04-24-2006, 06:04 AM
My Voxbane cleric, Xadrit, saw some armor molds on the shelf one day.
He said to Flubward, "Ooh! Look at how well those sleeves would mesh with the gears on my pauldrons. I bet they'd help me heal that hulking brute of a Shadowknight you seem to have convinced to stand between you and the mobs."
When he went to Bor Warhammer to look into getting the forge to smith them into a finished product, he was dissapointed:
[INDENT]Bor Wharhammer said, 'I be sorry the magical properties o'the emblems would not work fer those inexperienced in the ways o'planes walkin'. Come back when yer feet 'ave touched more planar ground an' yer essence strengthened with the might o'progression.'
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Ok. Well. That sounds pretty doable. Just walk around the planes a bit. Good leg muscles will help in those... er... strategic fallbacks that happen occasionally. Now Xadrit could have taken the easy way out and gone up a few levels, but that isn't any good if you have this elitist dragon who won't put up with those over 52.
That left getting into the other planes by other means.
A bit of asking around in the Plane of Tranquility made it apparent that there were ways an enterprising soul could get into the planes with some questing. All sorts of lazy or sick folks sitting around there.
It took proving the innocence of a prisoner, killing creatures of nightmare, machines gone rampant, giants, rats, and creatures feeding off the bile of the gods; finding cures to horrible diseases, revenging the disgraced, restoring hope to the forlorn and showing the way to the lost.
Xadrit got to meet some interesting characters--chatted with a Beholder, swapped schematics with a rather warlike Gnome, and made it back all in remarkably good shape.
He has many wonderful guild members to thank for going off on wild adventures into parts of the planes many hadn't ever bothered to look (sometimes for good reason). Enough are on the list that I'd doubtless leave off some critical ones, so I'm simply saying a blanket thank you.
Like any good tourist, he made sure to get his visa stamped everywhere he went. Here it is:
It seems Bor wasn't impressed enough by that list, but I've lodged a complaint with his superiors about that. Xadrit still wants his shiny new armor!
He said to Flubward, "Ooh! Look at how well those sleeves would mesh with the gears on my pauldrons. I bet they'd help me heal that hulking brute of a Shadowknight you seem to have convinced to stand between you and the mobs."
When he went to Bor Warhammer to look into getting the forge to smith them into a finished product, he was dissapointed:
[INDENT]Bor Wharhammer said, 'I be sorry the magical properties o'the emblems would not work fer those inexperienced in the ways o'planes walkin'. Come back when yer feet 'ave touched more planar ground an' yer essence strengthened with the might o'progression.'
[/INDENT]
Ok. Well. That sounds pretty doable. Just walk around the planes a bit. Good leg muscles will help in those... er... strategic fallbacks that happen occasionally. Now Xadrit could have taken the easy way out and gone up a few levels, but that isn't any good if you have this elitist dragon who won't put up with those over 52.
That left getting into the other planes by other means.
A bit of asking around in the Plane of Tranquility made it apparent that there were ways an enterprising soul could get into the planes with some questing. All sorts of lazy or sick folks sitting around there.
It took proving the innocence of a prisoner, killing creatures of nightmare, machines gone rampant, giants, rats, and creatures feeding off the bile of the gods; finding cures to horrible diseases, revenging the disgraced, restoring hope to the forlorn and showing the way to the lost.
Xadrit got to meet some interesting characters--chatted with a Beholder, swapped schematics with a rather warlike Gnome, and made it back all in remarkably good shape.
He has many wonderful guild members to thank for going off on wild adventures into parts of the planes many hadn't ever bothered to look (sometimes for good reason). Enough are on the list that I'd doubtless leave off some critical ones, so I'm simply saying a blanket thank you.
Like any good tourist, he made sure to get his visa stamped everywhere he went. Here it is:
It seems Bor wasn't impressed enough by that list, but I've lodged a complaint with his superiors about that. Xadrit still wants his shiny new armor!