Legends of the Pink Clan

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Old stories, made new (24Apr07 14:41 Local)

The shadows moved about today of their own ovulation in the wizard's tower. Blue Teal colored eyes darted about, looking everywhere for danger, finding nothing and suspecting everything. Black silk cloth covered the shadow with care, showing off it's lithe feminine lines. Soft velvet shod shoes touched cool stone and fabric as the little adventuress known as 'Emi!' tip toed across the wide room of her mother's workroom, intent on typical mischief on a sunny afternoon.

When the wizard yelled as she closed the door, 'Me is going shopping!', the shadow knew she had her chance to expose herself to the wizard's secrets. She had little trouble popping her mother's lock, and even felt less troubled by the deed. She knew enough to avoid her parent's ire (and loved her enough to avoid temptation for anything else). She simply wanted to read her mother's journal some. Nothing more, nothing less (but maybe, she could put on her make up stuff?)

The object of her 17 years worth of desires rested on her mother's work table, amid the typical disasters that most practicing mages were used to, organized to only their individual eyes. Emilia giggled softly and climbed up the tall chair before looking at the open book finally. Unlike the furniture elsewhere in Millia's tower, the wizard effects here were human sized and Millia chose not to replace them for some reason unknown nor unfathomable to Emilia. It took some standing and then kneeling to be sure she could reach the book safely.

Smallish hands took the time to turn each page with care and she continued to read about her mother's adventures for some time before she came across a section written a little differently that previously. The runes were still Elvish (almost all of mother's work was inked in Elvish, from her magical formula for spells down to her maps and logs) but didn't have that familiar flow Emilia associated with her mother's. 'Who wrote this?', she wondered to herself. It wasn't aunt Soppi, nor uncle Willimac, nor did it appeared to inked by any elves she knew offhand.

'JenWa?' The hin murmured to herself. She knew from discussions with her mother that the foreign born sorceress was a very close friend of hers, having shared in many adventures across the realms in their time. It seems this particular story was of her making. Her strokes put into each rune were equally as strong as her mother's, and she recalled the story about how well you wrote indicated how good an individual you were, supposedly.

'I must be cyric's left teat then', surmised the hin, her smirk huge as she considered her own writing skills as anemic at best. A bard, Emilia wasn't, lacking the patience and desire to entertain other that her parent possessed in bundles. But she did love her mother's exploits, a useful guide to what possibly awaited her outside Haven Hill's gates. And so as she read the familiar but equally enjoyable script, she started to learn another aspect of her 'Old hag crone of a mother'…


The Bleached Bone Pass (Wed May 17, 2006 8:51 am)

JenWa watched with horror as the stone giant began tossing boulders in Valdur's direction. The wizard's protections managed to shrug off most of the impacts, but their towering opponent, the tallest giant they had encountered so far, would be tough one to defeat.
The twang of a bow string echoed accompanying a '12!' as the hin Millia fired another of her rapidly dwindling supply of bolts at the giant, the projectile impacting on it's already bloody left thigh.

The sorceress of Mystra sighed once again, as she sent another wolf against their enemy and prepared to unleash waves of magical energies. She prayed it would be enough to make it fall...

Less than a minute later, heart still pounding, the sorceress wiped her face and gazed at the fallen giant. While the others made sure it was dead, she grumbled something under her breath. After facing corrupt Zhent guards, a Graypeak Goblin camp in a abandoned keep, maze-like mountain paths, a few humanoids and a handful of hill giants, she was beginning to think this journey to Loudwater may not be such a good idea...

Apparently, giants liked to ambush the pass. The trio decided that safety was paramount above all else and they finished their journey under invisibility before collapsing from exhaustion in a remote elven settlement. The settlement as alert for battle but allowed the party to rest within sight of the settlement. Valdur considered this odd but the party was too spent to move onward. As she laid down her bedroll, she grumbled a few choice words for Loxy and Arana then quickly fell asleep.

Her mind wandered strange paths and she had an unusual dream, in which the confused fey dragon, Max'ural, (Millia's familiar) was being scolded by the paladin Nicha for apparently eating his mistress.

JenWa awoke, her mood still not improved. As she turned towards the loudly-snoring pink-haired hin, a smile crept to her lips. She pulled a tiny ink bottle from her packs and set to work on Millia, muffling back her giggles. Upon finishing her penmanship, she put her supplies away and curled back to sleep, delighted and content…

Emilia found it difficult to control her laughter. 'Magic Moon Ink? This was something i have to get my hands on!'. She looked towards the window to gauge the time of day and exclaimed curse. 'I'm late!' She jumped from the high chair with grace born of excitement. With thoughts now racing about her tardiness with a certain amorous hin boy, Emilia never saw her mother standing there before her until she smacked into her mother's frame.

As Emi held her bruised nose with one hand, she looked to the annoyed face her mother always gave her, Millia's hands on her hips with that peculiar 'Me caughts you snippy!' expression saved almost exclusively for her (currently upper) middlest daughter. It seems the Thomas boy would have to wait for his fix of Quicken Stoutfolk tail for another night….

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In between the lines (1May07 11:06AM Local)

This 'JenWa' story occures during the story, "Awaken the Mother's Bear", to better explain certain events… as well as show one way to plug the mighty mouth of woah. It occurs exactly between the 1st and second acts of the story, originally...

The sorceress JenWa was sitting comfortably by the fire when the child prodigy Persephone came back with a impressively large platter of food. JenWa brought one eye brow up, surprised in deed about something. "You planning on eating -all- that, dear?"

"It's for sleepy head over there. I know how much I can eat… I also can guess on how much she can, too." The girl pointed to another chair where a small ball lied curled up. Soft snores could be heard just over the din of the afternoon crowd. "By the way. Myrkyr says that someone donated enough money to build a place that /isn't/ the temple for us." The girl's smile was infectious.

"That is good." JenWa nodded and smiled. "Nulen mentioned something like that…"

"And /gawds/ would it be nice to not have to wake up because old men are staggering around to pray. Almost all men, too! Where'm I supposed to learn how to be a lady if there aren't any around?" The child prodigy made an effort to folds her arms across her flat chest. JenWa in response nearly coughed up her food in mirth. It was then that Millia took notice to fart once, before scratching herself. Persephone made a effort to point at the hin especially. "And most of the ones passing through do things like that!"

JenWa was grinning through her bread before outright laughing out loud. "Well... if you want my honest opinion, being a lady is over-rated."

"Well... I'm sure there's something between prim and proper and... thaaaat." The child frowned as her continued to make use of Millia's normal nature, who once more tooted in the breeze..

""True. Eveningstar is a only a village. But once you have grown up a bit, perhaps you will want to head to Arabel?" Jen took the time to place her plate back on the table. "I have never spend much time there myself. I can tell you to avoid the sewers, however." JenWa grinned weakly and exhaled once. "But I am certain you already knew that."

The child was buttering a piece of toast as she wrinkled her nose. "What kind of loony would go into /sewers/ anyway?" JenWa laughed aloud but Persephone continued. "I mean... isn't that where all of the streets drain? The streets where chamber pots are emptied? And horses walk over?"

JenWa lowered her fork and reached down the front of her dress and pulled forth into view a amulet. "Well, that does not make it appealing, but sometimes, strange things happen down there…" She eyes glazed over a moment as she remembered events from long ago. "Over a decade ago, I bought this amulet at a magic shop in Arabel. Right before we headed down in the sewers on a contract with an old lady."

"Oooh, I heard about that shop. I hear a creepy old man in dark robes with big glass tubes in every direction runs it. Wait. You took a job to go into the sewers? "

The sorceroress nodded as she explained. "Well, Amy and Corwyn did, actually. But we all decided to go, if only to keep an eye on them." Persephone tilted her head in confusion were as Millia opened one eye upon hearing the name 'Amy'. JenWa smiled weakly then. "Amy Woodwalker, the best hin scout I have met. Scary but loyal. I have not seen her in years.... And *sighs* Corwyn Eskalas, fighter, mage and dear elven friend.

It was then that Millia crawled upwards, arched her head high, mouth opening wide and the sudden inhale that gave JenWa all the warning she required. Her hands covered her ears, but still caught the child unawares as she looked at the hin with sudden alarm. The air pressure dropped, the candles flickered and Millia completed her inhale….. And exhaled to the impact of several hurricanes and other natural disasters.
"yyyrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..... "The hin smacked her lips, sniffled the air and murmured: "Me smells piggy....who haves piggy paddies?"

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It was well after Millia was admonished by the Inn keep upon further threat, as well as having shared some of Persephone's meal (who wareily kept her distance from the mouth that roared), before JenWa continued on her tale of woah…

"At some point.... After fighting bandits…. Oozes… some undead…. after we had exhausted all our spells, potions and were mostly bloody pulps... a shadowy figure came up to us... It asked us why we were causing trouble in its realm. It let us leave with the magic bag, /after/ we gave out 200 lions."

Persephone, true to form was very engaged, having asked a myriad of questions on JenWa. "Shadowy like magic or shadowy like really tan in a dark room?"

Jen nodded, adding with a slight smile as well, when Millia offered a slight snort. "Shadowy like we could not see what it really was. Other than vaguely humanoid…"

"Ooooh. Creepy. Maybe it was the creepy guy from the magic shop." The child prodigy was quick to add with a smile (which made Millia blink twice in recognition), as Jen continued: "Hmmph... I doubt that but... The old crone did finally came to get her bag. She paid us a little more than what we had to pay to flee the sewers. Then she opened the bag.... And... she pulled out…"

Jen then mimicked the hand gesture with two fingers pulling out something small. "A strawberry…". She could not help but scowl at this admittance and Millia took this as a story untold, but she also couldn't help but lick her lips anyway.

Persephone was wide eyed and grinning however. "Maybe it was a /really/ good strawberry! Or…" Her eyes seem to sparkle at that moment. "Maybe it was a MAGIC... oh..."

Jen could not help smirking then. "Yes, I CERTAINLY hope it was.... " She then wagged her finger in empathis. "But... only the bag was magical, not the fruit. Well... As the simplest explanation is often the best... I think she was simply a crazy old crone." She makes a crazy gesture around her temple to make her point clear. "Yes, Millia?"

Millia had raised her hand in question. "Uh.... me is confused? Old bag hire you to get bag.... for.... 'tray~berry.... yes? what is lesson in this, Jen-Jen?"

"Only fight undead for magic fruit?" Persephone nodded unsurely enough to which JenWa could only offer laughter at first.

"Do not go down Arabel's sewers. ((it was Twisted's crazy dungeoncrawl)) But that amulet was a good investment." All three then got up and waved to the serving wench to clear their dishes…

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"So are you two gonna be here for longer this time?" Persephone was looking around as Millia and JenWa were busy putting their things together, ready to travel again. Jen shrugged and looked to Millia a second, who had other matters to worry about, at the moment...

"We came to check on you and the others. The general idea was to head west after that. Millia has gifts to give to Melissa as well." The hin nodded her pink haired head enthusiastically while Persephone kicked her feet slowly in fret. "Oh... okay."

"Is there something the matter?"

The child looked up with a slight smile. "It's just that we get to missin' you…?"

Jen was about to reply when she heard the sharp inhale, characteristic of a hin sized sneeze. Millia was already into the effort, arms wide, eyes closed mouth opening wide. Persephone was covering her ears when JenWa held her staff in front of Millia's mouth. Ahaaaa..a...........ahhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggg….. gggggggggggggggggggggghHH… AaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... ", To which the sorceroress, with the tip of her staff, twapped the hin in her mouth, mid sneeze.

The result was chaos in physical form.

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Dunman Kiriag was true to his word as he guarded the entrance of his inn, after escorting the hin outside, with a broom. "I'd warned you the last time. You're disturbing the other customers. Probably best if you left and dunna come back, les' you get those allergies taken care of!" The hin rubbed her bruised lips and managed a plaintiff whimper. "bu-bu-bu.... but... but!", She stammered with great alarm and shock at this turn of events.

"No Buts about it, lass. I gave you a warning the first time." The inn keep folded his arms across his expansive chest and his gaze clearly meant business. JenWa could only giggle at her friend's plight. "Let's go see the others." Millia scowled then and turned away to march down the road. The hin managed to grumble in hin, "[Hin] Me is DUNGman fart-fart whimper! Me use hair wipe!" JenWa followed behind her friend smiling widely, while Persephone watched her with guarded opinion…

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Random book scraps: Entries written in a hin's journal (4May07 07:06 AM Local)

In the Village of Shadowdale:

-Recovery- (Find the tome 'On the bleaching of colors' for Lord Pierren Jarna. He asked me for a book that supposedly lies lost in spooky and deadly Castle Krag. He was willing to pay 100 coins for the book's recovery.)

In the Twisted Tower (Taskings) (5050):

-Scout- (Find Black Tooth Orcs Camp) Northern portion of vale, not near village but dangerous....close to forest edge of the Cormanthor and Myth Drannor.

-Scout- (Find Blood Fang Goblins) These goblins have been a pain of late. check out their camps, located south of the Ashaba River...

-Scout- (Find Blue Eye Kobolds) The kobold scout group had long ago retreated away. Where they are or if they even are alive are unclear.

-Scout- (Find Brown Cape Orcs) The Orc tribe's encampment just north of town remains empty though bandits and other villains sometimes use this site.

-Scout- (Find Dark Shadow Hobgoblins) A clan of Hobbies occupy old abandoned mines in the East Vale. Report but do not Engage.

-Scout- -Diplomatic- (Find Small Sparrow Kobolds) Several farms in the Valley have been raided by Kobolds. They are located roughly west of the Valley into the hills. The raids may or may not be done by these kobolds, seeming content to live in peace. Confirm by negotiation their intent. Then gain a agreement of association with them.

-Scout- (Find White Sparrow Goblins) They moved into a cave to the south of the Dale, rather close to the Southern Patrol road but proven to be a non violent clan.

-Scout- (Find Gold Hair Giants) Find their camp as they are considered a threat. Located a few miles east of Shadowdale and inland from the River Asheba, they are loyal to the Cormanthor Drow in the region.

-Scout- (Find Stout Hair Goblins) Gobbies spotted by hunters in the East Vale. confirm and report their camp.

-Scout- (Wild Boar Orcs) A slowly building up clan, looked far north near the Cormanthor near Myth Drannor. Locate and Report.

-Diplomatic- (Getting allegiance from remote farm) A settlement deep in the SD Valley. Lord Fancypants want confirmation of their allegiance to SD and count on them in a crisis. Grudgingly, she got the 'mayor' to agree. Eventually a mute point as goblinoids took over this settlement and reinforced it.

-Combat- No jobs on the Lord's Docket

-Investigation- (Missing farmers) The less said about the emble family affair, the better.

-Patrols- (Patrol North, South, East, West roads) Patrol the major routes and arteries from SD, inspect each marker post on route, 11 check points in all.

Coaster Taskings:

-Scout- (Scout Bandit camp) Bandit's have been aggravating the Coasters. Locate their camp for future 'police' action. Well into the lower mountains/tree line...

-Scout- (Scout Red Maw's camp) Lizards harassing the trade routes southbound. Find the camp, west in the swamps... The Warders of Merrywood are aware of this creatures as well….

-Scout- (Scout Black Rock's camp) Ogres in the mountains to the south. Find, Attack only if you're dumb, no bonuses for it.

While patrolling up north near the Cormanthor/Myth Drannor forest:

-Pinner Farm- (Kobold harassment) Bron Pinner asked me to deal with a Kobold tribe in cave near them. And me asked again, him sir him want little hin take on dozens many kobbies…. And me tells him him smell cow fart much!

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-Somewhere in Missledale, near the Semberford Forest, lies a spookie, abandoned mysterious tower...

-While in Ashabenford-

Arhlo (Arhlo's fine Flasks) needs apples from Victor (The Velvet Veil). he'll pay 10 coins for the chore and 10 coins for the load of apples. Me no clue why.

Mage's Guild (Return a book) I returned a book to Pierren Jarna, the book store owner in Northeastern Shadowdale, and was given 10 platinum coins for my efforts.

-6100- Shops of interest

Lhuin's Fine Leathers-
Kauvaera's Stables-
Ashabenford Arms Inn-

-6200- Shops of interest

White Heart Inn-
Harbormaster Office-
Harbor Storage-
Ashabenford Pier-
North Gate-

-6201-Riders of Missledale HQ Taskings (6371) -

-Scout- (Scout Sunskin Kobolds) Harassing farmers. find camp, but do not engage.
-Scout- (Scout Greennose Goblins) These goblins menace Mistledale's safety. They are roughly south of the crossroads to Peldan's Helm, along the South Cormanthor forest edge)
-Scout- (Scout Whiteneck Orcs) Suspected of being up to no good, perhaps making something. Possibly located in the Southernmost and Easternmost region of Mistledale.
-Scout- (Scout Bloodclaw Gnolls) A clear and present danger to Mistledale. Located where the Cormanthor gives way to the Thunder Peak mountains, to reach them is to follow the moonsea Ride until you near the mountains and forest edges.
-Inspection- (Inspect Galath's Roost) Reports of increased activity around this haunted keep. check area and report. enter keep at own peril. (This portion of writing is smeared however)

-Patrols- East/South Forest edge of Cormanthor/Selberholmes; West edge of Cormanthor and Moonsea Road

-Deliveries- (Message to Peldan's Helm)(JC)
-Deliveries- (Message to Shadowdale)(JC)

-Missledale Army Taskings-

-Inspections:

Breaches-
Town Walls-
The Locks-

-Searches:
Watch Tower-
-Deliveries:
-6000-
Office of the Ashabenford Watch (6358)-

-Investigate:

-Delivery:
Message to Glen
Message to Abbey of the Golden Sheaf

-Combat Related:
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While visiting Selgaunt:

Dragon's Quay-Harbor segment with passenger service (Portal to TPI)

-Inns:
1) Outlook Inn (West Gate); Green Gauntlet (Arkhen Quay); Black Stag (Chancegaunt Quarter East); Crow's Nest (Dragon's Quay)
-Temples:
Istishia & Oghma Temples destroyed; Milil (Segar's Market East); Deneir (Great Library); Cyric (Raven Gardens); Mask (Arken Quay)
-Work:
Rania for material components (Inner Harbor); Wolves Bounty-Outfitter (West Gate); Captain Miradorn-Barracks (West Gate); Fletcher Alina (Raven Gardens)

Inner Harbor- passenger service to Port Westgate (slave trade POC for Thayan press gangs) (Portal to Westgate)

Shipwright Lanes

Arken Quay

Raven Gardens North
-Merchants:
Peebo's Jewelers
-Banks:
Bank of Selgaunt

Inner Harbor
-Merchants:
Rania's Stall
-Misl
Ezri Shipping Company

Kozakura District
-Tavern
The Happy Wheel Tavern

Chancegaunt Quarter East
-Inns
The Black Stag
-Misl
The House of Sorrows

Chancegaunt Quarter West

Copper Alleys

Selgar's Market West
-Merchants:
Tanner (Sells a especially useful suit of Studded Leather that enhances stealth, riposte skills as well as combat acrobatics, for less that 250 coins….)

Selgar's Market East
Murik Sendt (Some impressive weapons)
Bulinus Ariegehr (Some nice magical shields, 900 coins & up)

Westgate
-Merchants
Hsiang Lu (sells nifty orient weps and armor)
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Yartar proper:

Anskuld's Scrolls and Components, in the Fishyard, sells the usual cantrip spells as well as wands from 151 to 350 coins

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Known Spells that other users of the weave have been seen using:

Aaliya Swift's Known Spells used or confirmed: Endure the Elements; CG; Stone skin

Amandur's Spells Known: Burning Hands, EE, Grease, Magical Armor, Magical Weapon, Mage's Shield, True Strike

Caldur's spells known: Invisibility

Eldamar's spells known: EE, MA, Magical Missiles, Negative Energy Ray, Summoning a Creature, Shelgar's Persistent Blade; Bear's Endurance, Ghostly Visage, Inv ,Lesser Dispel, Melf's Acid Arrow.

Ethuil's Spells Known: MA

Evendur's Spells known: EE, Inv,

FyeVara's Spells known: Identify, MA, M'AA; Knock; Clairvoyance/Clairaudience, Negative Energy Beam, True Seeing (Priestess of Mystra)

Isaniel Amkiir's Spells Known:

JenWa's spells known: EE, MM, Protection From Alignment, Inv, PFEL, Fireball, Summon three Creatures; StS

Millia's spells known: BH, Charm a Person, Color Spray, EE, ER, Gr, H'sB, IcD, ID, MA, MM, MW, NER, PFA, Scare, SPB, Sh, Sleep, TS; Eagle's Splendor, LD, In, GV, Bull'a Strength, En, Fox's Cunning

Valdur's Spells known: MA, MM, PFA; Dr, En, FC, Inv, LD, Ray of Enfeeblement ; FB; Polymorph Self, PFEL ; B'sIH, SCV, StS

Venessa Welter's Spells Known: BH, Chp, CS, EE, ER, HB, ID, MA, MM, NER, PFA, ROE, Sc, SC1, Sh, Sl, SPB; BS, DA, Inv, StB

Colleague of Crexis Perplexis: Alsic Falsebottom

A scribbled list, appearing to be a inventory of some sort...

Full Member formal-
WSFU-Trainee 2
WSU-Trainee 7
WSFU-Innate 1
WSU-Innate 4
WS-Scalemail-Innate 2
WS-Chainmail-Innate 1
WS-Splintmail-Innate 1
WS-Half Plate-Innate 2
WSFU-Full Member 5
WSU-Full Member 1
WS-Leather-Full Member 7
WS-Scalemail-Full Member 1
WS-Chainmail-Full Member 3
WS-Splintmail-Full Member 1
MWWS-Scalemail 1
WS-Large Shield 4
WS-Tower Shield 4

Keya Wintergate, Female Moon Elf (quiet, self conscious and reserved, Millia knows little of her, other than the passing of a brother, as explained by Isaniel in her home of The Vibrant Forest... (TLR)

Selenia, Human Sorceress (This woman, is a reporter for a local paper based in Red larch. She is renown for writing disparaging dispatches about the former Wayfarers of The Long Road, accusing them of various crimes and acts of racketeering. Surprisingly, or perhaps when you look at her actions another way, she is or was also accused of being a Sharite after evidence was found in her Red Larch residence of worshipping the Lady of Sorrow...)(MIA-Dead?)(TLR)

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Edited for a mistake and a future story slot....

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Wondering thoughts of old... (27Apr07 08:47 AM Local)

Logos Baphomet, Human (average height, brown hair and bearded. He had a speech impediment. He helped him recover several high dale cows to safety from a pair of sleeping owl bears once.)(SD)

Lorini Maca, Human Fighter (little is know of this woman other than her standing threat to the Paladin Kalev. It's unknown if she's a wanted bandit but her honor war with the paladin of Torm can not be ignored. Later, Millia learned she was killed somewhere north of Waterdeep.)(Dead)(WD, TLR)

Lotana Greysoul, Human Female (youthful, with elfin shaped ears. dark skinned, she smiles with grace and her eyes reflect a coy sense of mischief. Possibly elf-kin)(WD)

ADM Loulabelle, Female DM, with a nice bum (Time to Die! Die! with increased Charisma for your pleasure!)(SD,DD,NC,NC2)
Lucius Reugerio, Human (middle aged with ruined hands missing fingers, yet retains his piercing blue eyes. It is suspected he was of suspicious intent since Millia knew that similar injuries usually were intentionally inflicted to those in the thieves guilds usually...)(SD)

Lua, Fey fairy NPC (This little rage of mischief and hair styling is a local resident of Emerald Springs, occasionally reaching Shadowdale to visit. She loves pie and other sweets, acts terminally insane at times in total mirth and is much beloved by many. She was especially instrumental in convincing Max'ural to be Millia's familiar amongst other events. She is loyal if mildly unreliable as a typical whimsical fey…)(SD)

Lupaa "White Fang" Green Elf of Fenmarel) (This elf, dark skinned and typical of grace of the fey, became one of many of the latest fatalities in the region, though how he perished is unknown...)(SD)(DEAD)

Lyon Kross, Human Ftr (Little is know of this man, from Millia's point of view, but he is considered a powerful adventurer in the region of Cormier. Extremely tall and heavy build, he is badly maimed and scarred but still with a surprising soft vocal tone. His huge greatsword gives note his militant nature none the less. The nappy, dirty condition of his hair gives even less to suspect that he has earned the affection and love of the druid Elrien Weiss. The pair have been successful in keeping secret their two children from the common public… )(SD,DD,NC,NC2)

She looked over the old book once more, reading each name, looking and remembering what she knew from each name, drew from what emotions came bubbling to the surface. 'So long ago.' The little hin, silver mixed with fey pink hair turned another page, read the writing of another age with enthusiasm. The swift lines and runes, feminine, neat and clearly elfin in nature. The smile on her face did battle with the many wrinkles that waged their own war with her skin, wide and expressive. 'So many people Me touched…'

Her eyes narrowed a little upon detecting something her intuition was showing her. Something was wrong in her journal it seems. A missing page? A smudge? Spilt ink? It's possible, after all. Her children liked to sneak peaks into her personal effects, to play with relics of a long and troublesome career, heedless of the possible dangers. *Snort* '[h] Yes, children of 'he Scamp, indeed… Still, this discovery bothered her and so she continued to figure this fault out…. Until…

'Oh My…. Me forgets… someone…. Me knows me thoughts made entry…. Uh….' She taps her quill to her temple as she lets her memories trail behind. 'Those adventures with JenWa… The Mystran priestess Dara…. The Mystran-turned Heretic Julian…. Isendyl (Izzy!)…. Miss Julisette…. Mother Soppi! Lord Daramir Moldy Armor…. Evendur (Elfdur!)… 'Loxy?' She puffed her hair from her eyes. It had been years since they last huggled after…. That. It had been when she left Loudwater for Haven Hills on The Long Road. Right after…. That.... Battle…. With those huge goat beasts. She winced a little from phantom pains that still plagued her from her healing. A horrible image, of her body flying in the air, her left leg impaled by the spike of that beast's club, made her trembling hands grab the table for several moments before she regained her calm and center...

She did recover from that brief kiss of death, three times kissed in fact in her adventuring career. while she was whole in body (if not soul as Mother Soppi likes to say to her), the event maimed her badly physically and as a result ended her adventuring days forever. After her recovery, she left Loudwater forever, heading west for The Long Road. Eventually, escorted by close friends, she reached the village of Haven Hills. She limped up to Mother Soppi's door, the words of acceptance already on her lips…

'Hmmm…' She made a few quick scribbles, hurried compared to her normal attractive Elvish script. Legible regardless for the effort. She then got up and stretched her arms wide as she inhaled. The wails of a infant's cry echoed in her tower then and she signed again, pride of task filling her with purpose. 'Me is coming, Verigabble Darlings!' Striding away in blue furry slippers, she head off to tend to her fifth & sixth born's (twins! As if four Quicken Stout siblings were enough? Must that vile, evil lover of mischief, 'Muggles' need more children?) needs, with the idea of asking her head priestess and dear friend to conduct a sending to find out how her long unseen friend hails in Loud Water….

ADM Loulabelle, Female DM, with a nice bum (Time to Die! Die! with increased Charisma for your pleasure!)(SD,DD,NC,NC2)

Loxaceles Minxmar, Female Strongheart Hin (This fierce and determined hin is a resident of Shining Falls on the Loud Water river. Maimed by Banites in battle, she persevered over her disability, learning to cope and adapt with strength only I wished I had. Loxy Love is beloved of her faith in 'Lady Smile Fart', just like Dara's friend, the Tymorian acolyte Teresa Itosuki. Eventual she regained her sight to aid her in finally freeing her beloved home from goblinoids. Loxy is good friends with many fellow adventurers and is kind soul of immeasurable depths.[Millia will presumably learn of her passing if not the cause])(DEAD)(WD,NC2,SD,LW,WF)

Lucius Reugerio, Human (middle aged with ruined hands missing fingers, yet retains his piercing blue eyes. It is suspected he was of ...

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The below is the New and Improved entries to the MILLIA's Book of the DEAD, The Letter A! , currently on it's 12th printing. any corrections are requested by PM only please but if you wanna post under here, go ahead. **Updated, to 1Nov07 with use of screenies... fur reals now
Eventually i'll get around to adding more images to Image Shack but enjoy the memories...

Aaliya Swift, Female Elf-Kin (A seeming kind hearted elf-kin, her inner rage was exposed when she attempted to lure and murder a drunkard fool. the act, prevented by Millia and the hin Soppi, frightened and confused Millia to no end. She looks upon Aal with some sense of friendship but true trust will be a long time in the making.)(WD,DF,TLR)



Adellie Leonsen, Female Wizard (Cumely, her hair normally tied back and with clothing that covers most of her body. Quiet and calm) (NC2)

Aereth'an Eriana, Female Elf (This skipping and joyful fey befriended the hin Millia one day in the Daggerford Inn. They agreed to look for a farm the hin was searching for and instead found of Daggerford's most wanted. chatty and apparently illiterate to the common language, this elf reminds Millia of another certain high strung and 'difficult to pronounce named' elf....(DF,WD,SD)

Aerilaya Danode'dwa, Female Wild Elf (this fierce warrior fey was cut down just entering her prime in the under-caves of Triboar. Her name was unknown but she greatly reminded Millia of Isendyl and Rara, both for her tenacity and blunt conversation)(Dead)(TLR)


Adalina Vishrakov, Female Human (alluring, sexual and purring, this woman possess near gypsy blood in her veins. She speaks with romanian like accent... and one of many victums of the Cormanthor Drow as well, sadly.)(SD)

Aezrellen Ma'for (status: MIA) (WD)


Aithan Nesbitt, Human (Slight of Build, brown locks to his shoulders, his face round, lacking the lines to show maturity. Millia knows little else of this man, she met at the Daggerford Inn on eve...)(DF)s


Alaelsar Dethlansil, NPC Moon Elf (kindly and a resident and leader in the village of Emerald Springs. Known as 'Elf-duck' to Millia, a coy manipulation of a story JenWa told her once concerning the use of 'Duckling' in some familiar and kind nick names...)(SD)


Alerien Indomeral, Female Sun Elf (Tall, powerfully built, nobel. some words to describe this sun elf. hair of bronze, as are her eyes. This typically beautiful fey is also a insufferable being, all but insulting Millia's use of the elvish language. She came to the dale as messenger and her haughty conduct very much reminds her of another Sun Elf, equally as a Ass as she...)(SD)


Alfirin Au'chrosique, Moon Elf (His green eyes, fair expression and auburn hair tied back shows off his very handsome face, typical of fey. Mischievious, this one is...)(SD)


Allendroth Macgaelleon, Human of Torm? (this huge bruting man, from south of Amn [Calimshan, possibly] bluges with muslces and red hair, is also impullsive and prone to violence, certainly not limited to cold acts of evil, in millia's opinion. she gives this man much watching and caution towards this so called 'Tormite')(SD, TLR)


Allen Windthron, Human of Shaundakul (Born and bred a Dalesman, this man is no slouch to manual labor, yet still moves with lithe grace. Clearly he is a warrior in his manner.)(SD)

Anna Asharra, Human (Millia knows very little of this woman)(WD)

Amandel Evra, Green Elf (This seemingly 'civilized' wild elf, a cunning forest warrior, shows a scary side to him when he expressed utter delight upon the dead drow they killed in battle. Civil, is not the word... militant or fanatic is, and thus the hin respects him, she is more than a little wary of him, for he shares many traits a similarly minded wild elf Millia knows... Sadly he finally befell to his seeming insanity, causing trouble with the Sparrow Goblin Clan in his Investigations') (SD)(DEAD)

Amellorfinn Dy'Nessfar, Elf (status: MIA) (SD)


Amethyst Skie, Female Moon Elf (Millia knew little of this elf female, Likely just a traveller passing through...) (SD)


Amras Lisseul, Human? (Millia knows nothing of note of this enigment being)(DF)


Amyier Woodwalker Female Hin Rgr/Rge (Millia met this woman in Belegost some time ago and Occasionally runs into her. A fierce and determined tracker and adventurer and well versed in 'Eye for eye' forms of retribution. Recently she killed the disliked Kendrick, stopping a bizarre reign of terror in the Sword Coast, and ending a streak of robberies and murders. Shockingly, in recent times it seems Amy may have performed more 'professional services' with the killing of a infamous Sun Elf. Or so the perception is of her (the truth is typically hopeless muddled in translation) as a assassin. But, regaurdless she is well, traveling the realms for reasons only she knows... )(BG,WD,NC2,TPI,SG,SD,TLR)


Amywen Henen, Female Moon Elf (Small, attractive but quick of wit and jibe, Millia met this elfin maid during her trip to Dagger Falls. she has sea-green colored eyes and raven colored hair, often loosely tied in a pony tale...)(DD,SD)


Apollo Storm, Human (Of slender build, with blonish~Brown hair and blue eyes. Millia met this man outside the city of Arabel. She knows little of him at this time...)(NC2)


Arana Belecthor, Human Female (This medium sized woman, with dark brown hair and Azure blue eyes, though her physical movements belie quiet precision, still manages to figet with her fingers, in veiled nervous habit.)(SD)


Aravilar Moondown, Moon Elf (Large by elven standards, his most odd trait is his watery blue eyes, seeminly lacking focus)(SD)

Aramil Turen, Human (little is know of this man)(SD)


Argali Bramblefoot Female Hin Druid (This hin, a devoit of some druidic faith is typically bold of her race)(SD)


Arien Ironstar, Female Sun Elf Druid of Silvanus (This beautiful and respected high Druid, bares a scar under her bosom and flanks, the mark of a dragon. Wielding a huge maul, the hin millia looks up upon with great admiration and, perhaps, just a little hint of fear...(SD,DD)

Arithel 'Tel' Cys'Varillo, Female Human Ftr/Brd (This spirited and well loved woman {by Millia at least} single handedly save the hin Millia from a fowl fate somewhere under the sewers of Waterdeep, after a failed rescue attempt of a child. To this end, the pink haired hin greatly respects the warrior skald... Sadly this woman fell to drow intrigue in the dark and repressive Skullport... or so she thought. Her body was recovered by others, the details quietly reduced to secrets most soft, a situation that confused the hin but delighted her as well, as she huggles a friend thought lost to her...)(WD,BG)

Arlegis, Human of Lathander (Tall and lean, his hair extremely well cared for. His mannerisms are well thought out)(SD)

Ashale'n Dervise, Female Human Brd (A Singer and adventurer, she is still being evaluated by the hin Millia. she is also owed one story from the pink one as well! Recently she and her child! was rescued from the vile clutches of a Vampire! Blad Blad! Suck suck!)(WD,BG,DF,NW)


Ashano, Elf-kin (His eyes are sharp and attentive, missing very little)(SD)


Ashe, Human (Little is known of this man of yet)(SD)

Aszûne Whisperwind, Female Elf (Millia meet this elf during her return trip from Narskall. she knows little of her currently, though she is aware of her residence in Belegost and met her human lover, as well as Tel as a live-in guest. She is as every bit as beautiful as most elves are, sharp browns and chizeled features. She is very dedicated to her faith...)(BG,WD)

Atlow 'Snickles' Thripplefoot, Hin (This Obnoxious hin is a mischief mate of the hin Boril. sadly, unknown to her, Sniggles met a cruel fate indeed)(WD)(Dead)


Aurenthil "Arim" Beithir, Moon Elf (Militant, loud of presence and commanding. This fey is used to being the leader in any adventure, in any task. Possessing the typical grace of the fey and charisma to boot, this elf also was known to others as Arim, one time leader of the Wayfairers of The Long Road. Millia still views him with suspicion as it's alledged his part of the down fall of the Wayfairers was significant indeed...)(TLR)

Avateon, Elf-kin (status: MIA) (SD)

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Feastings (27Nov08 1746PM Local)

The rooms smelled of dumplings, spices and gin (the good kind!), bring forth the feeling of good times to all, this early eve. Mother Soppi was busy regaling tales of adventure to the little ones, bright eyes and wide open mouths taking every detail. In the back room, loud argumenting could be heard –all in the gruff voice of dwarf-; it seemed JenWa and folk were debating how to make the gin bread. I don’t know myself but when JenWa showed up with her dwarf friends from the Dalelands, armed loaded with goodies, ale and ill intentions towards cookery, I just let them at it (its Soppi’s cutlery that will be made to suffer, not mine! HA!)…

I hope we have enough gin….

In fact, other than not seeing some folks appear for the feast (Amy is untraceable, Dara busy with matters of Mystra, thus why JenWa was given the task of herding dwarves~Kittens; Loxy just as busy and Muggles… as undetectable as Amy can be), the day was good as it could get for a hard working Halfling of the Scampleton. But when loud THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Banged on the door, the elder Halfling could not look any more worried than now. Again, loud thumping (the pattern…. Familiar?). With everyone else busy, Milliam of Haven Hills took charge to see to the door.

‘Me wonder who could be?’ I thought, as loud impatient thumping (I know that feel…. It couldn’t…) kept it, demanding attention. I reached the door and quickly cast a spell of Opening…. Which was HILLARIOUS as the source of the banging on the door, the pommel of a large blade hit air and the woman holding the weapon cursed in a primitive dialect, her eyes narrowed as her blade came up at high guard. ‘MAGIKA!’ barked the woman in wolf skins and dread locks. Anger. Annoyance. Irksome. Generally emotions best not to inflame upon the barbarian known to myself as Ananikki! To see my old friend, servant of Tempus (Mother of Battle!) was a surprise by itself but it was even worse than that.

At Ana’s feet, in blue scale mesh and adventuring gear was another Halfling, just as familiar to me as much as my left foot is to my right: Ginnia. Her distinctive ponytail whipped in the wind, as did her great and large smile as my shock of seeing old friends and family once again. Everyone in the Soppi’s home heard my shrill scream of joy, followed by the large deafing UMPH! As two Halflings and barbarian woman huggled with joy…

I’m certain we don’t have enough gin….

Happy Turkey Day, everyone...

[valn99]

Oh, we've had ours last month!

[KalevD]

Oh, we've had ours last month!

Yeah, it's a lot like the Americans' but without all the guilt and subsequent lethal shopping days

[PensivesWetness]

Because i've been busy enjoy my civility a little too much this summer... (17Sep10 9:54 am)

I've been very busy doing little this summer since i retired from the Navy. Ive not been here a while so here's is a version of my Bio for Mil on the Cannith server of DDO. Current level is 15. I've been playing STO & CS:S a lot, taking care of my fishies once more and generally being miserable (3 dates and she calls it off)... such is my success at love...

It was a dark & spookie night... in the bright, sunny afternoon air of House Jorasco, as the Adventurer Milliam Lu Ki was discussing Reincarnation and all that it intold with a 'friendly' hobgoblin shaman. Milliam listening with rapt focus, clearly believing the smiling Hobgoblin that all her friends she knew, that had partaken the taste of the Dryad's heart (with Fiva beans & Back bacon on the side) had turned into Warforged Paladins of the 'Lord of Blades'

Sence Motive check: Roll d20+0= 1 (fail)

Now little Mil really missed all her friends in the Guild... but couldn'ty imagine having wooden breasts... O.o But the foolish hin missed her friends so, and so did she, partake in thee, of the Dryad's Heart & Fiva Beans & Back bacon (4 sides to be exact).

And when she awoke, she was amazed to see that she was tall! TALL! and her Bosom! BOSOMY! o.O' (well, a B cup is still an improvement, according to the legal department)

So now she's doing it again. Yeap, that insane build, but now in Plus Sizes, as far as halfling fashion sense is concerned... o.O

[PensivesWetness]

Snow Days at play (14 January 2012

It was snowing again in lovely Stormreach. Thick, deep snow that chilled you to the marrow. The city of course looked beautiful in white, doing a fine job covering the grime and blood stains that otherwise would have shown it's true colors.

And Milliam wanted to go skiing?

"Wait a minute. You gonna try that half pike across the harbor? For those purple coins?" Ginnia was the bold one in the collective, always running with the Shroud Crowd, never affraid to do anything for loot and fun. Today though, she was running the sink, cleaning dishes from breaking fast this morning.

At the table sat two other halflings, one calm and smiling, the other quiet and abservant of her peers, while both playing with their meals. "Why not? Me thinks it funs! ...Besides, me is prepared for it." She pauses and glances over to her more quiet relative. "And Tanngy also wants to watch me skiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!'.

Tangerine, the littlest, youngest in the collective, did her best to hide deeper in her smock, not wanting to discuss anything until she ate her cereal.

The Bold One, rolled her eyes as she whiped another plate dry, placing it away and quickly grabbing another. "What. Ever. Just make sure you take those smelly cans of goo with you. Really? Coffee goo that makes you tele somewhere? The Loo?"

Milliam, the mountain of calm, just raised her middle finger in defiance...

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We should have hired a Gnome for this (24Dec2012 12:28 Local time)

The snow was deep outside the tower today, having been layered in amounts the past five days. Thick drifts that measured onwards of two right-sized and on, enough to cover a medium-sized tallie even. Even in Triboar to the north was just as equally covered in the white stuff, so soft and cold. Travel was problematic, to say the least.

The village was still because of this and more than a few halflings gave mutterings in their homes about 'when is the Mage going to do her deed for us?'. The Elders gathered, having finally blessed the use of the tunnels (made by some passing dwarf miners the previous spring for payment for deeds done long ago by these particular halflings) and they discussed and discussed and discussed (over several servings of piggie paddies and minty fruit wine) until they came to an consensus: The Quickstoutfolk must use the Device once more. Calm heads held the anxst at bay, for the moment at least, because even asking the Quickstoutfolks to do ANYTHING was asking for The Irrespressible Scamp to visit you for Dinner.

Now it had been years since the retired adventurer named Milliam arrived to the village, a hero in the war that drove the charges of the even more famous Amyier from the east. She had set up shop as the village magister, with help from her friends, her unique blend of skills having grown into a very small adventuring school (It produces 3 to 5 adventurers per year and has yet to suffer any KIAs from this pool). It had been discussed in very soft tones that it wasnt her last near diasterous adventure that retired the halfling Bardic, Rogueish Mage, but a plan by the Yolandan Cleric Soppi, to insure that the realms was safe from Milliam... "

and it was in her tower, that the halfling matriarch was busy making Sunny-side tea, as her children were busy putting the device together... "MOM! Where is the Hemimodicky? If those dorks want us to 'shovel' the snow, we really need that part" "maybe it over there, Ko?" "Buttfart, that's the Spacial Thingie Uppie. That goes on top the Hemimodicky" "Oh." The older halfling simply smiled as her breathed in the scented boiling air from her concotion, listening in to her oldest children as they argue, as halflings often do...

Merry Christmas or Happy Pagan sacrifices to Orcus (what ever applies to your neighberhood, ALFAns...

[Rumple C]

*grabs* Not so fast there PW. Where do you think you're going? *drags back into the community where you belong*

We should have hired a Gnome for this (24Dec2012 12:28 Local time)

The snow was deep outside the tower today, having been layered in amounts the past five days. Thick drifts that measured onwards of two right-sized and on, enough to cover a medium-sized tallie even. Even in Triboar to the north was just as equally covered in the white stuff, so soft and cold. Travel was problematic, to say the least.

The village was still because of this and more than a few halflings gave mutterings in their homes about 'when is the Mage going to do her deed for us?'. The Elders gathered, having finally blessed the use of the tunnels (made by some passing dwarf miners the previous spring for payment for deeds done long ago by these particular halflings) and they discussed and discussed and discussed (over several servings of piggie paddies and minty fruit wine) until they came to an consensus: The Quickstoutfolk must use the Device once more. Calm heads held the anxst at bay, for the moment at least, because even asking the Quickstoutfolks to do ANYTHING was asking for The Irrespressible Scamp to visit you for Dinner.

Now it had been years since the retired adventurer named Milliam arrived to the village, a hero in the war that drove the charges of the even more famous Amyier from the east. She had set up shop as the village magister, with help from her friends, her unique blend of skills having grown into a very small adventuring school (It produces 3 to 5 adventurers per year and has yet to suffer any KIAs from this pool). It had been discussed in very soft tones that it wasnt her last near diasterous adventure that retired the halfling Bardic, Rogueish Mage, but a plan by the Yolandan Cleric Soppi, to insure that the realms was safe from Milliam... "

and it was in her tower, that the halfling matriarch was busy making Sunny-side tea, as her children were busy putting the device together... "MOM! Where is the Hemimodicky? If those dorks want us to 'shovel' the snow, we really need that part" "maybe it over there, Ko?" "Buttfart, that's the Spacial Thingie Uppie. That goes on top the Hemimodicky" "Oh." The older halfling simply smiled as her breathed in the scented boiling air from her concotion, listening in to her oldest children as they argue, as halflings often do...

Merry Christmas or Happy Pagan sacrifices to Orcus (what ever applies to your neighberhood, ALFAns...

[PensivesWetness]

LOL too busy with my own minions-to-be atm, good sir

[wvincenti]

LOL too busy with my own minions-to-be atm, good sir

C'mon, it's not like ALFA is habit forming.
What's the worst that can happen with a once a week habit?

Good to see you're still about PW. Merry Christmas and get back in game when you can!



-Bill