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Allucard · #1 (**permalink**) 06-17-2009

DM: Allucard

Fall of Faust, (DnD Campaign)(OOC)

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Lvl. 4 Dina Hyanda (Silent Blade) ~~~ Deify by Disturbed

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Lvl 5. Percival Thrasius ~~~ Indestructable by Disturbed

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Lvl 2. Darklight Vyth ~~~ Animal I have Become by Three Days Grace

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Lvl 4. Jeffrey Lindale ~~~ This Moment by Disturbed

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Lvl 4. Riku Aizen ~~~ In Fate's Hands by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

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lvl 4.Andre Surefoot ~~~ The River by Good Charlotte

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CHAPTER I: Even the Best may Fall

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In the Nation of Khalla, there was a small city, Away from the rest of the world's Politics and troubles. It is nestled on the base of the Crahg Mountains, just where it turned and circled in. The City was naturally protected by this expanse of mountains, because othere than through the mountains; there was only a one hundred yard span of land where the mountains did not touch.

But being this detached from the rest of the nation, more adventurers where made here than anywhere else, many just to leave the place. This city was Vale. Vale had a population of about a hundred and fifty people, It had farmers and Guards and blacksmiths. It held its own.

Many children grew up knowing each other, growing into friends over time. The City had a great distribution of races, Humans found it likable, Elves found it quaint, Dwarves and gnomes found haven in the caves, and Half-orcs could hunt.

A shrill cry ran through through the streets as Lady Hamm, an elderly married woman in the farming buissiness with five children, cried into the town square. Her forehead was Bleeding and tears streamed down her face. "MY CHILDREN! THEY HAVE TAKEN MY HUSBAND AND CHILDREN!" A crowd began to draw as men began to comfort her. She screamed out cries of rewards and gifts to anyone who would rescue the captives.

The town had been having trouble with gnolls the past few weeks, but this was the worst. Everybody knew Lady Hamm, she lived a little closer to 'The Gate' than the other members of the town would like. But she was the kindest soul anyone could know. And now beaten and bruised and bloody she cried for her missing family.

A subtle breeze in the wind blew the grass in the plains letting a ripple like liquid go through the fields.

Zinlor · #2 (**permalink**) 06-17-2009

Dina Hyanda a blue eyed silver haired elven ranger. Was bartering with a merchant at his stall. When heard the woman’s cry for help. “I bet that bow could kill off some of those gnolls.” The merchant said.

“Well it’s a nice bow and all. But I just don’t seem to have the gold for it.” Dina Hyanda admitted. “Tell you what if you help her out you can keep it.” The merchant told him. “Ill take that deal.” Dina said as he took the long bow. Just as he started to leave. “You’ll need this too.” The merchant tossed him a quiver of arrows.

Dina caught them and made his way to the woman. “The gnolls have taken your loved ones. I will do the best I can to bring them back to you safely.” He told her.

Dagnir en Gurtha · #3 (**permalink**) 06-17-2009

Vyth, as he preferred to be known, walked down the street thinking to himself, "Darklight? What a horrid name, why couldn't mom have chosen something like James or George? Cliche would be better then Darklight." It was his first name but he told everyone to call him Vyth, his last name, because he liked it better then his first. He had been up late trying to convince a girl he had met at a bar to go out with him, and he had just woke up when he heard a scream, and was now walking down the street to find out what had happened.

When Vyth saw Lady Hamm crying and yelling for help, he ran the rest of the way to her. "Miss Hamm, calm down, please. Tell me what happened, I'll be happy to help I just want to know what happened."

Omega · #4 (**permalink**) 06-17-2009

Percival Thrasius, once the pampered son of a nobleman, now a paladin in a city with danger lying just outside it's borders. He was a powerful looking human being, and even more so looking in his scale armor. There was a distinct problem though, this place was dull.

From many places he had heard of the dangers and adventures of this city, but since he had been here there had been nothing interesting going on. It was just another of many cities. Sure, each city was unique but this one was supposed to be unique in it's chances for.

Suddenly, Percival heard a woman's scream cry through the air. With his hand on his sword he rushed down a city street and turned a corner to see a woman in the town square. She was clearly hurt and in very great distress. Pushing his way through the crowd Percival tried to get to her ad see what was wrong.

Kumosabe · #5 (**permalink**) 06-18-2009

An elf boy walked into the town square, the wind whipping his white-blue hair a bit to the side. Not quite an adult yet, but not a child either, the elf had a staff belted to his back and the pack on top of the staff seemed to weigh him down a bit. He had eyes the same white-blue as his hair and appeared physically weak, but his eyes darting around in their sockets like writhing snakes, scrutinizing everything they landed on suggested his mind was in no such atrophy. His name was Termara, though for someone named endurance he certainly was panting and sweating a lot.

He had left his home after a serious arguement with his mother on how he should wield his powers. She believed it needed the guidance of a wizard's hand, while he raged that wizardry was for the untalented. Eventually Termara had left in a huff, rage coursing through his body. He left the woods and eventually came to the town of Vale, mostly because of how out-of-the-way it was but also to meet up with a group to adventure with, or someone willing to teach him the finer points of sorcery.

Termara looked up with white-blue eyes at the sound of a screaming woman in the street. The lady was clearly hysterical, and judging from what she was screaming it was little wonder. He walked closer to the woman and listened intently to the story...

Allucard · #6 (**permalink**) 06-18-2009

Ms. Hamm clung to Darklight, her voice weak and sobbing. "Please help me! They came from the gate, pplease stop them." She cried watching Dina stalk off to the gnoll camp. Her face fell into her hands and she began to bawl. Jordan Sil, Tavern owner and local good samaritan stood on a stall that had been set up nearby. His gruff brown beared shook as he spoke. "Those who bring back the gnoll chief's head will recieve a lifetime supply of Ale from my Tavern, along with my thanks." He called. Though even with this bribery, none of the townspeople moved.

The murmurs from the crowd and anxious looks gave the gathering an ominous air, after several moments Jordan called out again. "No one? Maybe if our reward were larger?" A stall owner raised above the others. "Any weapon of their choice from my stall!" "And a horse!" The owners began to chime in. But still no one moved.

Zinlor · #7 (**permalink**) 06-18-2009

Dina stopped and thought for a moment. If he were going to get these gnolls. He would probably need help. He quickly returned to the scene. “I Have decided to go and rid this town of our problem with the gnolls!” He said loudly to the crowd. “But I can not go alone it is much to dangerous for one man to take alone.”

He scanned the crowd for men seemed strong enough to take on this challenge with him. First he looked to the man she held on to sobbing. He put his hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “If you truly want to help her come with me.” He looked back to the crowd. He saw the man in scalemail. Pushing his way throw.

Dina pointed to him. “You look like tough adventurer. You could help as well.” He talk loudly so that he could hear him over the crowd. He looked back into the crowd. “Are there any more men willing to join us!?”

Kumosabe · #8 (**permalink**) 06-18-2009

Termara grinned at the hman's proclomation. He'd barely been in town ten minutes and he already had something interesting to do! He hadn't even found an Inn to stay at yet. He laughed and stepped forward. "Can i come as well? I've been itching for a good scrap all day."

He wouldn't be very useful in a hand-to-hand fight, but he was a spellcaster, that was to be expected. He just hoped no elf would notice his youth (for an elf, anyway. Most of the humans here probably had grandparents younger than him), though he doubted that they could stop him anyway.

Dagnir en Gurtha · #9 (**permalink**) 06-18-2009

"Miss, don't worry, I'll bring your children back." Vyth got up slowly, making sure Miss Hamm didn't fall over without his support, and looked to the elf next to him. "You have my knife, elf, let's get going before the gnolls get hungry and decide her kids taste good." He started walking out of town, stopping once he got outside the crowd to wait for the elf. thinking, "Come on, no one else is coming, lets just get moving."

Allucard · #10 (**permalink**) 06-18-2009

The Three of you travel south towards 'the Gate' leaving the town and crossing the fields. It a brisk jog you pass Miss Hamm's house. The door is blown off its hinges, the chairs on the front porch crushed and it looks generally ransacked. It doesn't take long to reach the gate. And just outside it you can see the gnoll encampment. The sun is at its peak and you can hear music in the camp. The wind blows smoke from the camp to the west. There seem to be a few guards on duty, but only a few. The closest of the guards has a waraxe and a light wooden shield with a sheathed javelin on his back. He and another gnoll seem to be talking in gnollish and laughing their heads off.

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