Sunday Quest

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I will be attempting to hold a quest on Sunday. The current plan is to begin at 7pm EDT on Sunday, April 15th. Kjartan has graciously offered to help out with the end game. The beginning portion I should be able to handle myself. The first clue will be posted onto the crier, probably this thread, and that will trigger the start of the quest. Some killing will be involved, but I am currently planning on it being more like a puzzle than a kill fest... at least to start. So bring your thinking caps, you'll need them

[Hades]

Most clues can be found in the latest Harry Potter book. Pick up a copy today

[Infested]

Snape killed Dumbledore!

[firebrand]

[quote="Infested":3inoro06]Snape killed Dumbledore![/quote:3inoro06]

nuh uh! it was colonel mustard and he used the candlestick.

"why can't you just die?" --two face --> batman forever

[Leaf]

Soooo 7pm EDT is 1hr head of Central Time right??? So it would 6:00 cst?

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I'll make it easy.... it's starting NOW. See below.

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Today I spoke with Bomanz of MAGIC. If you don't already hate gnomes as much as I do, I'm sure you soon will.

From what I was able to understand, many of their contraptions suffered malfunctions as a result of something much more unexpected than their normal malfunctions. While most the contraptions were simply more chaotic, the painting machine was somewhat useful, apparently, until it wasn't. (I'm assured this is normal.) It alternated between writing useful information and painting over what it had written. Among the things it wrote were numerous references to everyone on Thordfalen perishing to an unstoppable, unkillable evil.

It gets better.

After the painting machine had been somewhat repaired (ie. kicked repeatedly), it obtained several pieces of paper and scribbled madly before passing them to some steam powered mail delivery rocket that failed to malfunction as normal. Bomanz believes that whatever was sent was of vital importance to the survival of Bal Harbor. However, he has no idea where it went or how to find out. Apparently, the launch disrupted some huge metal scaffolding that the rocket was supporting. Bomanz repeatly assured me that the scaffolding will be fine and even mananged to repair whatever was ailing the poor painting machine but completely obliterated whatever contraption knows where the rocket is.

Isn't that good news?

Now, you might wonder why I would be speaking with Bomanz to start with (I know I was). Strangely enough, some contraption nearly killed me as it came screaming out of the sky. It then further surprised me by shooting a piece of paper with gold writing at me. After verifying that I was still alive, and reading the bizarre contents of the note... I decided a gnome had to be behind this.

The note read:
[quote="note":d2ov4ko7]How are you gentlemen?
All your Bal Harbor are belong.

This is beginning.

Fire-blackened Burial Chamber
. .The remains of a stone bier dominate the center of the chamber. The
bier is white, with powdery white ash surrounding it. The conflagration
which glazed the center of the bier into an off-white glass, surrounds
a grey area in the shape of a human body. In stark contrast, black soot
completely covers the ceiling and walls.
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Who am I?[/quote:d2ov4ko7]

And so, there you have it. The only clue we have so far to save our fair land.

May the drachma be with you.

[Atwell]

Aviendha found Qaan the demi-lich in luna's temple. He had this note:

There is something written upon it:

An Unexcavated Cave
. .Fossilized honeycombs, bone fragments and primitive domestic implements
line the cave floor. Soft skins hang off protrusions on the rock walls,
and human dung piles have accumulated on the dirt floor. The combined
smell of the two is unbelievably nauseating. The walls taper around from
the north and south to the west, leaving a large opening to the east.
-
Who am I?

[Atwell]

Kida found another not on Ur-Baal in tel makor:

There is something written upon it:

In the Pack Rat Supply Shop
. .A myriad of vials, bottles, furs, and other strange items line several
shelves along the walls. Household supplies such as flour, wheat, salt,
and miscellaneous furniture are stacked hap-hazard around the shop, with no
apparent consideration for customer convenience. The building's interior
is airy, however the variety of spices and supplies that are stored here
still manage to become an overwhelming stimulus on the senses.
-
Who am I?

[Atwell]

I found this note on ivec in sheol:

There is something written upon it:

Tomb of Chaos
. .Bones clean of any flesh lie strewn about, mostly away from a strange
crystalline object that is hovering in the center of the tomb. Peering
about, it becomes quite obvious that several large beings from another
world have come to gather here in times of certain chaos. Walking closer
to the crystalline object, it becomes apparent that it is some kind of a
secret passageway to a world only known to the Great Old Ones. In the
eastern corner, a broken skeletal ribcage hangs from the wall as some sort
of a trophy. The only apparent exit is that from the crystal.
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Who am I?

[Atwell]

Next note obviously loaded on cthulga:

There is something written upon it:

Kitchen
. .In the wall to the east is a huge enclosed smoker. This is where the
meats are smoked and dried so they can be taken into battle. Smoke escapes
from around the door of the smoker, letting out the scent of of the wild
meat being smoked now. The second half of the huge stove is in the wall to
the north. The kitchen is probably fifteen degrees warmer than the rest of
this mountain.
-
Who am I?

[Atwell]

Aviendha found kender in dwarven mtn with a note:

There is something written upon it:

The End of a Limb
. .Underfoot, a foundation limb narrows quickly as it comes to an end.
High vertical branches that have grown straight upwards towards the clouds
are intertwined with kirdir vines. A highly traveled limb leads to the
north.
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Who am I?

[Atwell]

Next mob was Sipa in aaost (identified by rynquald), loaded note:

There is something written upon it:

The Desecrated Temple
. .There are several small pews thrown to one side of the room. A small
altar stands in the center of the room. The altar is gold and has many
wereravens carved into its body. Each of the ravens on the altar bleeds a
black ocher that runs onto the floor in a slow ooze. Just beyond the altar
sits a coffin made of polished wood. The coffin rests on a stand of jet
black onyx, and is stained with countless pints of blood. Hanging on the
wall is a large holy symbol with a flaming sword embedded in it.
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Who am I?

[Atwell]

Ivan obviously had next note:

There is something written upon it:

Lab of Vicar Mersette
. .This laboratory has a distinct sloppy feel to it. There are unstoppered,
unlabeled jars everywhere and piles of several colored dusts stand on the
tables. The piles of dust are on either small pieces of parchment or glass
dishes. Sheets of papyrus and parchment in several languages have been
dropped all around, sometimes on top of the colored dusts. It is a wonder
the owner of this place can find anything.
-
Who am I?

[Atwell]

Lout in cholemry had next note, truth found him:

There is something written upon it:

Balcony
. .The south edge of this wooden balcony has been entirely swallowed by the
thicket growing up from below. A few insects and other critters walk back
and forth freely around the greenery. A dark stain in the northwest corner
is reminiscent of certain body fluids. From somewhere nearby comes the
sound of a large animal panting heavily.
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Who am I?

[Atwell]

Mob was obviously vicar, here's his note:


In The Throne of Darkness
. .Skulls of all sizes are scattered all around this huge chamber and they
bring upon this deathly stench in the room. The eastern section of this
large chamber is adorned by a throne made of black marble. Strange murals
depicting gory scenes of a massacre are inscribed all around the marbled
walls of this room. A humanoid corpse is lying in front of the throne in a
pool of blood. An archway is slightly concealed by the huge pile of skulls
lying on the southern wall.
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Who am I?