(Here goes nothing!)

This an rp about dragonlance, I suggest that (if anyone is joining) this first takes place in the inn of last home (run by otik at that time...) so it would be before the war where the dragons return and so on....ANYONE??

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On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

wow! Someone other than me actually read dragonlance!!!! Hey just out of curiosity are you a big fan of Raistlin?

I'll join!

Sry I'm a newbie and everything so do I just make a new character?

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Yea I`m a raistlin fan and yea create your own char and what do you think about the starting place? The inn of last home before the war?

anyway here`s my char`s bio:

Name: Edwin (second name unknown)
Race: Human
Age: 29
Profession: Red/Neutral Mage

Appreance: Quite thin and sharp formed person, black long hair that reaches his shoulders, a beard(not long) and long mustache, that are wrapped up(or something like that...) , grey eyes, very long and useful hands when it comes to spell casting.

Ablities: all the basics of magic and few other spells, very average mage, but has also a dark side because he has learned necromancy and is able to use few spell from that side, but mostly embrases his neutrality.
Equipment: Red Robe, wooden staff, that has a small Raven figure on top of it and it has a small crystal in it`s claws. a brown leather belt with many bags on it for his magic ingredients and brown leather boots. A red covered book with grey text or some sort.

History: Born into a ordinary merchant family, that travelled the world selling goods and his father was a mage, that had taken the test, but never wanted to become powerful. Edwin learned from his father and his father was more than happy, that Edwin was ready for the test as a 24 year old man. His mother was against it and begged Edwin not to do it, but Edwin had a curiosity for everything new and he took the test, which left him with few scars and horrors, but he had survived it quite well. He lived with his parents for the next 2 year, but then departed to the highest tower of magic to learn more from a master. After 3 years of studying he left the tower for his own quests of knowledge and power...


(Sorry I can`t remember the cities names somethings might not match or be correct cause I have read the books in Finnish, but I`ll do it the best I can.... )

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Here's my character (hmm...I wonder if I should be a gully dwarf? )

Name: Joan (ok I suck at last names) Burrel
Race: Elf (though her parents did not name her with an elven name...okay I confess. I don't know any elven names that are already in the book.)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearence: Not as "beautiful" as other elves, though the reason is unknown, has blondish silverish hair (well no duh) and is kind of slim like all of those other pointed ear savages (ok, I'm kidding...). Wears a green cloak with leather armour...or whatever.
Weapon(s): Bow and arrow and a sword
Family/Childhood: Grew up in a family of 8 children, second to the youngest and grew up in the city of Silvanesti.
Good/Bad Qualities: Is courageous, nice, bla bla bla all of that, but CAN be very defendant of her city. She can be very political and nasty like some of those other elves that we probably don't like and can get on your nerves sometimes. Short temper.

(Well I can help you with the city names if you want. Yeah, the Inn of the Last Home would be a great place to start. Palanthas or the Tower of High Sorcery might also be interesting)

And if I needed to mention something else, tell me.

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(thanks....now I`ll begin with brinning my char to the inn)

The rain drummed against the windows in the Inn of last home and every traveller had gotten in from the bad weather, even many people who lived there had gathered to shelter, but mostly because they heard stories from strangers. The owner of the inn Otik was of course happy about what had happened, because it meant more money in his pockets and that would make him surely happy. Outside a tired brown horse walked trough the mud and stopped at the stables, a red robeb mage jumps down and takes the horse to shelter at the stables. Then he sighs and begins to make his way up the stairs.

*Klop* *klop* *klop*

His staff hit the stairs painfully reminding about how many steps he had to take in this god forsaken weather, he finally got up and pushed the door open attracting many looks at himself. Not because he entered, but because what he was wearing, people had always been aware of the mages even the white one`s who represented good. The war where the towers of magic had been destroyed except for 2 had made ordinary people to be affraid of mages. Alltough it had happened a long time ago still the fear of their grandfathers haunted them as well, he walked to the counter where Otik was counting his new money because no one taken rooms lately. He stopped in front of Otik and hit his staff in the floor few times to get his attention and Otik rose up smiling to him.

"What would you like to have?" The mage looked around and everyone turned to look away, but turned back when the mage had turned away.

"One room for the night and wine...elvish if you happen to have some?" The mage leaned on the counter.

"Room in whose name? and yes we have elvish wine..."

"Edwin, it is all and now may I have my wine?" Edwin hits coins in the table.

"But of course sir..." Otik took a glass and filled it, but Edwin took the glass and pointed at the bottle also while sliping few more coins on the table. He went to a nice corner table, but it was quite near to the fireplace so his clothes could dry. He drank some of wine in his glass and looked around the Inn curiously while placing his staff to lean at the wall.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Joan looked, not respectufully, at the Inn before her. She longed for her clean bed at home, but knew she must deliver her message. (Okay does Caramon live there right now? Cuz that who I'm planning her to give the message to...) The elf led her horse to the stable. She took one look behind her, seeing the giant Vallenwood trees covered in the winter snow (is it winter?) Ice frosted the roads of Solace, causing more and more traveleers to stay at the Inn of the Last home. But Joan had come to this Inn for a reason. The elf was to deliver a message to Caramon, the hero of the Lance. The message was actually for Tanis Half-Elven, but the elves were afraid the fully elven Joan would get "contaminated" by being around his presence. So they sent her to Caramon Majere...why? He is fully human, after all...she put her quiver of arrows on her back and walked up the steps to the Inn of the Last Home, not knowing that she was involved in this message as well...

The wind once again flew into the Inn of the Last Home leaving some visitors chilled as yet another traveler opened the door. The door slammed shut as the wind blew. Joan looked apologetically at the retched humans for the racket.

She walked up to the counter where the human Innkeeper was smiling, counting his money. She sneered. Humans. She cleared her throat loudly to catch the Innkeeper's attention. Otik frowned, being interrupted meant he had to start all of his counting over again...
"What would you like today," he smiled, finally realizing that this meant more money. Joan lowered her voice.
"Does Caramon Majere live here?"

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Name: Ghyreian Nightsong
Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Female
Age: about a century or so
Profession: Black Robe mage

Description: long black-silver hair hung in many elaborate braids, piercing silver eyes

Ablities: efficient in black magic

Clothing: hooded black robe decorated with silver runes, pouches for spell components

Attributes: outwardly calm but impatient, highly suspicious, proud and cold

History: She was cast out of Silvanost for finding out about Lorac Caladon's intentions with the Dragon Orb and openly opposing them. After leaving Silvanesti she traveled to the legendary city of Palanthas, where she was awed and fascinated by the abandoned Tower of High Sorcery. It was then that she made her decision to study magic. She studied for ten years before she received an invitation from the Conclave to take her Test. Successfully completing her test at the age of 60 and donning the Black Robes, she took up residence at Wayreth Tower and spent another 20 years studying there. She then set out in her quest of knowledge and power. She now has ambitions to try to enter the Tower of Palanthas and establish herself as the Master.

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actually, keyo, if it were winter Caramon Majere would NOT be here. he would be with his twin Raistlin doing mercenary work. they arrived at the Inn of the Last home in autumn.

Ghyreian paused outside the door to a large inn. The climb up the cursed tree had been trying. Her black robes were soaked through with rain. She was cold and weary from her journey from Wayreth, and she still had to reach Palanthas. The roads had been unusually empty. There were rumors of dragons and the return of the ancient gods, but she scoffed at these. The only god she worshiped was the black moon that only she and those of her Order could see.

With a sigh she drew her hood up so that it shadowed her face and pushed open the door. Immediately the sounds of boisterous talk and laughter greeted her. The talk quieted somewhat as she entered. She received looks of fear and distrust from the faces of the humans she passed. She lifted her chin in disdain. The scent of her spell components drifted behind her, despite the attempts of her perfume to mask it.

But there was one who did not seem as troubled as most of her passing. A Red Robed mage sat in a shadowy corner by the fireplace. The firelight danced upon his dark hair and sharp features. Ghyreian studied him from the shadows of her hood. There was something disquieting about him that she could not place.

Cursing her own overreacting mind, she waved the matter aside and took a seat in another shadowy corner of the inn. She cast baleful looks at those who glanced at her twice. Seeing the innkeeper, a large, round man, start to hesitantly approach her, she glared at him and he hastily shuffled away. She intended to share her privacy with no one this night, least of all with these short-lived, weak humans.

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(yep....no majere.... It`s Otik who is running the in and the war where Tanis and the others became famous hasn`t even started, but here few rumours can be flying around about it ok?)

Edwin spectated the black robed figure who came in and didn´t feel any disgust or hate as some would have because he didn`t take sides altough he had his own dark side. He was actually travelling to the highest tower of magic to find more about the dealings with the dead and gifts or necromancy, he had once sucked a soul inside his soulstone, which was tied around his neck with a red string. He took the stone and he couldn`t feel sorry for the poor soul inside, but this had to be done in order to achieve more power, he turned the stone in his hands and when it hit against the light he could almost see the man`s face, whose soul was trapped inside. A thief missing wouldn`t attract attention in Palanthas, actually the upkeepers of the law should be happy if they knew. He put it back and looked at the black robed figure who was now sitting in the corner and Edwin actually knew that the person was a mage when he or she had stepped in. He took his bottle and took a glass from counter and when he saw Otik approaching the mage in the corner he tapped him in the shoulder and pointed at the counter where he had a new customer, which got Otik to leave. Edwin smiled and sat besides the mage noticed this figure to be a she and an elf, he placed the glass in front of her and the bottle in the centre.

"Hello there....what`s your name sister, if I may ask?"

(This sister thing comes from the thing cause Raistlin at least speaks of his brotherhood so...)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Oh yeah, forgot to mention, 20 is in human years. And since Caramon isn't there, the elves sent Joan (which is not an elven name) away because she acts too humanly or something. (And we can pretend that it was wierd weather and the autumn was acting like winter cuz I forgot that this was before the War of the Lance)

Joan leaned against the wall, mad at the elves for sending her on a fool's errand. Were they trying to send her away or something? She shook it off. Ofcourse not! She was one of them, an elf.... She looked at the mages settling in. She looked around. She decided she would ride back, especialy with magic users around. She steeped one step closer to the door...
"Would you like some wine?" Otik's greedy grin made her disgusted. Well, might as well. She was tired from the journey through the absurd weather...
She tossed a steel coin over the counter and sat down with her wine and was surrounded by her own thoughts without any knowledge of what was happening around her...

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Ghyreian eyed the mage warily. She pulled the hood tighter over her head, making a hasty attempt to hide her exotic silver hair, which hung in many braids down her back, and her pointed ears. A second later she stopped. By the look on the human's face, he had already noticed her heritage. Making a play of ignoring him, she eyed the other customers at the Inn, most of which gave them a fairly wide berth. Nobody wanted to cross the paths of two unwelcome magic-users, especially a Red and Black Robe.

Suddenly the door to the Inn burst open. A gust of wind and rain swept inside, dimming the candles. A dozen armed soldiers stepped inside. The door banged shut behind them. The Innkeeper hustled over to attend to them before he was met by a blade to his throat.

One of the soldiers unrolled a scroll, declaring loudly, "By order of Hederick, the High Theocrat, a cleanse of the town is taking place. We are rounding up disciples of the Seeker gods, who are the true gods. Those who are do not support this religious order are to be put to death in the name of the Seekers." This was followed by angry mutterings, conveniently silenced as the soldiers unsheathed their swords.

Ghyreian, white with fury, stood. With a daring imbued by her rage, she said softly, "May the Abyss take you and your false god!"

The soldiers rounded on her, then hesitated as they noted the color of her robes and the other Red Robe caught in the situation beside her. But with a word from their commander they regained their composure and advanced.

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(No problemo... actually this is a great way to get some action...)

As soon the soldiers came into the inn Edwin grabbed his staff and began to keep it close to him with a slight smile on his face in case for emergency because some of these seekers hadn`t liked him in the past. Then the black robed elf woman besides him stood up and yelled.

"May the Abyss take you and your false god!"

Edwin sighed shaking his head and nodded to the elf as a mark of acceptance, then he spat on the ground looking at the seeker soldiers.

"I agree with her, go back before things get messy or only one of you will return to your precious Hederick with a message from me and then, that man will die in a horrible way."

The soldiers stopped and went quiet, but their leader encouraged them and Edwin sighs taking the bottle in his pocket and concentrates into a spell. It took few minutes and some of the soldiers were stuck in a spider web like mass, Edwin smiles slowing them down and then showing the way to the door with his hand opened towards it.

"Wish to finnish these jerks off or shall we go?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Ghyreian regarded the mage in astonishment which rapidly changed to a new respect. Without warning, she began to laugh. She saw the surprise on the mage's face, as well as the undisguised fear and shock on the faces of the townsfolk, and she laughed harder. Her laughter sounded hollow, mirthless even to her own ears. And not even amusement such as this could warm her icy silver eyes.

The remainder of the soldiers, swearing under their breaths, leapt to avenge their hurt pride. Ghyreian began chanting a spell and heard the Red Robe follow suit. Within moments the soldiers were met by a blast that nearly severed their heads from their bodies. This suggested to the rest of the witnesses to keep clear and not draw attention to themselves at all costs.

The situation would have been both satisfactory and grimly amusing had not five figures shrouded completely in black stepped into the Inn. An ominous aura of magic and power surrounded them, encasing them in evil. The Inn, which had been warm and cheery merely seconds ago, turned chill despite the blazing fireplace. Everyone immediately hushed. One of the black-robed figures caught a young man trying to sneak off out of the back door. A word of magic was hissed, and the man went up in flames without so much as a complaint. The stench of burning flesh was strong.

The black hooded strangers turned to Ghyreian and the Red Robe. From the depths of the dark hood, she caught a glimpse of scales and a faint impression of a gigantic lizard. Then it was gone, leaving her to wonder if it had been a trick of the light. One of the supposed lizardmen beckoned. "Come peacefully." His voice was deep and rasped in his throat. "You will report to Highlord Verminaard."

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The lizard figure shizzef at them and Edwin`s eye´s narrowed when he looked at the figure, he closed his pocket and began to lean on his staff slightly tired by his trip, but now it seemed that wouldn`t be allowed to rest after all.

One of the supposed lizardmen beckoned. "Come peacefully." His voice was deep and rasped in his throat. "You will report to Highlord Verminaard."

Edwin smiled to himself, it was too late to go back at the moment he sat to that table he was caght in this web and he could only go with the river. Besides he was very intrested of this highlord Verminaad then he took a relax stance and spoke to the lizardman.

"Now... Am I included in that word or are you speaking of the elf?" Edwin smiled wit a cunning look. "If I am then lead the way, but you will DIE if this is a trap or a trick." His eyes narrowed as he spoke and inside he was exited, but causious of this lizardman before him.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"If I am then lead the way, but you will DIE if this is a trap or a trick."

The lizardmen made a sound at this - a low gurgling sound in their throats. It took a moment for Ghyreian to comprehend that they were chuckling as if this were some cruel joke. They prodded their fellows and jeered in their gutteral tongue.

Switching to Common, he replied harshly, "No trap. No trick. You report to Lord Verminaard. If he is feeling merciful, he spares you. If not, you receive the the permission to feed his dragon." Again, he nudged his fellows.

Otik bustled forward, his face pleading. "Now see here, this is my Inn...." A second later he was sprawled on the floor, knocked unconscious by crude punch.

Ghyreian bowed her head humbly, came forward without protest. "I will come with you," she said in a low voice, attempting to mask her Silvanesti accent. Her hand drifted to her pouches. In her mind she prepared a spell.

The lizardman sniffed, as if placing some faint but distinctly unpleasant odor. His eyes, still hidden in the folds of his hood, strayed to Ghyreian. At last he recognized the smell that stank his nostrils and the nostrils of his comrades. "Elf!" he snarled and ripped back Ghyreian's hood. The dim light illuminated her pointed ears, her exotic features.

At that moment her head snapped up. Fanning her hands, she shouted a word of magic. Bolts of lightning streaked from her fingers and struck the nearest lizardman, who shrieked in pain and fury.

"This way!" she grabbed the Red Robe's sleeve and dragged him away, at the same time wondering why she was saving the life of this puny human who meant nothing to her.

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He pulled out of the grab of the elf and fled with her out of the door, he wouldn`t be ragged around by a woman in any sitsuation and he most definately didn`t want this. He rushed out of the door bumping down a brown robed man, he didn`t care and began to run down the stairs with the elf on his heels. He cursed the damn stairs, but inside praised lunitari for the light of the red moon and ran as fast as he could. He ran down to the horses and had to stop few guards talking to each others near the horses, he tried to play cool and walk by them with getting caught cause they had no reason to suspect him.

He and the elf got looks, but nothing hostile until the brown cloacked man looked down after going into the inn and shouted at the guards.

"Stop the mages! They have killed people up here! Kill them in the name of the seeker gods!" The man shouted fanaticly.

Edwin began to regret leaving the man be in his hurry and turned at the guards deciding, that there was no holding back and the raised his other hand while grabbed his medallion with his other hand. Besides it was a nice chance to try his necromantic abilities at these fools. He whispered the spell words as the men run at him and the elf was surely worried cause the guards stopped only few feet before them only to fall dead to the ground. Edwin coughed grasping breathing more heavy after the spell, but smiling because the amulet had stole the men`s souls and then he ran to the horses taking his own, but then he turned worried at the elf.

"Don`t say, that don`t have a horse?" Edwin was affraid, that they would have to share the horse and they would be reached fast if anyone decided to chace them.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!