This is my campaign set in Eberron. Enjoy. If you want to post comments on it, please do not do it here, do it in the OOC discussion thread.
"Some knowing sages would say that the birth and life of Eberron has been a slow, painful process, spanning hundreds of thousands of years, that she is old. The Gatekeepers of the Eldeen reaches speak of Vvaraak the Black calling the orcs of the west shore to serve as champions against the Daelkyr. The tribes of the Tashana tundra tell tale of when Levistus the rajah broke his bonds and walked Frostfell, leaving a trail of desolation before being imprisoned again. Long before Galifar, or the Dhakaani Empire, before the first mark of dragons appeared on humanoids, before the couatls made there great self sacrifice, there were heroes. Yet I say that this world is in it's infancy... and that the true heroes may only now be arriving to tell their stories."
~Tasker, excoriate of House Sivis
Vianolais:
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You have been on the road from your homeland of Valenar now for several months. You have traveled with Thrane in mind, as it is the last place you heard word of your cousin. Sailing across Kraken bay, you proceeded up the Ghaal River into Darguun, the nation of goblins, to their so-called capitol of Rhukaan Draal. Never the ones to welcome a Valenar war-elf too warmly, let alone a party of them, you were essentially chased from the city, and hounded, along with your party, all the way north through Marguul pass, the only major pass through the Seawall Mountains, to Sterngate. Shortly before you crossed the border into Breland, your party was attacked, and the losses included your mount, your cousin's horse. This shame has prompted you to seek someone who will raise the horse in traid for services, since you cannot afford such a service.
You were directed to seek out a Cyran artificer family in New Cyre, who dealt in traid often.
You have been on the road from your homeland of Valenar now for several months. You have traveled with Thrane in mind, as it is the last place you heard word of your cousin. Sailing across Kraken bay, you proceeded up the Ghaal River into Darguun, the nation of goblins, to their so-called capitol of Rhukaan Draal. Never the ones to welcome a Valenar war-elf too warmly, let alone a party of them, you were essentially chased from the city, and hounded, along with your party, all the way north through Marguul pass, the only major pass through the Seawall Mountains, to Sterngate. Shortly before you crossed the border into Breland, your party was attacked, and the losses included your mount, your cousin's horse. This shame has prompted you to seek someone who will raise the horse in traid for services, since you cannot afford such a service.
You were directed to seek out a Cyran artificer family in New Cyre, who dealt in traid often.
Vianolais:
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In Starilasker, you part company with the remaining elves of your party, and head south via House Orien coach to New Cyre. The journey will take you four days, and will depleat you of most of the remainder of your funds, but you hope to find the help there you need to be able to reclaim some of your honor back.
You watch as the green plains of eastern Breland swim past you in a lazy blur, blending in with themselves, and think longingly of Valenar, your home. Stories of your cousin, long told to you and your people, flash through your mind. It is late fall, and the sky is fairly clear, save for some thick white clouds high in the sky. The northern Seawall Mountains to the south of you draw ever closer, their purple slowly coming into the details of a mountainous landscape dominating over the plain on which New Cyre is located.
In Starilasker, you part company with the remaining elves of your party, and head south via House Orien coach to New Cyre. The journey will take you four days, and will depleat you of most of the remainder of your funds, but you hope to find the help there you need to be able to reclaim some of your honor back.
You watch as the green plains of eastern Breland swim past you in a lazy blur, blending in with themselves, and think longingly of Valenar, your home. Stories of your cousin, long told to you and your people, flash through your mind. It is late fall, and the sky is fairly clear, save for some thick white clouds high in the sky. The northern Seawall Mountains to the south of you draw ever closer, their purple slowly coming into the details of a mountainous landscape dominating over the plain on which New Cyre is located.
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If there are any other passengers on the coach I will act friendly towards them. Inquire as to destinations and recent travels, try to learn what I can of New Cyre and this family of artificers. If I am alone, I guess I'll spend most of the time enjoying the scenery.
Vianolais
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There are two other passengers on the coach. An elderly woman crying to herself, and a young child travelling with her. The woman seems intimidated by you. The boy is all interest and eyes like saucers.
Vianolais
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I'm not going to push anything with the woman; I'll just try to stay polite. I will regail the child with stories of battle, as my father used to entertain me. I'll also try to learn the boy's home and destination and reason for travel. If the woman ever comes around I'd also like to learn about her.
Vianolais:
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He listens with wide eyes to your stories, but you do feel that he is struggling a little with your accent. the woman seems worried about this, but over time relaxes.
"what is you cousin called amongst your people?" the little boy asks, breathlessly.
"what is you cousin called amongst your people?" the little boy asks, breathlessly.
Liriel:
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You have been home for less than a week, and already you have itchy feet. Home. You can barely even call New Cyre home. Although the architecture is similar, the cooking the same, and the people are definately Cyrish, you just haven't felt at home here yet. It has caused you to leave twice now. A week, and already you're thinking of leaving again.
You are helping out around the family business. Opening up shop one morning, you are approached by a warforged with green plating, covered in a dark green cloak. He inquires after any swords that have been purchased by you recently.
You are helping out around the family business. Opening up shop one morning, you are approached by a warforged with green plating, covered in a dark green cloak. He inquires after any swords that have been purchased by you recently.
Imran:
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You have been travelling for months now, moving across the surface of Eberron slowly, but inexorably towards your goal. You left the port of Sharn just a week ago, and now you ride a carriage you secured to take you the rest of the way from Starilasker to New Cyer, the last known whereabouts of you friend. Perhaps you will find time to head north afterwards to Thrane, the Silver Flame willing. That would be a pilgramage indeed. The journey will take about two more days.
You have been travelling for months now, moving across the surface of Eberron slowly, but inexorably towards your goal. You left the port of Sharn just a week ago, and now you ride a carriage you secured to take you the rest of the way from Starilasker to New Cyer, the last known whereabouts of you friend. Perhaps you will find time to head north afterwards to Thrane, the Silver Flame willing. That would be a pilgramage indeed. The journey will take about two more days.
Naria:
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You have been in New Cyre now for two days, adn you have to admit, the architecture of the nation is truly unique and beautiful. You have been awaiting an order for your druidic order, made through the Opaline family, a family of Gnomish Artificers out of Cyre. The weather is cool, and nice.
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Assuming the order im waiting for isent arriving today im going to have a look around the town and try and get a feel for the place.
mittean:
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Imran relaxes as best he can in the carriage and studies his fellow passengers. He will try to interact with them if possible by finding out where they are going and what they will do when they get there. Other than that he will read through any scrolls he may have looking for clues to his true identity and past.
Imran relaxes as best he can in the carriage and studies his fellow passengers. He will try to interact with them if possible by finding out where they are going and what they will do when they get there. Other than that he will read through any scrolls he may have looking for clues to his true identity and past.
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My cousins name is Belsean and he is the reason for my travels. My actions resulted in the loss of something very important to him and I must make ammends. I must also find Belsean, for he came to these lands and has not been heard from in a long time.
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Why can't I remember to post in character :?
Naria:
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New Cyre is a small town, with only several thousand residences, and yet it seems large to you. While the city of Passage was definately the largest you've visited thus far, New Cyre still seems to be daunting in scope, with houses spread over almost half a mile, covering hill and dale. The largest buildings could hold dozens of people in them, and the Opalines place of business is fronted by a small building, but attached to an enormous warehouse. The buildings are quite beautiful, in their way, though the architecture is foreign, and the people put on a friendly face, yet seem to always be distracted, as if they have something on their minds.
New Cyre is a small town, with only several thousand residences, and yet it seems large to you. While the city of Passage was definately the largest you've visited thus far, New Cyre still seems to be daunting in scope, with houses spread over almost half a mile, covering hill and dale. The largest buildings could hold dozens of people in them, and the Opalines place of business is fronted by a small building, but attached to an enormous warehouse. The buildings are quite beautiful, in their way, though the architecture is foreign, and the people put on a friendly face, yet seem to always be distracted, as if they have something on their minds.
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Im going to put the distraction down to just being one of these odities of city folk. Im also going to head to a large open area to help clear my head. (A city park or even outside the city if none is available)
Naria:
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Outside of the city there is of course large expanses of fields, but towards the north there are less farmlands, and the city is groomed more to welcome visitors entering in on the north road. The woods are far thinner here, mostly surviving in patches and thistles of trees, rather than expanses of forest. You Stay out for a bit, relaxing, watching as travelers, carts, and others on horseback leave and enter the city. You do notice what appears to be an envoy from another country entering the city, with a full contingent of ten knights, plus retainers. All told, the party is the largest you see, at almost forty souls.
Outside of the city there is of course large expanses of fields, but towards the north there are less farmlands, and the city is groomed more to welcome visitors entering in on the north road. The woods are far thinner here, mostly surviving in patches and thistles of trees, rather than expanses of forest. You Stay out for a bit, relaxing, watching as travelers, carts, and others on horseback leave and enter the city. You do notice what appears to be an envoy from another country entering the city, with a full contingent of ten knights, plus retainers. All told, the party is the largest you see, at almost forty souls.
Imran:
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The ride is calm, if a little bumpy, and unfortunately much slower than the lightning rail, but sufficient for the task at hand.
With a resounding crash, the carriage you are in lurches upwards, slamming you into the ceiling of the vehicle. Chaos is around you, as you see people, and luggage bouncing around the interior. You gain your seat again, attempting to look out the window to see what has caused this, when your face slams into it. The carriage rolls up onto its side, throwing you across the isle, onto the opposite window. With a grinding sound, the vehicle slides to a stop, the torn up earth coming through the smashed window below you.
The ride is calm, if a little bumpy, and unfortunately much slower than the lightning rail, but sufficient for the task at hand.
With a resounding crash, the carriage you are in lurches upwards, slamming you into the ceiling of the vehicle. Chaos is around you, as you see people, and luggage bouncing around the interior. You gain your seat again, attempting to look out the window to see what has caused this, when your face slams into it. The carriage rolls up onto its side, throwing you across the isle, onto the opposite window. With a grinding sound, the vehicle slides to a stop, the torn up earth coming through the smashed window below you.
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Would i notice anything in particular about this envoy? such as if there nobility or a draginmarked house?
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"I'm not much of a swordswinger myself actually never really trained for it." (have I purchased one for anyone else?) "May I ask what this is about?"
Naria:
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You are not able to tell anything in particular. Just looks official to you, similar to when the head of one druid sect would visit another.
Several minutes after they pass, you are torn out of your relaxed revelry by a loud screeching sound followed by a crash. Looking up, you see a gigantic looking Warforged standing about forty feet from where it obviously threw a carriage. Several creatures swarm around the feet of the behemoth.
You are not able to tell anything in particular. Just looks official to you, similar to when the head of one druid sect would visit another.
Several minutes after they pass, you are torn out of your relaxed revelry by a loud screeching sound followed by a crash. Looking up, you see a gigantic looking Warforged standing about forty feet from where it obviously threw a carriage. Several creatures swarm around the feet of the behemoth.
Liriel:
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You have purchased swords in the recent weeks, as normal, for trade-ins and what not. You describe the six swords purchased by your family in the last four weeks. None of them seem to be what he is looking for. After some light browsing, he leaves, thanking you.
You have purchased swords in the recent weeks, as normal, for trade-ins and what not. You describe the six swords purchased by your family in the last four weeks. None of them seem to be what he is looking for. After some light browsing, he leaves, thanking you.
Imran:
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As you extricate yourself and the other passengers from the overturned carriage, you are drawn to the sound of voices. Turning, you see a towering Warforged, with smaller, humanoid sized creatures swarming about its feet. They stand about 45 feet away from you. With a gesture, one of the men sends the rest towards you.
As you extricate yourself and the other passengers from the overturned carriage, you are drawn to the sound of voices. Turning, you see a towering Warforged, with smaller, humanoid sized creatures swarming about its feet. They stand about 45 feet away from you. With a gesture, one of the men sends the rest towards you.
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I'll move in closer to get a better look at the situation getting ready to step in if the Warfored and its friends try to attack anyone also Would i be able to take a knowladge nature check in order to try and identify the creatures.
mittean:
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Imran quickly urges everybody to get behind the carriage. He tells them to stay down while he goes to find out what is going on. Once the fellow travelers are safely behind the carriage Imran goes out to greet the men. He approaches them as non-threateningly as possible.
Imran quickly urges everybody to get behind the carriage. He tells them to stay down while he goes to find out what is going on. Once the fellow travelers are safely behind the carriage Imran goes out to greet the men. He approaches them as non-threateningly as possible.