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The sky above Tol Vanima had darkened. Shadows loomed menacingly on the leafy floors of the forest. The whispered silence of trees loomed in the air, the birds ceased to call, the wind ceased to breath, a dark presence had filled the air…Rasmantil needed blood, treacherous blood, elven blood. Throug...

Dark shadows caressed the forest ground, The trees grew long around them. The northern forest grew quiet.

The Girl was missing...he would find her and life would be his

12 temp characters, that were made for being slaughtered without stopping the murderer, were killed, and the murderer would get away asap. Yes, it is called establishing the quest. Thats BS cuz you got a player, that has never trained his character to a decent fighitng skill and is supposed to be s...

Yes, but there are obvious reasons that make sense as to why. You just have to find them out. If you wish to reply, please Pm me. Thankyou.

I Who the heck is Rasmantil? (better yet, who are the first 12 people that were 'killed') . I find much of it bizarre and ill accounted for. Unlike the Drahken/ Necromancers quest. The 'rasmantil' quest has little involvement with the gms (aside from events every now and then). Also, i believe, tha...

In the early hours of the morning, a body is tied to a tree outside the grey rose by shadowy figures. A note is tied to the bodies tongue.

"Bring the 13th or more shall follow."

Nymus lay unconcious in the northern forest, tied to a tree. His limp body cut and scratched.. he had been there for days now.. Nightmares and dark thoughts flew around his unconcious mind. "Why weren't they coming, why was nobody helping?" A voice rasped from the shadows.. awakening the ...

A note appears on the town wall, in long spidery writing it reads...

Four days are yours to return the 13th, the elf Nymus awaits.

~The Executioner~

Rasmantil watched Lathor from the shadows.. He remembered his face, though much older now. .. He would gain no luck though,that was certain. The citizens of this town were much to paranoid to heed the Elf's advice, and much to rude to earn the Elf's time. It was time to take the 13th and gain an ete...

A note appears on the wall below the parchment.
It is written in Elvish Handwriting.


"Your proof, we shall enjoy taking your life. Liles."

Below the writing a single finger is pinned, blood still runs from it.

A small note Appears on the town wall...

"We have Nymus Nottenfid, give us the 13th and we will spare his miserable life."

Salathe You'll have to find out In-game. *rasps a voice from the forums*

The sky darkened, a thick swirling mass of grey clouds swept across the crecent moon. The trees rustled, the wolves ceased to howl... Dark figures approach Greenbriar, Varshikar and Troll'sbane, the skulls that don their faces glow in the moonlight. Screams escape in the night air. Silence follows....

A halfling is found nailed to a tree in the briar forest. In his mouth a note is placed. It reads...

Greenbriar.

Another life, send me the thirteenth or the halflings shall pay.

..It remains unsigned...

A figure watches the four from the shadows, the flickering of the campfire reflects of the cavern walls, creating eerie shadows across the men's faces. They chat, their jovial voices echo around the cave "Aye, that was some beast Celegorn, did you see the arms on it, could crush a man with one...

As the hours pass, you notice that birds begin to sing once more, the forest seems reborn...

The shadows grew closer to the laughing man, A voice rasps from the shadows... "Brave words for a man with much to lose" The man remains still, his heart racing. The shadow stretch and contort across the leafy ground, no other sounds escape the vast expanse of the shadows other than the r...

We can supply you with all the pain you need.

A simple orcish mark signs the parchment.

The Body is no longer there.. a pair of footsteps head north... in it's place, the corpse of Elijah Merryweather.

Two hooded figures gather in a clearing in the northern forest. The sit and wait, no a sound between them. The shadows grow longer in the darkening sky. "Good" rasps a voice from the shadows. The two figures bow slightly, one is noticeable hunched to one side, the other tall, a noblility t...

A figure lurks silently in the shadows of the nothern forest.. brooding. The girl had escaped.. saved by an elfess.. filth... Traitor. A crowd gathers.. smaller in number now.. but just as terrifying.. The moonlight highlights the macabre skull masks that they don their faces.. "The time draws ...

In early hours of the morning a piercing scream is heard in the distance.. If you were to investigate you would find a large woman screaming hysterically at the top of her lungs at the macabre sight that lies in front of her. There.. on the south walls of trollsbane hang 12 different bodies.. each w...

An unseen figure lights the grey rose bridge, it burns brightly in the distance.

A man is dragged by an orc wearing a mask shaped like a skull into the forest. The orc drops him harshly onto the ground and kicks the man, small patches of daylight flood through the forest.. highlighting the macabre mask of the orc. "I leave you here for master oomie!" cackles the orc. &...

Screams echo from the distance into the night sky. In a forest clearing lays an orc writhing in agony, Urkun. "Please...agh...please" he cries, eyes watering and closed tight. His body hunched tightly into a ball. "You let him go!" rasps a voice from the shadows "You let him...

The small group of hooded figures gather in a small clearing of the northern forest, the moonlight casting longs shdows into the dense surrounding forest. "Lord?" asks one of the taller figures, a slight quiver in his voice. A harsh wind creep up around the trees, the sound of rustling lea...

A small group of hooded firgures make their way through the northern forest, moonlight reflects distorted shadows onto the leafy floor below, in the shadows awaits a figure... "Master?.." One of the figures asks fearfully in a gruff voice. "Welcome servants" Replies a rasping voi...