Monomakhos 1838 Share Posted September 10, 2015 Wanted: Humanoid Magus Threat level: Low Description of beast(s): Hooded and cloaked under tattered robes of blue, the man does not speak bar the occassional 'magic missile' when he casts a spell. He cannot be reasoned with.Location: Ruins near Al-Wakrah Rewards: One hundred minas, any loot found within the ruin. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aura 4 Share Posted September 10, 2015 Caldarin hears of the multiple bounties recently. "Hmm...It's concerning, but as long as nothing shows up too close to Laureh'lin then I'm not amazingly worried." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Booklight12 477 Share Posted September 10, 2015 (edited) Beranabus Seregon catches whim of the magi being targetted in these ruins and shudders at the thought of what mage hunters may do to him if they catch him "Bah.. T'is a pity folk hunting those who practice the mystical arts.. Though from this little bit of information it seems naught much is of worry to this lad.. I suppose I will look over these ruins and see if this man is truly a threat or not to Vailor.." He states to a random human holding the bounty for the mage"Stupid elf" The man says before pushing Beranabus over and walking on his merry way. (Whenever you're free i'd be down to RP with you there) Edited September 10, 2015 by Booklight12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Monomakhos 1838 Author Share Posted September 11, 2015 The bounty has been completed. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Abeam 510 Share Posted September 11, 2015 The Posse had been made. Pyotr 'The Junky' Nicodemus, Gavin 'The Adunian' Douglas, Nafis 'The Brown' Yar, Morvan 'The Pagan' Orvar, and Peter 'The Sparrow' Percival. Each had their own special and unique set of skills, each were in the right spot at the right time, and each were hungry for the Hundred Mina bounty. After meeting at the bridge crossing over to the peninsula containing the city of Al'Wakhrah; the party set out, vaguely heading North-Eastward, towards the only noticeable ruins they had any knowledge of. After climbing the mountain forking the road between the Orcish road and the Dwarven, the ruin was confirmed, tucked comfortably onto a small bluff donning the cloudy-topped peak. Peter, the most experienced of the bounty-hunters at the trade, took the lead, arrogantly sprinting his way through the ancient and cracked arches which led deeper into the bowels of the rock, followed behind by the more conservative four. After a period of time, the arches became lit with torches, no doubt the creation of the target, a one 'Crazed Delver', whom apparently could cast the infamous 'Magic Missile' spell, dangerous indeed. Lo' and behold, he showed himself soon after, a nefarious looking figure, cloaking in blue, his face hidden behind a cowl that drooped low, exposing little of the figures appearance. With a fierce-some "MAGIC MIFFLE", the hallway exploded into dust and shrapnel, barely missing Peter in the front, and Pyotr just behind. The dust cleared after a moment, revealing the silhouette and boots of a figure running down the nearby hallway. A chase ensued, broken by another lispy cry of the ferocious "MAGIC MIFFLE", showering the party in another cloud of sooty dust, blinding the heroic adventurers! But it twas to no avail, for the Mage fled once more, attempting not once, but twice to trap the party in lava from the ceiling, along with mysterious lever puzzles....The party reached the final chamber, after a modicum of confusion and random lever pulling, stopping to admire the beauty of the ancient ruin, only to be surprised by the evil "MAGIC MIFFLE" cry! Only this time, the suicidal creature blasted a pile of explosives, which performed their namesake, deafening the five heroes in their condensed setting. Barely recovering from the ordeal, another explosion occurred, mirroring the first. The smoke settled after time, revealing that the Mage had damaged himself in the violent tremor, he sat, lying against the wall, coughing, though strangely. The robe fell off, tattering to shreds from the force of impact, to reveal two halfings; sitting one on top the other! "We were only protecting the ruin!" They cried in union! "Don't hurt us! We never tried to harm you, only startle and scare!" But twas to no avail! For the heroes sliced on of the dark pair in two, halfling the halfling. With the other being beaten to death with baton and stock, the noble adventurers procured proof of their deed, and headed homeward bound! 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Womping Wizard 400 Share Posted September 11, 2015 Bounty Completed, moving to Completed Trades. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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