Meeting in Polaris

Elbryan Stepped back into his town and Looked around. Rememberin the sweet smells of the place. And at the same time remembering the god forsaken cold that was over this city year round. As Elbryan was about to round a corner he heard voices. Voices he had not heard in a long time. Kohrin and Atandella were standing in the City Center. He could catch most of what was said. They were discussing where a good place to put the city hall would be. Nobody knew that Elbryan was back in town yet and He kind liked it that way, but business needed to be taken care of. "I know where we can put the Town Hall." Elbryan says as he rounds the corner. Both Tandy and Kohrin jump back at the sight of him, and when the inital shock is gone agree to see the place that Elbryan has in mind. Elbryan leads them Down Crescent street And then on a northern street untill They reach an abandoned warehouse. "Kossuth himself showed me this building shortly before I left. I was not afforded the opportunity to tell you about it before I had to leave." said elbryan as he looked at the building. Then He looks at Tandy and says, "Im sorry for dissapearing again... My former life keeps calling me away. I think Things are resolved now. I shouldn't be dissapearing again for a long time...." Then Elbryan looks at his feet. and Tandy Lifts Elbryans head and says, "All that matters is that you are alive and here with us now. Nothing else matters." "Thank you Tandy" says Elbryan. "Here let me show you two the structure as it stands now."

Good Vs. Evil

Twas a cool day at the Market Square and I was resting on the park bench trying perticularly hard not to be noticed yesterday when I saw a series of odd events that I could not fathom. A large group of the PaX was fighting what looked like a group of the Dragon's Hoard. The PaX seemed to have the upper hand and as I have often noticed the dragon's hoard lost a member or two and stopped comming out. It looked as if the PaX had won when several Shadow Thieves started to attack Cyclonas, the sage of the PaX. This is where I could no longer understand what was happening. It was my understanding that the Shadow Thieves were a mercenary group and not one to attack at random a large group that they had no apparent buisness attacking. If this seemed odd up till now the next part will seem the strangest. At this point a member of the Good clans that were fighting would no longer fight against the Thieves because of a friendship that she had with one or more of the thieves. This seemed to confuse the allied clans more than one could immagine when She started talking good of the Thieves attacking the Pax and actually going so far as to say that the Pax members where at fault. In my days with the Zhentarim the Thieves attacked me many a time for no apparent reasons and I could not see how someone of the good persuasion could possibly side with the Thieves when they were attacking the PaX members. So in the end the PaX members made the Shadow Thieves turn tail just as they had the Dragon's Hoard, but the quabbling within the Good clans lasted long into the night.

Shou Dragons - The unknown threat

Welldoers and all those who work to diminish the evil in these realms listen carefully! I have seen some of the greatest and mightiest of riding the mighty Shou Dragon in it's early life stages. To my amazement i must say. Do not you know that the dragon, yes every dragon and also the shou dragon at any age, is the very manifestation of the demonic powers that exist in the astral realm? Do you want to be like the Great Whore Tchazzar who has these same manner of creatures guard herself? By allowing these filthy outcasts of the heavens to thread in our beloved cities.. But it is not too late. Slaughter these miscreants of the most devilish kind. Remove their hearts and burn their corpses. Deposit the remaining ashes into the everburning flames of the earth. If we ignore our responsibility as civilized beings and let our greed run free, these dragons will open the doors of cities like Westbridge for all manner of evil. Act now before it is too late! Signed, Nokke.

stupidity of the mfs

I wake up with blurred visian and a killer headache, and wonder what i did last night. As I begin prepare my stuff for the day, i realize all my stuff is missing Then when i check my pocket i see a note it was from a Drakyri Paladin, the note read "Sorry Phelan, we have fought valliantly to save you. Even though you were lost we mortally wounded Guiron Tell him if you see him, its not smart to start battles in front of me -Drakyri Paladin" snicker to myself, as it all comes back to memory

Pax Faerunis Meeting [1]

Stumbling down one of Westbridge's many forgotten alleyways, the tip of Krogenar's remaining crutch caught between two cobblestones. His left leg, unsupported for a moment, was shot through with pain. He grimaced, wrenched at the crutch. A cobblestone tore loose from the street. Clutching at his abdomen, the half-orc panted, beads of sweat on his forehead. With each breath, a faint pressure in his gut increased slightly... building. The strider limped into a darkened corner, leaned against the cold walls, slowing his breathing. Licking his dry lips, he mumbled. "... the Focus... Davion... " his fingers flicked out, counting off as he spoke. "... intro new members... shops... " he breathed slowly. He gathered his strength, grabbed his crutch, and pushed off from the wall. Something grabbed his insides. Dropping to his knees, the strider put both hands on the street... ... choked... a reddish-grey mass of pulp crawled up his throat. As it finally flopped to the floor of the alley, he gasped for air. Just in time. He knelt in the alley again, the muscles of his back twisting. Sighing, he wiped the mucous from his mouth, and stood up. The pile he had left in the alley twitched... letting off a light steam - warm in the night air. Disgusted, he exited the alleyway, walking swiftly. Though the thought made him want to retch again, he what it was... It was muscle. Dead muscle.  

At her command chair, Minli watched data appear on her armrests, from time to time. As her agents gathered information, they sent it back to The Sylphe. She watched them all here, like firefly facts. Constellations of information. Watching for patterns in the swarm of unconnected facts, a new data point appeared. '...K-walk' it then floated off to join the other bits of information which danced on her armrests.

The Gate

A clear mind. It was all she wanted and now Nightlore stood on the bluff in awe and silence, her mind nowhere close to clarity. The night before she stormed out of Annie's shop, livid and determined to clear her head and regain a little sanity. It always seemed Gwideon was there to chide her about any person she was around, and Kyarn seemed willing to play right along and oblige him. She had walked through the dark, not truly knowing where to go, until she ended up nearing the Dwarven Village. She stood at the crossroads with a smirk on her face. She remembered the days of fighting there. Indeed. Onward, Nightlore pressed in a northerly direction, her thoughts ambling through her mind until she found herself on a mountainous road. Travellers passed her, some with bags tossed about their backs, some on horse-drawn wagons with a single lantern to light their way. It seemed all of them were talking about the thing at the top. Muttering, Nightlore walked the incline and as night turned to dawn she reached the top. A few people stood on the edge of the bluff, clutching their belongings as they gawked openly at something in the far distance, speaking about it in hushed, yet worried tones. Pushing her way through a couple of bystanders, it finally came into view. Massive...and crawling with workers that, from the distance, looked like ants. Her mouth slowly opened, and Nightlore stood frozen. She had heard very little about the gate...but nothing prepared her for this.

Fate Complete

He returns, shallow and bitter. Recognize me? Even a glimmer? Empty eyes, staring past me. I'm glad he's home where he should be. Wedded symbol now removed. Tarnished love lost, so I presumed. His choice, his hand of fate. His eyes ravage me now in hate. Memories etched on shattered heart. Time to make a brand new start. Fare well stranger. Fow now I not know you. My husband of old was so much more. You are but a shell carved in his vision.