Ramor ibn Adnan - Quest for the Ring.   Posted by Dungeon Master.Group: archive 0
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Wed 9 Aug 2006
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Re: Under Cover
After much wandering through the bazaars and marketplaces of Iriaebor Ramor was able to find only one person willing to pay him for his services and only then because of his fortuitous timing.  He had come across an elderly tailor desperately trying to get his shop back in order after a rather harrowing experience with a troupe of halfling thugs.  The town guard had arrived quickly and the tailor was unharmed but the same could not be said of his shop, and more importantly his finely sewn clothes.

He was fretting over a particular yellow velvet dress which was due to be picked up at any moment.  The fabric had been ripped from neckline to waist by one of the halfling's daggers as a show of force.  Desperate to not disappoint his wealthy patron he had given Ramor 15 gold coins to fix the dress quickly with his magic.

The innkeep at the Talking Ox offered a free room if Ramor similarly mended tableclothes and bedding and after doing so Ramor retired for the night.

The morning came and the road to Rosewood lay before him.

Add the 15gp to your character sheet.

Is the information on Iriaebor that you found available on the internet?  I'd like to incorporate what you know if possible.

I'll also need you to mark on your character sheet what spells you are memorizing for the upcoming day.

Ramor ibn Adnan
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Wed 9 Aug 2006
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Re: Under Cover
Ramor could easily set his pride aside for the opportunity to use his magic and make money doing so.  He had thought the little tailor was going to pop out of his own skin yesterday when Ramor's spell applied fierce heat to melt the dress back together.  When the smoke vanished, it was better than new, and the Calishite got at least as much satisfaction from the tailor's bugged out eyes as he did by hearing the familiar sound of gold falling on gold into his purse.

The Old Talking Ox was not at all what he had expected, but again he put his talents to use in exchange for the small, oft-used room and what these barbarians considered a 'meal'.  The cot was comfortable, for a stablehand or someone of equal station, but like sleeping on a pile of coal for Ramor compared to the lush, soft silks and feather-stuffed pillows of home.  He awoke early, said his prayers, studied his spellbook, and collected breakfast - thankfully even these idiots couldn't ruin bread, cheese, and milk - and stepped out onto the road.

He hoped that his penance would stay with him more in memory than emblazoned on his chest, for already his vest and cloak were chaffing.  If last night were uncomfortable, this journey would be even more so.  Shaking his head at his ill luck at being this far North, the wizard set out to find Rosewood.
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Thu 10 Aug 2006
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Off to Rosewood
Rosewood was a day and half by horse and twice that on foot.  The caravaneer had enjoyed a good laugh at the Calishite's expense when he made the mistake of offering up the fact that he'd be walking to Rosewood alone.  "Tis a sur death to try such alone wizard!" he managed to croak out between laughs until he saw the furious fire burning in Ramor's eyes which sent him quickly going about his business leaving Ramor alone at Iriaebor's north gate.

It was the month of Flamerule, the hottest of Toril's months yet the heat had been blown away with the storm several days ago leaving Ramor to yearn for the desert heat of his homeland.  A few farmers passed him in small carts but none travelled too far from Iriaebor and by midday the road was deserted.  Already he could see the highest peaks of the Sunset Mountains on the horizon, a testament to their great heights.

The afternoon came and went without incident and soon evening came meaning an end to a long day's journey and the beginning of a very long and cold night.

No horse on your sheet and no purchase or mention of one in your preparations so I'm assuming you're walking.
Ramor ibn Adnan
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Thu 10 Aug 2006
at 13:57
Re: Off to Rosewood
"Tis a sur death to try such alone wizard!" Ramor's contemptuous sneer and burning intensity quickly silenced the mongrel's laughter, and the wizard gained some measure confidence that it did so.  Those words, however did echo through his mind now that the road ahead of him was empty of the random farmer, and at times even wildlife.

To occupy his time, Ramor mentally reviewed some of the finer points of pulling on the Weave, recalling with perfect accuracy the teachings of Master Halijd.  Now, you clumsy, miserable oafs, I can hardly believe what an inept pool of goat-kissing children have been brought to me for instruction! The Weave that surrounds Toril is not a collection of wooden blocks your small brains can barely arrange in some semblance of comprehendible patterns! It is alive, and if coaxed carefully, can be pulled and pushed and stretched to make what the laymen of all the world call 'magic'.  The Weave is not something that we wizards - which you can never hope to be given your miniscule talent - and those priests manipulate with secret words and strange guestures.  The Weave is a part of us as we are a part of it - search your feeble souls for strength and might, and use it to call to that part of the Weave that resonates within you.  Then you will begin to really learn, if you can learn at all, you poor excuses for students!

With a smile, Ramor remembered that that was the first day he had found the fire within himself, and lit half the room aflame, injuring some of the other children.  He had been proud, and a little scared, but as his studies progressed, he realized that there was stability in the chaotic patterns of his inner fire.  For the next several hours, the wizard poured through some of the more abstract lessons he could recall, specifically those on the manipulation of the magic itself, and what effected it.  When he had developed the ability to augment his fire spells with a deep, white hot heat, he had since been intrigued on what else was possible with a little study and discovery about his precious Weave.

The afternoon came and went by quickly with his mind so occupied, and as night descended, he continued along the road for a bit before finding a reasonably defensible spot a small ways off the main path, and set in for the long, cold night.  Until he sat, he didn't realize how much pain he was in from walking, and that he had forgotten to eat something for lunch.  He idly ate one of his trail rations.  Ramor hated the fact that he had to take time to eat, seeing it often as a waste of time - feeding the carcass, as he called it - and wished desperately that he could be like the elementals of the fire plane, who burned incesantly with their magical make up, without a need for food, or water, or even sleep.

Sleep.  It came quickly in his exhaustion.

No money for a horse, so on foot it is! :)
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Sat 12 Aug 2006
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The First Night
Ramor's belief in his magic, or perhaps more accurately the belief in his superiority, allowed him to drift easily to sleep.  His dreams were that of fire and flame, ember and coal.  The fire crackled though it burned of itself, not of wood.  Then again, another crackle.  Something was amiss, a pure flame did not crackle.

Ramor's conscious struggled against his subconscious eventually winning out and his eyes popped open just in time to hear another crackle, the snapping of a twig somewhere very near him in the forest.
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Mon 14 Aug 2006
at 18:38
Re: The First Night
Instantly awake once the internal struggle was over, Ramor knew better in his injured state to remain static.  He quickly, quietly, and precisely mouthed the words and reached to the Weave for the magic to disguise his entire presence.  Like the ripples of heat wafting off the beaten streets of his homeland, he wavered as the magic began to take affect.

Invisibility
Concentration Check 1d20+10 - 17
Listen Check 1d20+2 - 19
Initiative 1d20+6 - 9

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Tue 15 Aug 2006
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Re: The First Night
Lying still where he lay Ramor called upon his training with ease and disappeared from sight.  Once hidden as such his eyes sought out the source of the noise in the low, flickering light of his campfire.  He first caught sight of a shapely feminine leg, bare and kissed bronze by the sun.  His eyes darted upward past full hips upon which hung a wrapped silk skirt, a bare navel, and firm breasts shrouded behind coils of beaded necklaces and to a face showing fear yet so stunningly beautiful that... that it stunned him.  An icy pain burned within his head, behind his eyes and the flickering light of the campfire disappeared along with the moon, stars, and shadows.  Somehow Ramor had been blinded despite being invisible himself.

I rolled the Fort Save DC 17 to avoid blindness and it failed with a roll of 13.
Ramor ibn Adnan
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Tue 15 Aug 2006
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Re: The First Night
Ramor's eyes traveled appreciatively up the shapely body, a small grin on his face, but when they reached her face and he could no longer see, panic began to bubble up inside him like an underground fire looking for release in the mud.  He could not see! With what little skin remained on his chest, he was surprised that his heart did not burst out of the thin, crusted layer of his flesh in his anxiety.

There was really little that he could do, and in a flash, he repeated the last couple of moments in his memory, from the crackle to the body of the beautiful woman, to her face that showed fear. . . She was afraid.  Calming only slightly, with a supreme effort of will, Ramor said quietly, Please, don't be afraid, you startled me from my sleep, and I am in no condition to confront those who would harm me.  You don't mean me harm, do you? Ramor prayed to Kossuth that the answer would be 'No'.

Concentration Check to overcome panic? 1d20+10 - 16

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Tue 15 Aug 2006
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Re: The First Night
The voice that answered was melodic and silky smooth, like melted chocolate.  Trepidation and even fear tinged the edges of the words she spoke like the sun behind a cloud.  "No, but I cannot see you."  More sounds of rustling indicated she was moving away from where she had stood, possibly leaving.
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Tue 15 Aug 2006
at 19:29
Re: The First Night
"Please, wait."  Ramor ended his spell, and remained leaning against the tree, breathing heavily.  "I am alone, and injured, and could honestly do with some conversation and company."  Bowing slightly in deferrence, even a mite more than he would normally give a non-Calishite, he said, "Please, forgive my rudeness, and stay for a while."  A funny thing, his panic was gone, replaced with a need to at least end things on good terms with this creature, if not better.

The wizard could not remember the last time he had felt so emotionally naked.  In Calimport, in the Wizard's Sabban, an aspiring mage did not have idle conversation, much less polite conversation that did not veil threats or political maneuvers.  A friend was something foreign to him, and right now he desperately wanted to know what a 'friend' was.  Kossuth knew, he needed one.

He moved his eyes around, as though hoping another angle might reveal his sight to be restored, and blinked rapidly.  He tried not to think much on how long he might be blinded for, or how long it would take him to return to Iriaebor for a cure being one day gone already.  The alternative to think about was no less painful for the stoic devotee.  Fire revealed before it burned away, and maybe this was a weakness or an impurity in his spirit? Surely, it could not be a strength?
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Wed 16 Aug 2006
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Re: The First Night
The rustling stopped for a while and then continued a short while later, but on the other side of the campfire.  "You are blind."  this time the voice was tinged with sorrow.  "I thought you meant to harm me, I would not have..."

"Why do you travel alone Calishite?  These lands are not safe, what is your pressing business?"
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Wed 16 Aug 2006
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Re: The First Night
With more than a hint of jest, Ramor replied, "I can be quite intimidating at times."  He felt his way down the tree to take a seat on the ground amidst its roots again. "Thank you for staying," was said with an alarming amount of sincerity.

"As to why I travel alone, no one else seemed to want to take the road from Iriaebor to Rosewood with the urgency I feel.  I have taken every other road on my journey alone, though I was told this was the most dangerous of them."  The wizard paused for a moment, then continued, "What of you, Lady? Surely for one whose beauty ensures my eyes will not leave me with the disappointment of resting on a lesser creature, these roads are dangerous as well?"
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Thu 17 Aug 2006
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Re: The First Night
"I do not travel these roads, I inhabit these lands and yes the roads are quite dangerous."  There seemed to be an accusation hidden somewhere in the silky smooth voice that had lost the edge of fear to it.

"Rosewood is a great distance from here and yet you do not have a mount."  A girlish giggle interrupted the creature who you now suspected was a nymph.  "Is this your first time away from your desert homeland?"
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Thu 17 Aug 2006
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Re: The First Night
"Forgive me then, lady, for my trespass.  I should have known better, yes?" Ramor again bowed his head slightly, apologetically.

As the woman laughed, Ramor smiled in spite of himself, and replied, "Yes, this is the first time I have traveled from the Shining Sands.  Before there was little need for me to leave.  The winds of change blow on us all, and to all of us come the times we need to hoist our sails and see where it takes us.  Here I am, without a mount, without a friend, and now I find myself without a need for concern.  Your presence is. . . comforting." The wizard thought that he was doing an impeccable job not panicking that he still couldn't see, however he found that the result was a bare honesty he wasn't sure of how to handle.

Then it struck him.  Surely this wonderful creature could not be a nymph? She was not trying to steal his soul, or strike him dead (though he was now blind).  She was genuinely afraid of him! That couldn't be right.  She had to be something else, something different, or else an anomaly.  He had studied many tomes and disertations of Calishite sages before embarking on this journey.  According to them, nymphs ranked just below succubi in terms of their wiles, agendas, and deviousness.  He couldn't ever think that a fiend would be scared of him, so how then could this woman be a fiend? He shook his head slightly, resolving to tackle the veracity of the sages at a more opportune time.  Almost in disbelief, he clarified in words as though the last piece of the puzzle revealed an entirely different picture that what was anticipated, "You're a nymph."
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Thu 17 Aug 2006
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Re: The First Night
"Many refer to me and my kind as such."  More rustling could be heard, though this time well away from the melodic voice of the heavenly creature.  The sound of the nymph's voice changed slightly as if she was looking in a different direction when she spoke again.  "Greetings Paragon, I fear I have misjudged this one."

A muffled rustle was the only response, not the rustle of leaves, twigs and plants, but softer, like fur or hide.  "He travels for Rosewood, though now he is not only hurt but blind as well."  More soft rustling was the only reply followed by a long silence.

The nymph's voice changed again as she turned to speak to you again.  "You are in no condition to be here or upon the road.  Tell me what sends you to far-off Rosewood."
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Thu 17 Aug 2006
at 17:10
Re: The First Night
Ramor felt uncomfortable and slightly agitated by the arrival another party that he could not see.  He was quite confident that the nymph would not harm him, but without being able to see, or apparently communicate with, this newcomer, panic began to edge in again.  Taking a deep breath to settle himself, the wizard nodded a greeting in the general direction of where he thought he had heard 'Paragon' approach before answering the nymph.

I originally embarked on a journey to find an object of arcane power, that had been the subject of my studies for many months.  I went first to Berdusk, and found instead, another leg added to my quest.  I arrived in Iriaebor only two days ago to fulfill the conditions of another's debt to attain what I am looking for.  That is why I go to Rosewood, Lady, for that is where a vile priest of Kossuth needs to be. . . instructed in a more valuable and proper pursuit.  Then the debt is paid, and I can again travel to Berdusk to retrieve what I came for.

Ramor tried valiantly to recall what he could of nymphs, and of where he was currently, thinking that they were creatures of water.  He had carefully lain out a truthful account, knowing only that to someone - at least Vilthanus - this Serol Kinspar was indeed vile.  The wizard dared not lie, but he did not want to cause either of his company alarm, or put them off with talking of the Firelord in the forest, in their forest.  He had nearly forgotten his pain in the anxiousness that flooded his veins.
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Fri 18 Aug 2006
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Re: The First Night
"Do not take offense Calishite but the Firelord is not revered here as he is elsewhere and yet his followers become more active here.  A priest travelled this road twice in the past week and now you come with Kossuth's name upon your lips."  There was more muffled rustling opposite the nymph as if Paragon had something to interject.

"Yes, I agree." came the silky reply to the rustling.

"We would seek to hasten your trip to Rosewood so that you might deal with this priest before he spreads his flames of destruction.  Would you accept our aid in this or do you prefer to wander the road sightless?"
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Fri 18 Aug 2006
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Re: The First Night
Ramor held some measure of personal satisfaction in yet being blind, he was able to read the situation well enough to determine their thoughts of his god.  "I would not take offense from you even were I to fall dead at your hands for the gift of the glimpse of your beauty that you have given me, Lady.  The politics of the Firelord's church are at best temporal, and hopefully, that time is coming to an end here in the Heartlands - beginning with me and my quest.  Your offer of aid is greatly appreciated, and humbly accepted.  With what meager resources I have, what offering could I make in return?"

Again, an entirely truthful and sincere account.  The Calishite could not believe his fortune, for Kossuth surely smiled on him this day.  Fire had called this wonderful creature to him, and at the mention of the Tyrant of Fire, aid was offered.  Though the hoped for outcome was radically different, nevertheless the immediate result furthered Kossuth's purpose.  As long as the nymph and Paragon's purposes aligned with his own, the honorable Calishite would do all he could to aid them.  Once they diverged, if ever they did beyond any ecumenical difference, he would have to follow his own trail.  The flames of Fate were certainly fickle.
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Sat 19 Aug 2006
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Re: The First Night
"You have already given your sight, that is more than enough.  Let us share a drink to calm your nerves.  Your travel will be unlike any you've experienced and many find it unsettling to both mind and stomach."  Though you heard no approach you feel a waterskin pressed against your arm in offering.
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Mon 21 Aug 2006
at 13:46
Re: The First Night
Ramor acquiesced to the statement about losing his sight.  As the creature mentioned it, he felt his heart would burst from his chest again.  Did that mean that it would not come back after time? That it couldn't be healed? Would he never be able to read his spellbook again? He certainly needed a drink to calm his nerves, and took the proferred wineskin and pressed it to his lips, drinking deeply without fear that it held anything but what she had told him.

"Thank you.  I am ready when you are."  Or at least as ready as he would ever be.  This was a huge stretch of trust for the Calishite, and thinking upon the matter, he didn't know if he could extend the same to the humans or demihumans that populated most of the world as easily as he could here.  He had always been more comfortable around books and tomes, teachers and mentors, than he had around his peer group.  Trust was hard won in Calimshan; here it was all he had.
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Tue 22 Aug 2006
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Re: The First Night
The entire experience had been almost surreal.  Ramor had never before bared himself of his arrogance in such a manner and he found the results most satisfactory.  The wine in the waterskin was sweet on the tongue and fire in the throat.  It's effects were nearly instantaneous and Ramor felt his toes and fingertips begin to tingle.  Momentary panic set in but quickly passed as the sensation did not spread or further intensify.

A light touch on Ramor's arm lifted him to his feet and guided him a few steps where his outstretched hands reveled the presence of a horse.  "I will help you aboard." said the smooth, smokey voice.  "Paragon dislikes saddles but will allow you to grasp his mane.  You would be wise to take firm hold and do not let go."
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Tue 22 Aug 2006
at 17:35
Re: The First Night
Taking the wonderful woman's advice, Ramor did indeed grip with strength, careful to feel if it were uncomfortable for the horse.  Idly, Ramor wondered if Paragon were a unicorn beholden to the nymph, but did not dare test his courage to find out.  "Thank you, my Lady.  I am Ramor ibn Adnan, of Calimport, as you know.  Forgive my manners for not offering my name earlier, but under the circumstances, I understand.  I am sure our paths may cross again, and should they do so, might I know your name to dwell on in those quiet moments inbetween?"

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Wed 23 Aug 2006
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Re: The First Night
"My name is Jintanna.  Do not hold your breath for our next meeting for I am not easily found.  Only those who awaken from their sleep find me...  The last of the nymph's words trailed off as Paragon galloped forward leaving Jintanna behind.  He whinnied loudly and then something very unexpected happened.

As Ramor sat bareback upon the beast he felt a strange movement near his buttocks and upper thighs.  Before he could make an inquiry or even react he was pushed down on Paragon's back as if he was being bucked off and the rythmic galloping ceased beneath him.  Ramor quickly realized he had not been bucked, rather Paragon had taken flight beneath him!  Large feathered wings flapped powerully on either side of the wizard and the cool night air rushed faster and faster across his face, streaming tears from his blinded eyes.  He could only imagine how high and how fast they were travelling, a thought that made him realize the devastating enormity of the loss of his sight.  He was missing the ride of his life.

[Private to Ramor ibn Adnan: I apologize for the slow action the last couple days but I'm trying to time up a meeting with the others.  Hopefully you will join them after my next post tomorrow.]
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Wed 23 Aug 2006
at 14:09
Re: The First Night
"Jintanna," Ramor said to himself, committing her name to memory.  The wizard was taken by some surprise as the horse moved beneath him, thinking that he had indeed been tricked before he realized what was happening.

He couldn't believe it.  His thoughts as to the nature of Paragon were close to the mark, but not quite what he expected.  He regretted that he couldn't see the land passing beneath him, and resolved that one day, he would take this ride again.  Holding on tighter to make sure that he didn't have a chance of falling, the Calishite exulted in the ride.

[Private to GM: Slow? It's been great.  I've had time to develop the character more than I thought at this early stage.  Amazing what comes out when you can't see.  :) ]
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Thu 24 Aug 2006
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Ride of a Lifetime
The wind whipped through Ramor's red hair as he clung to Paragon's mane.  Long after the initial exhilaration of the experience had worn off Paragon's wings continued to pump powerfully between brief periods of gliding.  The moonlight lit the snow-capped peaks of the Sunset Mountains in the distant but the beauty of it was lost on the blind mage.

Ramor's fingers were numb and his forearms burned from hanging on and just when the thought of letting go overcame even his considerable willpower Paragon dipped a wing and began circling downward.  After an excruciating minute of anticipation and anxiety they wer on the ground, one blind, one mute.  Paragon nudged Ramor's forward with his long nose and then again when the wizard did not continue.

Ramor stumbled ahead with hands outstretched for what seemed like an hour though in fact it had been only minutes before he thumped into a wooden building with a loud bang.  A shout of surprise soon followed and Ramor found himself soon surrounded by unknown people with unknown purpose.  A man with a kindly elderly voice offered to bring you to the 'Red Rose', an offer accepted if for no other reason than there seemed to be no other options.

Please move over to A Relative Calm (link to a message in "3.5 DnD - Guardians of Rosewood")