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Post by Wicksy on Dec 6, 2006 10:21:24 GMT -5
;D Nice entrance guys. Mal, Ewan and Tender are not dead but on 0hp. They will wake up in a few hours and toddle off back to the surface for a refreshing cup of tea and a scone. That way, Fangor, Shakes and Spiral can play again if they wish. No looting though please  |
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Post by Japic on Dec 6, 2006 10:34:00 GMT -5
Being the party healer Coppertop immediately sees to the wounds of his allies. He doesn't waste any spells on them since they want to go back outside and not be in the party anyhow. He'll still bandage them up though and send them off to rest.
He eyes the newcomers with distrust. He'd been running with the same group for so long that he'd forgotten what it was like to deal with new members. It would be very strange not knowing who to rely on for the upcoming battles.
While working on the recently wounded Coppertop speaks to the newcomers. "Well, nice of you to drop in and nearly kill our friends. I don't suppose that you're willing to give us some names, eh? I'm Coppertop, and I'm in charge of the healing around here."
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Post by Toptomcat on Dec 6, 2006 12:00:19 GMT -5
The larger man steps forward.
"I am Jonathan Starsmoore, a mage of no small power, and these are my students. I apologize for this unfortunate mishap- we were examining an unusual drow religious artifact when...well, that's not important right now."
He shoots one of his students an angry glance.
"What, ah...just what is it that you fellows are doing down here?"
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Post by sans on Dec 7, 2006 1:24:27 GMT -5
The dusty dwarf regains his composure while Starsmoore speaks his introduction. Could he trust the people? Well, at least they weren't drow.
"I am Vurd Hillgrass. Just a moment ago, I was defending Goldvein Outpost from a drow assault. The last thing I remember was the strange utterings of a drow wizard weaving a spell. Obviously I have been teleported here, away from the fight. Cowards!"
Sorry for the brief. I'm really busy at work and hardly have time to post.
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Post by Wicksy on Dec 7, 2006 6:33:39 GMT -5
OK, to reiterate this part of the dungeon, the old party battled through what seems to be the first guard post of a Drow enclave. You slew several Drow wearing insignias of a different god to Lolth - Kiarensalee. You also found an undead creature seeming made from a female Drow, stripped of all of its skin. You find in the battles aftermath: You all currently stand in a cave connected to a small room with a tunnel in the ceiling leading to some ancient human tombs - used to raid the surrounding countryside in recent weeks. The cave you stand in opens up into a sprawling, dark chasm. Erie howls and gusts of wind blow past chilling you slightly. Cary on you introductions and explain why you are here if needs be (Coppertop, remaining original party member should still be able to remember ) |
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Post by Toptomcat on Dec 7, 2006 10:32:42 GMT -5
"Look! Drow artifacts!"
Another of the students, a chubby-looking girl in bright, contrasting colors, finally notices the pile of Drow bodies. She cheerily begins sorting through their belongings, laying to the side some that she considers useful to one or another of their 'study group'.
(Can I leave you guys with:, the rapier, the longswords, the spiked chains, all the armor, 2 potions of CLW, the potion of CSW, and the potion of haste?)
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Post by chunker on Dec 7, 2006 14:54:36 GMT -5
{How many "students" are there anyway? And does anyone have a big bag of holding? I don't know if the Haversack can fit all that armor.}
[Abs has interest in potions of Spider Climb, Jump, CSW, CLW, and Haste and +2 longsword for use. He'll carry as armor, chains, etc. as much as he can (his share) with priority on resale value.]
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Post by Toptomcat on Dec 7, 2006 21:20:32 GMT -5
The small girl tugs on Jonathan's robe and says something inaudible. He gives her an apologetic look and a half-bow.
"Forgive me, I've neglected to introduce everyone."
First, he indicates a scrawny-looking guy in his late teens in too-big black robes. He has something strange on his face that it takes you a moment to identify before you realize what they are; eyeglasses, lenses used to correct a deficiency in sight. They're quite rare in the Realms, and almost unheard of on one so young.
"This is Alexander Anderson, a talented summoner."
He next gestures to a plump-looking girl in a remarkable getup. No process of actual fabric dying could possibly have produced the garment she wears: it shimmers with all the colors of the rainbow, and you could swear that they shift subtly as you watch.
"Meet Luna Maxwell, an impressive transmuter who's beginning to explore an interest in chaos magic."
He now points to a stolid-looking young man in practical clothing, currently wiping blood off of what is apparently a mummified hand on a string around his neck. He has an absorbed look and a slight, seemingly constant frown that offset what would otherwise be quite handsome features.
"Ivan Stepankov is a prodigy. I've never seen someone so dedicated to the practise and study of necromancy. Despite being far beneath my power level, his necromantic spells are almost the equal of mine."
The last student is a slight girl barely into puberty, with a reserved and quiet manner accentuated by her dark hair and full-length gray cloak. Jonathan actually envelops the her in a quick hug, speaking with obvious pride and affection.
"This is Marimaya, my neice and ablest student. Don't let her age fool you- she can outcast other abjurers ten times her senior, and her theoretical work is just as impressive as her practical accomplishment.
And she can be a sneaky little minx when she wants to be."
He ruffles her hair and is rewarded with a sunny smile before Marimaya pulls the hood of her cloak back up.
"My modest personal talents largely extend to looking harmless while blowing things up spectaclarly and with extreme thoroughness. I'm also a passable sage.
There. Now that that's over with, how about you tell me something about yourselves?"
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Post by sans on Dec 8, 2006 1:08:06 GMT -5
Vurd is not much for long winded introductions. He had already said all that he wanted to in terms of his personal history- his name. He had blurted something about Goldvein Outpost, but there is no use worrying about it's fate. It's soldiers could defend it well enough.
Vurd grunts, "I seek adventure. I'm good with a scimitar."
In truth, Vurd does not seek adventure... he seek to forget... But he is good with a scimitiar, very good.
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