AMIA ARCHIVE • View topic - Small boy with a box full of carefully printed vellum.

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A nondescript street urchin is seen in major cities in amia asking anyone that remotely seems like a magic user to fill in a small questionaire. If asked, he answers without much interest that the reason is simply a study of demographics that he was paid to preform. If pressed he claims to know little else about it. The questionaire is as follows:

1. What is your full title?

2. For use of the establishment only.
(A blank box)

3. Your race?

4. Where was your place of birth?

5. Do you use Arcane or Divine spells?
Check box A for Arcane, B for Divine.

6. Favoured Deity?

// And uh, feel free to either answer these here or pm them to me. If certain characters wouldn't give out all of the information, leaving some of it blank is fine.

1)Crystal. Um Queen Crystal, sorta, but I don't like that.

2)What's a "establishment"?

3)Human, silly.

4)Pardelia (ooc - small landholding with a few villages and lots of farmland, on the mainland, of which I am now queen for ic reasons which you can rp to learn).

5)*checks box "A" after asking Sinthale'

6)I like Salandra. Making people better is nice.

Vyashir sees the child holding the box of vellum sheets; and rushes up, half-way finished casting a "Hold-Urchin" spell when suddenly he spots that they've already been written on. He mutters curses to himself; picking up one of the flyers, reviewing the information. "Why not?" He mutters to himself as he fills out the form.

1) Vyashir Indrire; Generalist Wizard/Elementalist: Frost/ Part-time dabbler, Et Cætera.

2) *There are a few stray marks scribbled here out of spite*

3) Elven *written in a smaller font; and written lightly on the page*

4) *The writing is extremely illegible; bringing into question if he ever wrote something in the first place*

5) *A*

6) "Mystra" *the writing is large and fancy, with the quotation marks there*

Vyashir neatly folds the form; and returns it to the child. He would plan on following the urchin invisibly to discern who exactly wishes to gather information about casters; but lacks the motivation/attention span to do so: instead focusing on other goals

Lea walks past the boy and notices the questionnary. She picks up a sheet and fills it.

1. *Leaves this one blank*

2. *Does not tick the box*

3. Elven

4. Evermeet

5. *Ticks the 'A' box*

6. Angharradh, but for my magic, Corellon helps.

She hands the sheet back to the boy and wishes him a good day, and walks to the temple.

Xanos is given one of the flyers and fills its out, slightly curious on what this is for. Of course, he has the urge to kick the urchin for bothering him, but there were laws and such against that.

1. What is your full title?
Xanos
2. For use of the establishment only.
(A blank box)

3. Your race?
Half (Drow)*drow is crossed out* Human

4. Where was your place of birth?
*is left blank*

5. Do you use Arcane or Divine spells?
A

6. Favoured Deity?
Ao

The half drow looks over it it before giving it back. Ao wasn't the best choice for deity probubly, but he wasn't going to advertise he was a follower of Mask. He remembers to keep an eye on the boy, hopfully to see where he takes the forms.

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Roslefusio sees the boy and ambles over to him, muttering questions about Tom and such. After getting ignored, he snatches up one of the fliers and reads it through, scratching at it with a plume.

"Roslefusio Kross master of Song and Death are we, and a finer bard none shall Amia ever see."

*draws a rather decent.. skeletal dragon in the blank*

"Well... we suppose you could call us undead, though we prefer immortal or unliving instead"

"Umm... we forget from whence we came, after the curse.. our memory is rather lame"

*scratches an A*

"Falazure, yes the finest god is he! And a champion of his indeed are we!"

// Oh god. You're killing me here Laban. That was actually what the blank was for. A physical description of the person.

Xelia blushes as she is stopped by the small boy, tucking a lock of white hair behind her ear as she takes a sheet, akwardly rummaging through her bag for a quill.

1. What is your full title? Xelia Jenkings, scholar and student of the magnificent and great wizard Drudot.

2. For use of the establishment only.
(Nothing is written here, but the girl did hover over the box for more than a moment in confusion.)

3. Your race? Human... oh, I mean moon elf. I sometimes forget I am so.

4. Where was your place of birth? Silverymoon, I believe... well, I'm not exactly sure where I was born, but I grew up there in the care of the great wizard Drudot Jenkings.

5. Do you use Arcane or Divine spells?
Check box A for Arcane, B for Divine.
Box A is checked, but it looks as if she had erased a mark from box B.

6. Favoured Deity? Sehanine Moonbow, I suppose, since I am a moon elf... I have never prayed to her before though, I'm too busy with my studies, you see.

Xelia hands back the sheet, which is practically covered with her life story.

1. What is your full title?
Earylduil Zyrustain

2. For use of the establishment only.
(A blank box)
<A brilliant drawing of Earylduil fills the box. Showing his usual skill in the art>

3. Your race?
Copper Elf. (( Another name for Wood Elf ))

4. Where was your place of birth?
Anarouch Desert

5. Do you use Arcane or Divine spells?
Check box A for Arcane, B for Divine.
<B is left checked>

6. Favoured Deity?
Silvanus and Mielikki

*Nathan grins, snags a piece of paper, and fills it out*

1. What is your full title? "Xythros! Master Archmage!"

2. For use of the establishment only.
(A blank box) *Nathan actually reads what it says and leaves it blank*

3. Your race? Human

4. Where was your place of birth? Waterdeep

5. Do you use Arcane or Divine spells?
Check box A for Arcane, B for Divine. A

6. Favoured Deity? Mystra

1. What is your full title?

"Clasah Hla'raheal, the Relentless Scourge of the Beastmen. Well... I'd like to think so."

2. For use of the establishment only.
(A blank box)

3. Your race?

"Why elf, naturally." [Points to one of her ears with a grin] "Half sun, half moon elf if you're looking for specifics." [Draws closer to whisper into the urchin's ear] "Can you do me a favor and leave that part out?" [Sighs] "You know what? Just forget I told you." [Eyes widen] "Why isn't this ink wiping off?! Oh, just forget it." [Grumbles in visible frustration]

4. Where was your place of birth?

"Evereska."

5. Do you use Arcane or Divine spells?
Check box A for Arcane, B for Divine.

"Umm... it's a bit complicated and subject to change. Should I check both? No? Okay, the first box then." [Draws a check over box A]

6. Favoured Deity?

"Rillifane Rallathil, though Corellon shall always hold a place in my heart."

An older man walks the streets of Cordor smoking pipe and hears boy yellin; "Hey mister, yes you with the staff."
Looking around he sees no-one matching the description, turns around and answers with little angry tone; "Yes?"
"I'd like to ask you few questions sir."
"We'll if you're quick about it I might give some answers."

1. Mihail Typhal, form[stops to think for a little, then draws lines over the form part]
2.
3. Human
4. -
5. A
6. [looks above at the soon raining sky and decides leave entry empty]

Typhal puts some herbs into his pipe and continues his journey leaving boy with half-empty blanket to stare at.

“Hmm… there must be something to do in this chaotic city!” Naliss spots the street urchin asking people questions. After the urchin is done with everyone, he walks up to Naliss. “May I speak with you for a moment? You look like someone who would know a thing or two about magic, with all of that crazy looking armor and lights flashing around you.” Naliss begins to remove his helmet while the urchin hands him a note to fill out.

1. Naliss Phrozenflare, of the Phrozenflare family.

2. (leaves this blank)

3. Aasimar.

4. Unknown, but I was raise with my grandfather in Arcadia.

5. Marks down the A

6. Lathander. *grins*

“There we go!” Naliss gives the urchin the note before running off to find something better to do.

1. What is your full title?

Baron Edward von Klinkenhoffen, Member of Honour in the Glatunk' and Northern Orc Tribes.

2. For use of the establishment only.
(A blank box)

[An immensly poorly made sketch has been drawn, impossible to tell what it's meant to represent.]

3. Your race?

Sun Elf

4. Where was your place of birth?

The City of Neverwinter

5. Do you use Arcane or Divine spells?
Check box A for Arcane, B for Divine.

"A"

6. Favoured Deity?

[left blank]

*Gagis chukles as he begins to fill it* Ah well, none of this is secret anyway.
1. Gagis Silvarna, the ArchSorcerer of the Tower of Mystra, the Captain Commander of the Weawe Knights and a Cordor Guard Private

2. *a tiny picture with great detail of Gagis has been drawn in fey handwriting*

3. *left blank, after a lot of pondering and unsure muttering*

4. Celestia

5. A

6. Mystra

*Boppi shrugs and starts filling the box*

1: Boppi The Golden Gnome!

2: *A picture of a shoe, fish and potato*

3: Gnome.

4: Wobbleville.

5: A.

6: Mystra/Simon the Sea Bass.

Bustier listens to the explanation, takes the vellum with a smile and fills it out:

- Bustier Cassanova d'Attentourt

- He neatly glues a piece of the Amia Paper into this block: "Bustier's Tailoring Services caters all your Stylish Needs and provides Fashion Advice. Handsome Dresses, Lewd Catsuits, Comfortable Platemail, Avant-garde Loincloths or Orkish Designboots: your Dreams are our Business. We have most Excellent References and sport Multiple Fashion Lines to accommodate for all Sexes, Races and Sizes. We have a permanent stock of the Colours you need for your Trade, and charge fees that do not drain your wallet, unlike our Competitors. A modest collection of decently priced weapons and magical trinkets is available for the discriminating Adventurer."

- Human

- Fashist Extraordinaire

- B, people tell me my designs are divine.

- That must be Salandra.

He puts the paper in the box and walks on.

"One must never skip an occasion to promote one's business, haha"

1. What is your full title?
Gal'Nael Naur'Nóna Taewris. (The word cursed follows, though it is crossed out.)

2. For use of the establishment only.
(A blank box)

3. Your race?
Moon Elf

4. Where was your place of birth?
A forest somewhere... I forget...

5. Do you use Arcane or Divine spells?
Check box A for Arcane, B for Divine.
(A)

6. Favoured Deity?
God's and Godesses are a waste of time.... (The sentance is underined several times )

*Delia passes by*

1. Delia Dy'ner. Keeper of puppies. Arrow-enchanter.

2. *a stickman fill the box*

3. Moon elf

4. Somewhere on an Island far far away. I can't tell the name because I forgot

5. I don't cast spells but I store my magic on arrows. I guess that falls under arcane. so : A

6. I don't worship a god at the moment.

Valkirya had just came back to Cordor, when she saw the crowd around some boy she didn't know. Curious, she looked at her baby, sleeping peacefully in her arms, and thought for a bit if she should pay heed to her curiosity. She shrugged slightly and approached the boy. When she heard what he was doing, she decided to register too.

"Can you turn your back, please?" She asked to the boy. He raised an eyebrow, but turned his back. "Thanks." Valkirya carefully brought her baby near her chest and held it with her left arm, using the right to write.

1. What is your full title?
Valkirya Kraster'il'maenith *Suddenly, she crosses out the surname to replace it for another one, giggling afterwards* Do'Ndar *She looks at the boy and blushes, even though he wouldn't understand why she blushed* "A title? Er... I'm only... me?" *She blushes, embarrassed because she doesn't have, nor can't think of a title, and goes to the next question*

2. For use of the establishment only.
*She looks around, and sees Valafein approaching. She motions him to hold the baby, and then rumages her magic bag in search of something. She then takes out a drawing of a Half-Drow with light grey skin and silver hair reaching her waist, readying herself to fire her longbow.* "My hair is longer now but, oh, well... technicalities." She says upon noticing her hair is almost reaching her hips now.

(For the picture, without coloring yet, go here: http://ubbibr.fotolog.com/blackdahlya/?pid=12678714)

3. Your race?
Half-Drow. And proud, because my father really loved my mother.

4. Where was your place of birth?
Battledale

5. Do you use Arcane or Divine spells?
Check box A for Arcane, B for Divine.
*She checks "A" and writes My father taught me! He is awesome!, after that.

6. Favoured Deity?
Eilistraee. Because my godfather told me all about Her and told me how fabulous She is!

*She folds the parchment and gives it back to the boy, smiling. Then, she waves to him and turns to face Valafein, that promptly gives her the baby, because it's awaken and is making a funny face, as if going to cry. She kisses Valafein's forehead, smiles to her child and walks away with them to the Nomad.*

Not yet a moment had passed after Jynx faded into view within the walls of Mystra's Tower when out from the shadows of the great dragon statue lept a most unwelcome sight. "Miss!" the grubby urchin yelled excitedly at Jynx, plodding toward her with scrolls in hand. "Miss!"

"Gah! Git gone ye bloody booger an snot factory! Come near me and ah swear ah'll poke yer eyeballs out ah will!" Jynx recoiled at the sight of the child, clutching her rapier firmly.

"Eh... Right, didn't understand any of that! Here you go, miss," he barked out blissfully, oblivious to the threat, before sliding the scroll over Jynx's drawn blade then running off to pester someone else.

"Gods... He wouldnae last half a tick in the cage, the wee lil pesterin..." She didn't finish her sentence before her intensely curious eyes locked onto the parchment coiled around her sword. "Hm. Ah'll havtae poke him later... now what might this be?"

Sliding the scroll from the blade, Jynx eagerly furled it open the way any nosy tiefling would, gazing at the questionaire.

Her eyes widened with shock.

"'Gods! Might as well ask mah brassiere size while yer at it ye lil perv! Want tae know who alls ah've been layin round with tae?" Jynx hissed at the runt, who was clearly not hearing a word of it, before she pulled a red and black quill from the empty quiver on her back and began to fill in the blanks.

"Ye willnae learn a thin from me!"

1. Miss Cherry

2. * Enchants the parchment with a near perfect likeness of Cherry Delmbone *

3. Harpy

4. Nessus

5. C

6. Loviatar

// In case you need the real thing for OOC purposes, the answers are:

1. Jynx

3. Tiefling

4. Sigil

5. A

6. Beshaba

//

// Thanks, nope. It's all IC so they will belive that about Cherry unless they find out otherwise.

1. What is your full title?
Scarlet Alyseera Adivaana Ve'heer,
Enchantress of Thay,
Ex-Apprentice of Mistress D'Vreeze,
High Lady Justice of Wyrmhold,
High Advisor of Matron Elg'Carin,
Ruler of the Scarlet Rose Palace of Nessus,
Wife and High Witch of Prince Terzaroch,
Disciple and High Crimson Witch of Lord Mammon,
the Night's Spider Assassin,
the Princess of Baator

2. For use of the establishment only.
(A blank box)
*Casts Arcane Mark to duplicate her mage sigil;
A pair of outstretched, regal white wings on a pitch-black triangle with amber eyes above*

3. Your race?
Baatezu, Erinyes
(AKA Beautiful devil for the unlearned)

4. Where was your place of birth?
Thay

5. Do you use Arcane or Divine spells?
Check box A for Arcane, B for Divine.
A

6. Favoured Deity?
Loviatar, Bane, Tiamat, Shar, Sune, and Eilistraee

*sees the man and goes*hell why not..like anyone else would really care
1.full title?:Norias dela Mors,second too live last too die

2.for use of establishment only? :doodles a happy face made like a ying yang whit 2 wings and 2 thumbs up

3.Your race?: ...hm...well i was a angel for over 14000+ years..but i guess you want the now...Human

4.Place of birth :.....*thinks hard*....i fail too remeber witch heaven..but my second birth place is Troyates ..little village on a other plane...no you wont find it anymore..

5. do you use arcane or divine :...do epic spell count for arcane if so.*checks a and b*

6.Favoured diety: hey there all funny...all of em i say ^.^

*Mars get yanked to the side by the boy*

Mars:"Erm... yes? Need something, Chap?"
Boy:"Sir, I was just wondering if you'd fill out this survey that I'm conducting!" *holds out the parchment*

Mars:"Aww. do I have to?..."
Boy:"Well I suose if you don't want to you don't have to, but it would really help and it would also be extremely nice of you!"
Mars:"Ugh..." *rolls his eyes* "Fine.. but only because you asked so nicely..."

*Mars takes the survey from the boy and goes over the questions once before returning to the boy with the sheet, still blank*

Mars:"I don't understand the second part..." *points to number two*
Boy:"Oh it's supposed to be a physical descrition or portrait of yourself, although it is worded rather poorly and quite a few people have just left it blank because they didn't know what to put."
Mars:"Oh... okay.." *Mars walks off to the side to go over the sheet once more*

*returns a few moments later with the sheet still blank*

Mars:"Why do you need this done anyways?... Just a curiosity thing? Or are you trying to keep tabs on all casters on the island?"
Boy:"Erm... I'll go with the former."
Mars:"...... Erm... okay then!"*walks off to the side yet again and poars over the sheet for the third time, double and triple reading every question*

*He FINALLY pulls out his quill and a small pot of writing ink, noticing there was nowhere to put the ink pot he walks over to the boy YET again*

*The boy lets out a loud and obviously annoyed sigh*
Boy:"What is it now?.. Couldn't you just fill it out and I'll be on my way?"
Mars:"Hold out your hand."
Boy:"Why?"
Mars:"Just do it!"

*the boy gives Mars a confused look and holds out his hand which is immediately filled with the ink pot*

Mars:"There... now be a good lad and hold that until I'm finished."
*Mars pats the boy on the head once, dips his quill in the pot and begins scratching away at the form*

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1. Mars (That's not my actual name... I hope this doesn't ruin your survey)

2. Extraodinarily handsome if I do say myself! Sharp nose, Piercing blue eyes, Deep red hair (I swear it's not dyed!), Large staff, Billowing Red Robes. *quick sketch of a stickman striking a pose while holding a wobbly staff, the stickman is wearing a robe with an arrow pointing to it marking it as "Red"*

Might I point out that you need to be a little more clear with your questions on future surveys, thank you!

3. Human

4. Just outside of Silverymoon

5. *Checks box A and writes beside it (Sorcery, none of that namby pamby wizardry!)

6. Kossuth, Lord of the Flame

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*goes over his answers once, nods with satisfaction and hands the form to the boy, taking his ink pot out of the boys hand, corking it, and putting it into one of his many pockets*

Mars:"There ya go! That wasn't too painful I suppose."
Boy:"Speak for yourself!"

*the boy then quickly walks away in the oposite direction with the parchment, Mars stares at his back with a befuddled look on his face*

Mars:"Whats he got jammed up his hiney?"

*raises an eyebrow, shrugs, and wanders off, humming a quick and random tune to himself*

Sorfilia comes across the street urchin, takes the paper, looks at it and shrugs. "Maybe there'll be some kind of benefit to filling it out," she thinks to herself.

1. Sorfilia Di'makiir *she pauses to think about whether she has any titles, but can name none so she leaves it as it is*
2. *looks over it in puzzlement, then moves on to the next question*
3. Elf
4. Another island near here, I don't know its name
5. A
6. Mystra *draws a crude symbol of her*

She hands the paper over and continues on her way.

snufflepuppy wrote:

Mars:"I don't understand the second part..." *points to number two*
Boy:"Oh it's supposed to be a physical descrition or portrait of yourself, although it is worded rather poorly and quite a few people have just left it blank because they didn't know what to put."
Mars:"Oh... okay.." *Mars walks off to the side to go over the sheet once more*

// That part was actually ooc info to start with, the boy's job but er... people ran with it IC so... *Shrug*

1. What is your full title?

Isendur, just isendur, although I do feel I deserve a title something befitting my status. Isendur Duke of Undead has a nice ring no? No no, too flashy. I'll have to get back to you.

2. For use of the establishment only.
*draws in a simple skeletal arm middle finger extended*

3. Your race?
Sun Elf

4. Where was your place of birth?
I don't think it exhists anymore, so I doubt you'll gain anything from it. So why bother with a name.

5. Do you use Arcane or Divine spells?
A

6. Favoured Deity?
Velsharoon, Lord of the Undead feel free to stop by the graveyard and make a donation of a bodypart or corpse, remember to donate your organs after death so that the church of velsharoon can make progress in the purity that is undeath.

*Islude comes upon the boy and decides to fill it out, perhaps by filling it out, he can come closer to finding out who or what he really is*

1. Islude

2. *Left blank for the establishment*

3. *human is written, scratched out, part of the word "shifter" is written, before being scratched out and human wirrten again*

4. Don't know.

5. Don't know.

6. Don't know.

*he hands it in to the boy, despite only half the questions being answered*

Dositheus is seen walking about Cordor, smiling and giving his sly grins to ladies and merchants as he does his rounds. The boy walks up to him, and tries to strike up his conversation.

Boy: "Umm, sir a moment of your time?"
Dos: "Hmmm, well yes hello.. and how might I help you?"
Boy: "Might you be willing to fill this out sir?"

Dositheus takes the parchment and peruses over it, then narrows his eyes looking at the boy.

Dos: "And to whom might this information be going? Bah.. whatever, I'll give you some information."

Dositheus begins filling out the paper quickly, looking narrowly at the boy and around as he does so.

1. What is your full title?

Dositheus... Master Merchant if you need more.

2. For use of the establishment only.

*Dos looks again at the boy at this point, but leaves it blank*

3. Your race?

Human, a rarety in this city half the time...

4. Where was your place of birth?

Heartlands... if you wish more information seek me out personally.

5. Do you use Arcane or Divine spells?

Once again, seek me in person if such is truly something of interest to you.

6. Favoured Deity?

*Dositheus chuckles and looks at the boy* You know, I believe that this survey is not something I would care to participate in further, farewell my dear boy.

Dositheus watches the boy wander off, and signals two men over, whom he whispers to and points to the boy. They walk off with a nod from Dositheus.

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