Waterdeep Roleplay

Shops

Fizzlewick's Formulary and Fantastics

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Yandi's Equipment Emporium

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Pubs/Inns

Filchbatter's Cafeteria

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Temples

Temple to the Lords of the Golden Hills

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Healers

Doctor "Snipper" Ningel

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Gate mobs

There are no mobs that can be gated to. Fortunately, the area is not no_gate, so gateable mobs can be summoned in.

Taken straight from Pheniox's journal.

Pheniox ran for his life his secret was out. The whole Radiant Heart clan knew it. He was a spy for his clan Long Death. He ran out the Bath house into the Central Corridor. Arrows flew towards him from the knights of the Radiant heart but he dodged past them with ease.

Finally He reached the Portcullis of the outer gate where the Fallen angel was waiting for him. The Fallen angel was furious as it begun the battle for it's life. The angels wrath hit Pheniox's shoulder hard and seared some of the flesh off. The angel took another swing and surrounded pheniox with ice in the same shoulder. It was Pheniox's turn to strike the angel and he would strike hard if he was going to make it to where he was going.

Pheniox kept pressing on he would not give up he must make it to limbo with concentration pheniox jumped up into the air waved his wand into the sky and the bugs of his forefathers came into the room and surrounded the angel with a devastating hit. The fallen angels head was shattered, and his brains splashed all over him. The sword of the fallen angel disappeared into thin air.

Pheniox continued to run like a mad man thru the void getting lost in ares like past the Mountain road,small hall, and Large hall but alas he finally found the right one: into the Road by a pond, there he went east into the old wooden church.

Pheniox took one last look around him to make sure the coast was clear. He took off the Radiant Heart cloak he wore and proceeded to burnt it. Then he slowly entered the Glare of the Final Internment. The Scavenger of the order looked into his soul nodded at him, The Adder of the Order did the same thing but then came to life.
"Welcome back Lord Pheniox....."

THE END

Tripower Kingdom

OOC information

Requirements to join:

You are second tier and an active roleplayer with basic RP campaign knowledge.
You have no alts in Vector. Other clans are fine, but none in Vector.
You are not an ass on OOC, not an eq-mule, nor an elitist snob.
To start application procedure, write a roleplay-styled letter (note) to "tripower". (This also goes for alts of tripower members)

Tripower philosophy:

A clan is for life, so choose wisely.
For King and Kingdom: all for one, and one for all.
Loyalty is paramount. Clan info is to be kept inside the clan. (note: Sharing such info is penalized with eviction and noclan.)
No internal drama. Problems? Note leaders and patron Imm. Keep it off the channels.

Leaving the Tripower:

Should roleplay lead to other roads: remember that there is no easy escape. You must RP your way out. Should your character survive, you will wear the Traitor mark and be noclanned for one real life month, destined to walk the lands alone.

Art of Kaliadra Silmataurea

Kaliadra Silmataurea

Current Character Description - Kaliadra Silmataurea

Kaliadra is here - a white wolf the size of a small pony. Her coat is long and lustrous, soiled only by leaf litter that clings about her here and there. Her eyes are like blue crystals that sit in the center of deep pools of water. There is intelligence within them - as though this being is more than just a simple animal. When she walks, her feet barely seem to touch the ground and rarely leave a print behind.

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Interesting Reading

Aneh looked at the thick stack of books on her lap and frowned deeply. What was Ror trying to do to her, giving her all of this. He had to know how excited she was, and to put her in a stack of books? Her brows drew together as she flicked the cover of the first book open. She gave a hefty sigh and dug into the material.

Hours and Hours... and Hours Later...

Aneh flipped open a previous book, cross referencing something she had read on Podrikevs with something she had read earlier on magitek armor. She now had four books open in front of her, none of them finished. She stopped reading and laughed a bit at her own excitement. Maybe Ror did know what he was doing after all. She lowered her head and followed more lines of text, anxious to figure out if this particular passage had what she was looking for.

The next day...

Aneh looked at her mess of notes, still groggy from sleep. A yawn was forced down as she focused on the bit about materia. She remembered reading about the lifestream. It holds memories and feelings... Basically imprints of everything that had ever lived. So Materia must do the same, obviously. She mulled over this as she picked up an apple from the table. Her thoughts drifted to Ror, wondering if he was thinking what this reasearch was making her think... She picked up a book on magitek armor and began to back-track to a passage she had read earlier. She settled down with her apple and books to continue her research, ideas clicking in her head.

A day later...

Aneh wandered into the gnome's shop, eyes wandering around at all the silly mechanisms she saw there. This was going to be the most entertaining conversation.... She felt instantly cheerful as the gnomish toy maker greeted her with his spiked hair and angled features. He was so short. Aneh grinned in greeting and leaned against the counter, and tossing the gnome a flirtatious wink.
'I just know that you can help me...'

Finally...

Aneh woke in the morning, excitement filling her. It was so hard to keep things from him, but she wanted to deliver her findings all at once, and see what he thought. She rushed downstairs and pulled out her notes, ainstantly re-reading the report she was to make to Ror.

Rain II

Tears clattered on the ground, wetting the dirt as the fingers sank into it. "Why?" weeped the young boy, "why?" The fingers of the beggar boy turned purple and the nails white. "WHAT DID WE DO?" cried the boy as he looked up at the old beggar, his eyes red and swollen from the salt water. A scar on the face a trace from a beating by Vectorians months ago. "WHYY?...WHYYY?"

"Because we exist, boy. Because we exist." He watched the boy on the ground, curling up. Just moments ago, he had revealed the truth about the boy's life. The boy was an esper, and so had his parents been. He had shown him their fate, and that of the others. Now he knew. The child was trembling on the floor as he shook, overtaken by emotion.

The old beggar looked back at the boy's face, straight into the eye, and he said, "Let it all out, lad. Feel the pain. Your pain, mine and of those that went before us. Forge it into the fires of your hate into cold steel. Keep it to yourself through whatever aeons might come and unleash it the day we annihalate them. For that day will come, lad. Oh yes, it will." Veins on the old man's hand bulged as his hand tried to crush the wooden staff he leaned on. Under his hood two dark blue eyes burned with the intensity of a thousand suns, filled with hatred.

"What...what do you want me to do?" croaked the boy.

"Listen..."