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I'm going on a vacation for a week so I will probably miss one deadline. I'll be back to posting Thursday 5th.


Okay Lok, thanks for letting me know, have a great time!
Hi guys,

Could you please delete this post please - roleplayerguild.com/posts/5549272

To be more specific (in case the link doesn't work):

Casual Board - The War for Mytheria - And it's the 2nd-to-last post in the IC - User name; @Ghosthowl

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I believe the user is connected to one of our players, in the RP, but does not have permission to post and clearly does not know the rules. Thanks for your help.


A City Under Siege: Valhiem - Day 5 of 9


The Enemy Encampment: The General's Pavillion


General Saladin stood in front of the small portal, his head bowed for the entire duration of the end of his meeting.

"Understood, Your Majesty. A thousand apologies, once more.......... yes, of course......... it won't happen again, I assure you..........Ye- ...........I-"

The portal, looking like a magic mirror floating in stasis, suddenly disappeared before Saladin could speak again. He finally lifted his head and just stood there for a moment. The only sign of his nerves was the quick adjustment of his collar that was starting to feel a little too tight.

He called for his two best mages. One an expert in Divination magic, the other in Alteration. He also called for his Under-General. He ordered the tent to be magically sealed away from outside Source. Then he had the tent swept for anything that didn't belong.

Afterwards:

"We have a leak." The two mages' eyes widened. His Under-General bared his teeth with quiet anger, showing the fangs of a vampire. "The enemy knows the day we planned to attack. It is undetermined how much information they have gleaned of the specifics." His eyes flicked to each one with the natural suspicion of a man who has lived amongst evil for many years. Then he turned his back on them and folded his arms behind his back. "But not to worry. We will use this to our advantage. And our new plan will stay between us only. So..." He turned his head slightly. "...if anything else gets out, I only have to kill you three."

"We should attack tonight," the Under-General mused. "The looks on their faces would be worth it alone."

Saladin knew he still wanted to drain the overall magical capability of Valhiem's forces. But it wasn't a bad idea. "Patience, Viktor. We will shatter their expectations and their morale. But not yet. Listen closely..."

The City of Valhiem


While overall spirits were dwindling as the countdown to war continued, there were several bright candles in the dark that brought the light of hope.

Word of the young Druid, Adam Phillips had spread across Golden Tree Park and the Industrial Complex. The foreigner's commitment to honest, hard work was respected and inspiring to all. The other Druid's had begun to follow suit, little by little, over the last couple of days, taking up axes and helping load carts when their magic had run out. Michael Fern, leader of this branch of the defense, was more than impressed and had even mentioned Adam in his evening report to The Citadel, noting with some amazement that Adam alone had boosted wood production by more than 10%. In terms of tree growth, he was the equivalent of 5 Druids.

James had gone from being sneered at when he first arrived, to being greeted at the entrance of The Academy on arrival each morning, to see if he wanted a coffee, breakfast or required any extra tools or materials for his experiments. All the people relevant to Clarissa knew him by name, and those not familiar addressed him as Mr Sirius. The Heads of the Departments and the President all were putting their hopes in the genius and intuition of their new tag team: Shields and Sirius.

Across the Military Centre and all the way up to The Citadel, it had become well understood that the most powerful Captains of the Garrison were the four members of Second Chance. While the very new Adventurer Party had only just reached Silver Rank, this piece of information was easily identifiable as the least pertinent fact about them. What mattered more was that they'd completed a Gold Ranked Contract. What also mattered was that there were no other Adventurers in the city who could claim they had won a Platinum Bounty. Barracker Kassel, Fenna Postma, MacKensie Trydant and Zell Brooks were boosting morale across the rank-and-file and up the chain of command.
So many amazing posts for Day 2 of the preparations! I've been floored by every one of you. Fantastic work, guys.
Please, I need to know the DC for the Finsiraya persuasion check! And the roll result too, please xD


This "negotiation for a discount" has escalated wildly! Lol.

Alright:

-Starting DC for the potential shortcut to an end-game weapon (yes, I see your agenda) Finsiraya: (20)

-No notable persuasion or charisma attributes alluded to in bio, but an established inability to lie and endearing sense of honour and honesty (DC -1)
-Totally not leaning on Gildor because of the siege :P (DC -1)
-Extremely cool, unique and well described weapon (DC -1)
-MacKensie lagging behind all of her companions in overall power. I'll give you (DC -2) for this.

-Final DC of (15) to pass.
-Very creative idea of "a loan contract through the Adventurer's Guild" to justify this entire thing (Roll with Advantage)

Drum roll.....................

D20 dice roll. First attempt:

(13)

Ouch!

Second attempt:

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:O

:O

(2)

Wow. Sorry about that, Zool. If it's any consolation, you passed the check on the cheaper crossbow. We should be able to work something out for Finsiraya, later down the line in the story.

Sorry again!


Early in the morning, official messengers were deployed from the Citadel all over Valhiem to get instructions to the leaders of the 6 Adventurer Parties that were located in various places.

The message was simple:

-All Druid Class Adventurers and Earth Domain magic users are to make their way to Golden Tree Park and report to Wartime Industrial Officials there.

-All magic users of other Domain’s are to make their way to The Academy and report to the first available Academy Official.

-All those of every Class not included above are to report to Valhiem’s Military Centre.


Aside from this, there was a special message for James Sirius:

-Clarissa Shields has requested your presence at The Academy.

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By around 10am, all members of the 6 Adventurer Parties in Valhiem were gathered in their designated locations...



Michael Fern was in charge of the Military Industrial Branch of the siege. He was coordinating all of the teams for the purposes of creating scaffolding, trebuchets, city-street blockades, gate reinforcements and other things.

Druids, both non-Adventurers and those coming from the Adventurer Parties, were organized to grow Oak Trees. Other workers would gather acorns for further planting. Lumberjacks were on hand to fell the trees.

On site were machine operators to create workable lumber from the trees and transports were in place to get the lumber to industry.

Michael Fern was there to greet the summoned Druid Adventurers and briefed on their task to join in the process.

“This work will run all the way up to the day of the assault,” Michael explained. “Everyone here is a volunteer, working together for our survival. But that does not mean that you must commit all of your waking hours. We understand that your magical reserves will limit your contribution in lumber creation and you must have your rest, mental and physical. As adventurers, you are not obligated to commit any of your time here. But Valhiem thanks you for anything you can contribute.



James would be escorted to the lab where Clarissa and her team were trying to work with the Mysterious Cube that Second Chance had first delivered to Valhiem, by request of Commander Vadim of the village of Hommas. After the two were introduced by the escort, Clarissa would get straight to the point.

“I’ve asked for you on the recommendation from trusted sources that you are uniquely intelligent and gifted.” She gestured to the cube that was being held in magical stasis amidst different kinds of machinery and computers. “This is technology beyond Mytheria. And you being from beyond Mytheria, puts you in a unique position to help us by providing an intellectual perspective that none of us have.”



Once all of the Adventurers were gathered at the Military Centre, Vice Commander Jeremiah came to meet them and thanked them for their presence.

“When the time for battle comes, the defense will be coordinated from Citadel Mountain by Commander Thorn using Voice Amplification to distribute overarching commands throughout our three sections; The East Flank, Centre and West Flank. Each section will be have some autonomous control by a General, who will interpret the overarching commands in context of their situation.”

He led them out onto the massive yard where soldiers were marching, going through disciplinary exercises and training. However, there were 2000 soldiers stood to attention in blocks of 100 each, waiting on Vice Commander Jeremiah and the Adventurers.

“To spread the power of our Source Crystal Users, each of you will Captain 100 men. It will be for you to fight with them, lead them and help reiterate instructions from the Chain of Command.”

The entire city garrison of 4000 men were divided into these blocks but the other half of the army had been given Captains already. Each block was not it’s own separate entity, nonetheless it was given a flag and a name for the purposes of communication.

The Vice Commander would introduce each Adventurer to a block, who would salute their new Captain. Each block would be briefed; firstly on the specific position in the city streets to gather and form up upon hearing the sounding of the alarm. Each block would be given their position amongst the East Flank, Centre and West Flank. Maps for the city were handed out, each marked with chokepoints, wall-access points and other pertinent information.

Each Captain would be given full discretion to train, prepare or address their block however they wanted. Melee and Ranged status was given to all blocks, requiring all soldiers to hold appropriate weapons for the possible range of instructions that came from the Chain of Command.


“Excuse me Lucy, could you please show me how to send a message using the Source Mail? I'd like to send something to my friend Glee and I've only used it to view the one from yesterday. Of course, if you're busy now, I can come back later.”

Lucy waved away the politeness. "Not at all, young sir. If you'd like to follow me, I'll take you through everything."

Lucy showed Adam how to use the client holo-screens to navigate his profile and access the Source Comm.

"And if you just hit that symbol there, you'll open up a new Comm to write." Lucy waited for Adam to touch the screen, then explained the presentation of the next screen that popped up. Fortunately, Adam would find himself quite familiar with the process, as it was remarkably similar to sending emails. "Here is where you enter the name of the Adventurer Party. Ooo... True Grade," she realised. "I see you've become familiar with one of the more famous Party Names of this era." She raised her eyebrows as she nosily inquired. "Friends in high places? Or just a fan?"

However Adam answered, Lucy explained that entering just a letter or two of the first name of the recipient would automate the rest. Source Code connected everything in Mytheria, but no men and women were more connected than those crystal bearers who whose to be Adventurers.

"I'll let you have some privacy, Adam. If you need anything, just shout down and I'll come back up."

With that, Adam was left alone to send his message. It would be some number of days before True Grade arrived at the northern fortress, Fornost, and Glee the famous Diamond Tier Druid would have a chance to connect to the system and see the message, but it would be waiting for him when he did.


Lucy and Terence stopped their conversation to look at MacKensie, neither unable to get a word in as the woman rattled off an entire speech about her innocence and honor. When the lady was done, there was a pregnant pause before Lucy and Terence burst out laughing.

"By the Quinity, you are utterly adorable," Lucy said as their laughter died down.

With decades in the business, seeing a lot of different classes and reading about a lot of different abilities, to say nothing of knowledge that Polymorph Potions were not an impossiblity, it was not so far-fetched that MacKensie was telling the truth. Lucy also had enough experience with people to be perceptive of the fact that this Ranger's mannerisms, facial expression and overall demeanour felt nothing like the MacKensie Trydant she'd thrown out of the building, a few nights previous.

And so, with MacKensie's strange accent, snobbish indignation and yet heartfelt, pained plea, all wrapped up in a petite, cute little package, Lucy felt like it was too transparent and hilarious not to be true.

"Hmmm," Lucy mused playfully. "What do you think, Tee?"

Terence, the barkeep and long-time friend of Lucy, was already on the same page. Not that he was comfortable in a 'reasonable certainty' like Lucy. But he could tell that the Guildmaster had made up her mind and so he just played along.

"Hmmm." He leaned on the bar and scrutinized MacKensie, thumbing through his handlebar mustache. "A tall tale, the lady's tellin."

They didn't leave the Ranger hanging too long before both chuckling again. Lucy nodded. "Alright. I believe you. Just tell your friends to behave themselves. I don't care what world you came from, I'll take you out of this one if you break any more of my furniture," she warned with a smirk. "Is there anything else we can do for you, or was it just your stained reputation that you needed sorting out?"

Whenever MacKensie was out of earshot and Terence was back to work, he recited the phrase he'd heard to himself. "I have not forgotten the face of my father. Heh." He liked that. Even at his age, he always and had always liked to think that he had become a good, principled man like his own father. He'd never heard such a saying, but he understood it instantly and made him like MacKensie for the words and seriousness she said them with.


Sunrise saw activity in the city slowly start to pick up. Across these early hours of daylight, more and more citizens were leaving their homes to head to work, casting anxious glances up at the north-eastern sky barrier that was under a steady bombardment.

Everyone had been told to continue on with their lives until the time came to be called up the mountain. It was difficult, but seeing as there was no escape from the city, all they could do was follow the State of Emergency Laws in place, that had been delivered through the militia door-knocking, newspapers and the magi-tech speaker system in town squares, bazaar and other population-dense hotspots.

For those whose work required them to go outside Valhiem's walls, such as farmers, people of the churches, huntsman and woodsmen, most had been repurposed for the steady flow of distrubtion traffic up and down Citdel Mountain. Food and supplies were being delivered up to the Citadel in droves and the various municpal buildings: Halls of the Court, Academy Classroom Halls, and virtually any large enough sheltered area were being turned into areas where people could stay for the duration of the coming the battle. Other smaller rooms and buildings around Citadel Mountain were used for food storage.

A Courier came down the mountain with Fenna's Spear, MacKensie's Gauntlet and the mysterious trinkets of James and Adam. She delivered them to The Mended Drum with a very short letter bearing the wax seal of The Academy. It simply thanked Second Chance for their cooperation.

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The analysis of all items that Second Chance had offered up to Second Chance had ended up pulling all four Heads of Department in to help Identify them. They met in the morning with the President.

"Nothing?" the President Jordash Sigmar repeated. "Nothing at all?"

Only Enio Ivey shook his head. The other 3 Department Heads would not condescend to do so. However, there were a few comments.

"I would have believed that they were trying to decieve us, and that the items were mundane," Reginald De Wran stated. "But Source certainly connects with them on a magical level. But-"

"Not through any Elemental Domain," Clarissa interrupted.

"Thank you, Clarissa," Reginald loudly, dripping with anger and sarcasm. "Your interruptions are always necessary."

Clarissa looked oblivious to the obvious anger, but she was really just ignoring the gnome. "I used a special prototype Identification Tool I've been working on and managed sense something." Everyone was intrigued. "But upon further inspection, it's just Source Code biographical information of the owners. All information that can easily be brought up on Magi-Tech software by simply scanning their crystals."

"Well that is more than we found," Director Yddral Rowan said. "My best loremasters couldn't activate a single item. We are looking into any possible similar equipment or jewellery recorded in our archives."

"The more I hear..." the President started. "...the more I am starting to believe the High Septum."

No one outright agreed, but no one rejected the notion either. This was all so outlandish, yet no logical explanations could better fit the appearance of Second Chance or their rapid rise in Ascension. Although Reginald and Clarissa stayed silent, it was they who already believed Areleth. They also were the only ones in the room who were part of the secret and illegal Ressurection of Clive Michel.
Um... hello.


Hey buddy! We are tentatively open to newcomers, even at this stage in the story. I will PM you to talk further about you joining our group!
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