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[Tawa]

The Mighty OOC Thread of Power can be found here.


The fair land of Twin'kaali. The characters have started in a small hamlet in the center Human Kingdom of Danyar.

This is but one of the legends of which the people speak...

The five of you have been recruited by Sha'an Spensaar, a psychic who wishes to piece the past of your fair homeland Twin'kaali back together from the tattered scraps of the past. You stand before the old Prison of Sto'bar, on the west coast of your island home. Sha'an's clairvoyance has told him that an important source of information lies within the old jail, and he has sent all of you here to uncover it.

The building is a dull grey. There is only a half of a first floor remaining; the rest is all rubble.

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Spoiler: The Library of Tales (click to show/hide)

The Dwarven Tale
A force of great evil was destroyed by a heroic elf, but arose once more.

The Half-Ogre's Tale
An elven monk went astray and destroyed all that she knew.

The Man's Tale
Dwarves forged replacement eyeballs for a careless cleric, who later fell to disciples of shadow.

The Halfling Tale
A heroic halfling ranger swiped a powerful ring and "destroyed" it, but the other one remains.

The Fae Tale
A powerful song was once written by a legendary bard, said to grant the user's greatest wish.

(I shall PM you your tales. I was going to whip up some sillycomics to illustrate them, but I don't have the access to that at the moment.)

[Tawa]

You may begin.

[kj1225]

The cleric looks at the prison. Well, he doesn't look persay but his face is pointing at it and... ah, forget it. Kyle looks at the prison.
"This is it?"

[Kassire]

The Fae looks at the cleric and then to the prison and finally says "I suppose so, but what kind of information of the past is what I'm curious about."

[kj1225]

"It's a prison. But whatever it is it's what my most holy lord has ordained. Praise the Light!"
Kyle says extending his hands towards the sky."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Fist-Of-The-Mountain cracks his knuckles. "If you're so curious, bard, let's get going."

He looks for an entrance.
(Search: -1, Spot: +4.)

[Kassire]

"However if our employer hired a band of adventurers there must be somesort of danger. Just pray we would relativly unharmed." the Fae then creates a harp and starts picking at the strings and looks at the monk. "Oh and my name is Cantup Lignos."

[kj1225]

The cleric walks forward getting his shield on and looking for the door.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Fist-Of-The-Mountain's lips spread into a sloppy grin. "If you're scared of getting hurt, bard, just stay behind me. I'll try not to get any blood on you."

[Tawa]

Fist-Of-The-Mountain searches for several minutes but finds nothing.

Edit: A few minutes later, Kyle miraculously discovers a trapdoor, leading down into the prison-dungeons.

[My Name is Immaterial]

((Do the rest of us know about the trap door?))

[kj1225]

"Praise the light! I have found the door!"

[Tawa]

((Depends whether or not Kyle tells you.)) Man, I got ninja'd here.

I think we should hold off for a bit so that G and Shadow can get some playing in.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Fist-Of-The-Mountain pulls open the trapdoor and gazes into it's depths. Not looking up, he asks Kyle "You got a way to see? What with the no eyes thing and all."

Try and see what's inside the trapdoor.
(Spot: +4, Darkvision: 60 ft.)

[kj1225]

"I prayed to the lord of light and he reavealed the way to me. All praise the light!"