Ziggurat of Imira: Team Two[IC]

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Ziggurat of Imira

Team Two
{table=head]Character|Class/Race|Player

Boil|

Warforged Warblade

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Ryuuk

Quien|

Amphibious Fire Elf Factotum

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Crazedloon

Aphael Ozenamu|

Aventi Stormlord

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Ghal Marak

Ithor|

Shoal Halfling Scarlet Cosair

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Expirement10k14

Virva|

Aquatic Half-Elf Mage of the Arcane Order

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Vael

[/table]

Ages ago an elf, prince of a coastal kingdom, fell in love with a human maiden, Imira. He gave her a sacred amulet passed through his royal bloodline for generations as a token of his love. They eventually wedded and lived within his palace. As the years went on she began to age, while he remained youthful. It wasn’t long before his love for her died and he kicked her out of the palace for a younger bride. Old and alone she soon died.

The prince did not count on the magic of the amulet. Unbeknownst to the generations of hands it passed through the amulet bore horrific powers over ensuring promises were kept. Wresting Imira’s soul from back into her body, infused now with arcane energy, she walked again. The entire kingdom sunk that day, lost forever, in her destructive fury. It is said that the vengeful crone waits in the palace still cradling the corpse of her beloved prince…

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The Ship
One of the few given permission to explore this so called ruins, the emperor himself did not believe his messengers when he got word of the recent discovery. Of all seven people that applied to investigate the discovery they were all accepted, and given passage. It didn’t matter who disproved that the ruins in fact never existed, just that it be proved. There was no such thing as a civilization that was once greater than the one he ruled now. He commanded all the known world, now known as the Silver Empire.

Sailing aboard, the Bronze Visage, one of the two ships sent by the Emperor, you look around you. Crewman in neatly kept dark red uniforms work diligently around the ship. The sight was curious since you first boarded, a ship covered in bronze plating. You had heard of a few of the ships on the royal navy to have iron plating but this particularly one was unique to be sure. The captain had confirmed your curiosities upon boarding.

“Yessiree, back to front. Only one in the fleet.”, to quote him.

A man of golden eyes and a mop of grey unkept hair, the captain was a strange figure. He demanded organization of his crew and their looks but hardly kept up with his own hygiene.

At this moment you hear the captain yelling at a dwarf scurrying down to the lower levels.

“And get that steam engine fixed now. I tell you! We’re within sight of the island and I won’t have this set us back more than an hour!”