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| | From:  _LOKI_ (Original Message) | Sent: 10/20/2008 8:29 PM |
| Amagato, a hundred year old human wujen mage stands in front of his small oriental hut. Snow is deep on the ground and the bitter wind blows unceasingly from the North. In front of the old man forms begin to gather. Some recognizable, some are hazy and on the edge of the crowd. The flag flying from the hut's top pinnacle is like a beacon. It calls out into the gray wind drawing a mismatched throng of warriors and protectors. To those gathered before him he speaks slowly and in a dire tone, The gate to the North is open fully now. Even the forces of the Weremachts army seem small in comparison to the droves of evil that pour from it. Without help the Weremacht cannot prevail. In one last ditch effort I resolve to pit the greatest hearts of the land against these agressors. I will accompany as many righteous souls as will follow me into this fray. Together I hope to sway the tide of battle and hopefully preserve Elmshade. I have called out to surrounding lands both far and wide. Time is short, the enemy is upon us. I propose we introduce ourselves. our purpose, and any tactics before setting off. (post as you wish) |
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 Haniko approaches with the grace and balance of both her elven blood and years of training. Her kimono is a jet black color with an emerald green sash that contrasts the pale white ground of the surround season. Her sash houses an anchient katana and a newly crafted wakazashi. A quiver of arrows is slung over one shoulder and an elven longbow is resting easily in her left hand. Her hair whips in the strong winter breeze and the fog of breath escapes her lips. The snow falls off of her rice hat as she bows to introduce herself. The thick Kara-Turian accent coming through her broken common makes it hard for many to understand her clearly. "Greetins Masta Amagato, I am Haniko Karou ov de Battōjutsu Style. I am 'ere to put my sword an my skills to use to friends my protect." She bows again. "My skills are yours." |
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| | | From: _LOKI_ | Sent: 10/23/2008 5:07 AM |
This close to the flag and hut you can clearly hear the mental call for Heroic defenders and the promise of war. 
Amagato bows in return, his hands sill tucked in his cuffs. The snow around his feet suggests he has stood rotted in that spot for some time now. A small fit miniature psuedodragon, flys in from out of view and lights on his shoulder b4 cozying down into his layered silk robes collars 
His speak is aptly schooled and well pronounced common. Only a hint of his heritage slips thru his spoken demeanor. In eastern tradespeak he asks you, Most honorable Haniko Karou, you are among the first to arrive. You may make yourself comfortable in my hut if you desire and we shall keep company and break bread together. I suspect short and furious battle strategies may be forming soon. Some of the participants may choose to go thru various ideas on how best to defend against the coming army of devils. The small dragonette nuzzles his ear. Looking straight into your eyes with his golden pupils adds, But the War for elmshade is already ongoing. If you choose to, there are already enemies in our midst. I am looking for volunteers to stop and destroy the Sappers. Small groups of underground miners that set charges of barreled gunpowder in traps for the weremachts infantry. The breath rolls slowly from his downturned mouth. I have just learned of this from one of our many spies. Lockheed can lead you to an underground entrance where you may take the first of them by surprise. The choice is yours. Ask me anything you wish to know. |
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Haniko bows. "Respectble Amagato. I shal go todo as you ask. I shal requie assistance frum udders to bring back da barrels of powder." Ending the bow she straitens up and unshoulders her pack of supplies walking into the large war tent and sets her supply pack down.pulling the draw strap she reaches in the bag and retrieves a kabuki mask. Pulling the draw string closed she exits the tent, stashing the mask in the left of her robe. Taking a look at the little Dragon she nods. "Please show me da way honerable dragon." |
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| | | From: _LOKI_ | Sent: 10/29/2008 4:43 AM |
Amagato nods in approval of the girls bravery. He was happy to see another easterner. They were much more trustworthy than thier western counterparts. Touching the little dragon-kin on the head he whispers, Lockheed, show our Hero the diggers you found. The small dragonette bobs his head up and down. His face goes stern and serious. He immediately flies to you and hovers for you to follow. Once outside Locks flys in small tight circles. In moments a small whirlwind opens a one person (and pseudodragon) dimension door. Thru the door it is pitch black and smells of wet earth. It is obviouly underground. The dragon flys thru and turns to you once he is on the other side. Flapping in midair he watches to make sure you follow. Before you step anywhere Amagato's small voice comes from behind you, Plz take these young warrior. From his robe he produces two flasks. One he says, will heal you in your most dire hour (complete heal) and the other will hide your form from normal eyes (invisibility) use them freely young one. And with that he turns back to the empty landscape looking for other arriving Heros. |
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Haniko bows her thank you and accepts the gift and turns to the dimension door. Placing the potions in his robes she retreaves her mask and ties it around her face and adjusts her rice hat. Looking back at the empty snow scape, the white mask on her face showing abuse and damage, perhaps a mirror to her nearly emotionless face. she rests her left hand on the scabbard of the muramasa on her hip and steps throught the portal on the other side. |
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 Knowing that the few remaining heroes of Elmshade would need as much help as they could get, Arienne arrived a few minutes after Haniko left, landing Spyke nearby and with Viewsk slowly bobbing his way toward them from the tower. The sorceress dismounted the wyvern and came to stand in front of Amagato. She was dressed in her dark charcoal colored robes, which billowed around her slender frame as the cold wind gusted across the open field. Her long, silver curls blew freely around her finely chiseled face and caressed the adamantium magical warstaff which was laced across her back. The sylvan elf mage bowed deeply before him. "I am here, my friend. I have readied as much as I can for the battle which awaits us. I will fight to the death to preserve my home and help any who choose to aid us in this, our direst hour. I have word that Siannodell and Justinius should be joining us shortly. Sia did not say whether Justinius was bringing the Sentinels, but I would wager that it is almost certain that he will. We will apparently need all the help we can get." She turned clear blue eyes to the horizon and the oriental man could tell she was anxious, though she was trying hard not to show it. "My tower is locked and warded, but I do not know if that will stop anyone from the ranks of other-wordly foes we will soon face. Let me know what else I might do to help us prepare." |
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| | | From: _LOKI_ | Sent: 10/31/2008 2:25 AM |
| Amagato smiled softly as is his way. Removing his frail hands from the cuffs of his thick robes he taked your hand inbetween his. They are very warm against your chilled skin. Like heated leather. For a flash second his golden pupils sparkle slightly, I am so pleased you have taken such an honorable stance my liege. He moves one upturneed palm to the cozy oriental tent beyond him, plz meet me in my padoga of contemplation. The lazy smoke that streams from its stove pipe defies the howling wind and smells gently of cinnamon.Grinning knowingly Lockheed buzzes in and out of the embroidered entrance flap as if to direct your attention to the interior. Turning from the snow rooted wu-jen you may enter the small abode. Of course the inside is far larger than the exterior. It is both cozy and comfortable. Sitting at the edge of a massive white soapstone table amagato sits sipping a hot tea. Again a small humble smile shows itself. Plz have a sitting with me. From a hand wrought iron potbelli-stove (detects magic big time) Lockheed delivers a hot tea to you in a jade carved buddah mug complete with a belli rubbing effigy. With a pass of that same withered hand the tabletop jumps to life. Cantrips, illusions, and hallucionary spells animate its surface as he scyes across it. Everything you know around your town is represented. You see the mountains, the HORDE crossing the river, the Ruins and its fringe inhabitants, the temple, the town and the all outlaying areas, all in real time from a birds eye view. (see active threads, you see them all. Amagato is all about knowledge) You also notice amagato has some very realisitc clone/mirror images all over the place. He is literally everywhere interacting with everyone. Villagers, templars, coucils, warriors, and the towers @least. There is a lockheed with everyone. he looks to you with an infectious grief in his stare. We are so few against so many. Only if we co-ordinate our efforts can we hope to preserve Elmshade. We, the mages will be of the utmost importance. I have researched spells that you should learn to wield in the coming of such a force. Because of the efforts of Raven, In a corner of the "tablemap" you can see the massive blue gate that, even now spits out an oceananic tide of devils and fiends. you even see a massive citadel, that appears to be WALKING like a crab. There is much to digest and discuss. Who else should we include in our talks? |
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| | | From: Siannia | Sent: 10/31/2008 5:49 AM |
The sound of a flute carries on the wind, a familiar tune to those who founded this land, a song of encouragement to all who could here. Soon the red headed hafling was approaching the hut; the music stopped,
"Who is tryin' to trash tis' beautiful land, and what can I be doin' to stopin!"
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| Very soon after Arienne sarrived, a slightly annoyed Rashwen appeared. Her sides were no longer quite so sleek, but she flew in anf landed on Ariene's shoulder as elegantly as ever. Well expect for maybe the last few inches as she wordlessly let Ari know that she had been dismayed to wake and find herself alone in her nest. Once Ari was ettled, the Pseudodragon nodded her head towards Amagato. Her mental voice was thoughtful as she offered. ~Soon eggs come. Then Rashwen be able to stay and help Ari! Rashwen learning new magic.~ Knowing that Ari could support her weight on her shoulder for only so long, the queen flowed down into the Mage's lap and watched everything intently. | |
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| | | From: _LOKI_ | Sent: 11/1/2008 10:57 PM |
| Amagato still stands in the snow, and judging by the absense of foot prints in the 6" of driven white you'ld wager he's been here awhile. The esp call of the banner atop the oriental war tent is strongest here. It says nothing with words but you know it calls to the brave defenders of this land and its ppl. Amagato smiles warmly to the concerned newcomer. he says slowly in his old soft voice, I am called Amagato and I thank you a million times defender. Inside my tent all who shall decide on stratgies shall be gathering shortly. You area welcome to warm yourself (your standing in a light blizzard) and break of my bread. Or you may choose to go into action now as there area already missions that are of the utmost importance. We need scouts to report the movments of special forces of the devil's army. They are protected from our spying devices. A minature dragon appears thru a cut in the air. And little pop emits as it closes behind him. The faint smell of damp earth fades by. My little friend Lockheed here can show you the areas where we think they are up to no good. The little dragon snarls and steam rolls from his tiny nostrils. What would you like to do? |
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| | | From: Siannia | Sent: 11/2/2008 10:25 AM |
"honestly, I am not usually one for a lot of talkin' but tis' seems to be a time for careful movements. I'm thinkin' tis' best to make a plan of action before splitting up. I need not know all the details, just a few highlights .Especially like who is on our side. I have been away for quite sometime....and would not like to toss a dagger between the back blades of new alliances."
Katy bows graciously the only way she knows , with Bardic flair, as she twirls her flute between fingers then wisks it into her pocket. |
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| | | From: _LOKI_ | Sent: 11/2/2008 8:58 PM |
Amagato bows slightly in respect. Any council shall be found inside the tent. Plz, make yourself at home. Others shall be arriving shortly. He looked back to the gray horizon. I hope. When you goto the tent you lift the heavy canvass flap and you see as I described earlier
Of course the inside is far larger than the exterior. It is both cozy and comfortable. Sitting at the edge of a massive white soapstone table amagato sits sipping a hot tea. Again a small humble smile shows itself. Plz have a sitting with me. From a hand wrought iron potbelli-stove (detects magic big time) Lockheed delivers a hot tea to you in a jade carved buddah mug complete with a belli rubbing effigy. With a pass of that same withered hand the tabletop jumps to life. Cantrips, illusions, and hallucionary spells animate its surface as he scyes across it. Everything you know around your town is represented. You see the mountains, the HORDE crossing the river, the Ruins and its fringe inhabitants, the temple, the town and the all outlaying areas, all in real time from a birds eye view. (see active threads, you see them all. Amagato is all about knowledge) You also notice amagato has some very realisitc clone/mirror images all over the place. He is literally everywhere interacting with everyone. Villagers, templars, coucils, warriors, and the towers @least. There is a lockheed with everyone. he looks to you with an infectious grief in his stare. We are so few against so many. Only if we co-ordinate our efforts can we hope to preserve Elmshade.
In other words if you look thru thr flap you see him outside and if you turn and look in hes inside at the same time. He waves you in and offers a hot drink and some crisp warm bread to start with. |
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