no anyways. Would you ...?"

2007-11-08, 08:50 PM
...Hmmm. It sounds dangerous but...ok. As long as you let my spirit accompany you.

The spirit dissapears for a second, and reappears weilding a pair of shortsword.

Do you have a place in mind, or should I just teleport us to the nearest cemetary?

2007-11-08, 09:43 PM
"I don't know," Marta says, smiling a little. "Just ... wherever you want to go, and there's undead, and it won't be too dangerous. Well, it's going to be dangerous, but it shouldn't be too dangerous. I don't want to go up against vampires or anything. Do you know a good place? It's been so long since I've been out of the Temple. Wait, do I have my holy symbol? Yes, it's here. Look, it's a sprig of mistletoe. Just like what Baldur was killed with. Should I bring some holy water? I know that spell too, but it's been so long since anyone's been in here that needs it. Gretta used to handle that stuff. Is there anything else I should bring? I probably need a weapon, just in case. I have a spare warhammer in my room, I suppose I could bring that..."

Marta is talking a mile a minute and shuffling nervously back and forth. It's clear that she's a little excited and a little afraid at the same time. She'll keep talking until Estone cuts her off.

((My thought is the Cemetery. Seems as good a place as any, and the caretakers haven't been replaced since they were killed by some ice-monsters just recently.))

2007-11-08, 11:21 PM
Calm down Marta. Just bring your symbol. If you fail in turning them, I'll step in and destroy them, and you can try again.

2007-11-09, 01:09 AM
Marta stops and takes deep breaths to calm herself. "OK then," she said. "OK. Sweet Thor, I'm nervous. Where should we go? Should we walk or do you want to teleport? You said you can teleport, right? Right."

2007-11-09, 06:57 PM
I can.

Marta sees a bright light, and the two reappear in the cemetary.

2007-11-10, 02:32 PM
Estone and Marta reappear in the Temple.

2007-11-10, 02:39 PM
One moment, they're in the Graveyard, surrounded by skeletons. The next, they're surrounded by piles of ash and back in the Temple of Thor.

"Gods, that was close!" Marta says, with a sigh of relief. "Thanks for getting us out of there. Is it usual for so many skeletons to be wandering around the Cemetery? That was scary!"

2007-11-10, 02:40 PM
Considering how many necromancers are in the town, I think we faced less than usual.

2007-11-10, 02:45 PM
"Estone, I can't thank you enough for everything you've shown me tonight. I really am grateful."

2007-11-10, 02:48 PM
It was my pleasure.

2007-11-10, 02:57 PM
"No, really, I do appreciate your help, Estone. I would love it if you could teach me some more, sometime."

((At this point, I'm at a bit of a crossroads, Raistlin. Do you want to teach her some more? Do you want to leave and come back some time to introduce yourself to Gunther? Do you want to go for a drink? Do you want to go investigate the somewhat troubling appearance of an army of skeletons at the Cemetery?))

2007-11-10, 02:59 PM
((It's all up to you. I'm just along for the ride. Out of curiosity, where is Gunther?))

2007-11-10, 03:05 PM
((Gunther is down in the Fungal Court on a Plot, trying to help a race of mushroom people regain their home. OK, I don't feel like going through the whole clerical spellbook, but I could be up for something more. I guess my answer depends on this question: how powerful is Estone? I can't find him in the Town characters thread.))

2007-11-10, 07:25 PM
((Race: Human
Class: Bard 20 Epic bard (Level 40?)
Alignment and Temprament: CG/CN. He's a bit annoying but a good enough guy in the end. He has a crazed desire to sleep with every woman in town He's done a lot of growing up since working for Amiria, and is fairly mature now, as well as dependable.
Age: He's 19 21
Height: 5"11
Weight: 160
Hair colour and length: Short brown hair
Eye colour: Black
Weapons: He has 2 enchanted shortswords but prefers to use his magic to fight.))

2007-11-10, 08:08 PM
(((Ooh, that's a little strong for anything I had planned. Never mind that part.))

"It might be a while until Gunther gets back. Do you want to go for a drink?" Marta says. Like all teenagers (even dwarves), the chance to sneak into a bar is too good to pass up, and being in Estone's company might get Marta beer without getting carded, so to speak. :smallwink:

2007-11-10, 11:55 PM
Before Estone can answer, however, a ghost comes floating through the main doors of the Temple. Marta's face lights up even more at the sight of Gunther.

"You're back!" she shouts, waving cheerfully. She walks around over to Gunther, and holds up the amulet. "Look what a messenger from Amiria brought me!"

"Sweet Thor," Gunther says, eyeing the precious amulet. "It's breathtaking. I will have to thank her."

At that point Gunther notices Estone floating nearby. The ghost moves over to him. Estone, if he is capable of feeling temperature, notices the room get considerably colder no wonder the girl needed an amulet to resist the cold.

"Greetings, sir," Gunther says. "My name is Gunther Halvorson. May I have the pleasure of your name?"

((Just for your info, Gunther appears as a naked human whose entire flesh has been blackened by frostbite. Hence the reason he radiates cold. Certain, umm, fleshy parts are no longer there, if you're offended by his nudity.))

2007-11-11, 12:09 PM
Estone. Estone Wardric. You were at Amiria's right?

2007-11-11, 03:02 PM
Gunther smiles. "Ah, yes, that's where I recognize you. I never got your name there. You mentioned coming by the temple; I'm glad you could make it. Has Marta been giving you any trouble?"

2007-11-11, 03:07 PM
Not at all. I've just been teaching her a bit. She's a very eager student, and a quick learner as well. She'll be a very good high cleric someday.

2007-11-11, 03:18 PM
"Really? That's wonderful! I have little skill with magic myself, and I've been looking for someone to help her. How did you do, Marta?"

"Pretty good," she said. "I'm pretty confident about using all the initiate-level spells. I even feel like I'm ready to move on to the next level." Estone will notice she is careful to avoid mentioning the trip to the cemetery.

"Well, I thank you Estone. I would shake your hand, but I'm unsure what my touch will do to you. Now, I hate to cut your visit short, but I'm afraid I need to borrow Marta for an errand that needs immediate attention. Would you be so kind as to excuse us?"

2007-11-11, 03:22 PM
Think nothing of it. Please, go on your errand. I will return to Lady Amiria. If you need my help again, stop by, or call me with this.

A scroll of Sending appears next to Marta. Estone dissapears.

2007-11-11, 03:41 PM
Marta takes the scroll of sending and looks after the place where Estone disappeared thoughtfully.

"He was nice," Gunther says.

"Yes, he was," she answers, somewhat dreamily.

Gunther looks his young pupil up and down, raising an eyebrow. "Well then," he announces, shaking her out of her stupor, "what do you say we go attend to my errand, hmm?"

"Yes, Gunther. Will I need anything?"

"No, you should be fine. You can bring a weapon if you wish, but you probably won't need it. I should warn you about the beings we're about to meet. They're called myconids..."

A half-hour later, they leave the temple.

2007-11-11, 03:44 PM
((...This isn't going where I think it's going is it?))

2007-11-11, 03:54 PM
((No. Marta's too young for that. But you have to understand: Marta's a young girl (about fifteen years old in terms of dwarf years) who's been shut away in this lonely Temple for over a year with only an aged halfling female and then a ghost to keep her company. So it's natural for her to develop a slight crush on the handsome young bard who came swooping in to teach her the ways of magic God, it's almost poetic. But unless Estone is a complete scoundrel, it's really just an excuse to make Gunther take on the role of the protective father. Expect some accusing glares from him. :smallbiggrin:))

((By the by, your character in the Conqueror Worm isn't a shinigami, is he?))

2007-11-11, 04:01 PM
(No, he's a god from a pantheon I'm designing.)