Post by K Man on Dec 10, 2008 21:40:10 GMT -5
SEA GREEN
All Others -
The massive door thrown open, you chase after the Dwarves as they pound stubby legs down granite hallways. You follow easily, the only impediment to your progress is the litter of dead bodies strewn about. You trudge through this hallway here, this antechamber there, but it's all the same story. Dozens of dead Dwarves and a sprinkling of dead humans in the marked full plate.
Each battle has been bloody, violent and always in the marked mens' favor. The dead have been destroyed by magic and blade, always without mercy. As the seconds lurch by at an agonizingly slow pace, you begin to worry that you'll find the King of the Dwarves much in the same fashion.
Rounding a corner, you hear the sounds of heated skirmish. Axes clang against armor, shields fend of swords, blasts of magic thunder throughout the stone halls. This battle, however, seems to have fared much in the favor of the Dwarves. An imposing Dwarf leads the final charge against a scant few Humans cornered in the remnants of a throne room. Clerics surround the Dwarf, who is clearly decked in the battle regalia of royalty. Behind them, more Dwarven warriors raise sharpened axes.
A human cleric tries to raise his hand and cast a dark spell but his spell is cut shortly...literally, as the king severs the humans' hand. Seconds later the same human is cut in two. The King shoves into the final remaining humans with his clerics and they are summarily cut down.
Brother Alax rushes to the King, checking him for wounds. The King brushes him off, wounded but no where near in need of help. Shortly thereafter, Third Brother Alax introduces you and your party and explains that you arrived just when you were needed most. The thick muscled Dwarf plants a two-handed sword blade first into the stone. He flicks off a gauntlet and shoulder pad, letting both fall to the ground loudly.
"Ye have me thanks." The extends a bloodied hand for a firm thanks. "I am King Dolster Harnore of Bazarkrak. Why have ye come to our mountain?"
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Natsumi -
Lord Amassu gently folds over a few massive fingers, each one as thick as your arm to cup your hand in his. He takes a single stride out to the cloud patio and patiently waits for you to catch up. He inches to the edge and sits down, allowing his legs to dangle over the edge. Though the winds whips his hair constantly and though the breeze never threatens enough force to topple you, he does not release your hand.
He watches the stars for a moment, his dark eyes glittering as he watches over his self-proclaimed domain. The cloud chariot passes close enough to a smaller, thin cloud for Amassu to reach out with this free hand and let his fingers run gently through it.
"A simple solution for sure."[/b] Amassu smirks in response to your proposal.
Then, for a slight moment, Amassu seems to contemplate it. He looks down at his cloud chariot, running his hand over the fluffy surface.
[Sense Motive Check]
"No."[/b] Amassu frowns. "They must know it is my fury, my strength that has defeated them. They will see my face when I deliver their end."[/b]
DARK RED[/size]
All -
{And Gildas gets credit for the kill!}
Lenny moves in, trying to eliminate the leader that has caused so much trouble.
[dice=20]
Die results = 2 + 8 = Miss
Lenny's stab rolls wide though, the candlelight in the warehouse causing tricky shadows.
Gildas repeats his tactic, feinting before lunging in for a strike. This time, the blow lands square in the middle of the man's back. [Attack Results = Hit, Damage results = 16] The Cleric lurches forward, reaching vainly behind his back to feel the wound. He turns his head, eyes speaking volumes of hate...but he says nothing as he collapses. Blood oozes in unhealthy volumes from his back before running cold.
{Guys, Gildas sent him to -11. Do as you wish from this point forward. We'll pause at Wanderer.}
[Init: Lenny (25), Gildas (10), Wanderer (9.5), Tyrano (9), Death-Speaker (5)]
<<<LEGEND>>>
T = Tyrano
G = Gildas
W = Wanderer
L = Lenny
1 = Death Speaker 62 Damage Taken, dead
2 = Death Speaker (Unconscious), carried by Tyrano
3 = Death Speaker 63 Damage Taken, dead
4 = Death Speaker 63 Damage Taken, dead
5 = Death Speaker (On Roof)
6 = Death Speaker (On Roof)
7 = 'Leader' Death-Speaker 83 Damage Taken[rand=0275991896113075840607939064001477324866151363376724150001018691858]
All Others -
The massive door thrown open, you chase after the Dwarves as they pound stubby legs down granite hallways. You follow easily, the only impediment to your progress is the litter of dead bodies strewn about. You trudge through this hallway here, this antechamber there, but it's all the same story. Dozens of dead Dwarves and a sprinkling of dead humans in the marked full plate.
Each battle has been bloody, violent and always in the marked mens' favor. The dead have been destroyed by magic and blade, always without mercy. As the seconds lurch by at an agonizingly slow pace, you begin to worry that you'll find the King of the Dwarves much in the same fashion.
Rounding a corner, you hear the sounds of heated skirmish. Axes clang against armor, shields fend of swords, blasts of magic thunder throughout the stone halls. This battle, however, seems to have fared much in the favor of the Dwarves. An imposing Dwarf leads the final charge against a scant few Humans cornered in the remnants of a throne room. Clerics surround the Dwarf, who is clearly decked in the battle regalia of royalty. Behind them, more Dwarven warriors raise sharpened axes.
A human cleric tries to raise his hand and cast a dark spell but his spell is cut shortly...literally, as the king severs the humans' hand. Seconds later the same human is cut in two. The King shoves into the final remaining humans with his clerics and they are summarily cut down.
Brother Alax rushes to the King, checking him for wounds. The King brushes him off, wounded but no where near in need of help. Shortly thereafter, Third Brother Alax introduces you and your party and explains that you arrived just when you were needed most. The thick muscled Dwarf plants a two-handed sword blade first into the stone. He flicks off a gauntlet and shoulder pad, letting both fall to the ground loudly.
"Ye have me thanks." The extends a bloodied hand for a firm thanks. "I am King Dolster Harnore of Bazarkrak. Why have ye come to our mountain?"
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Natsumi -
Lord Amassu gently folds over a few massive fingers, each one as thick as your arm to cup your hand in his. He takes a single stride out to the cloud patio and patiently waits for you to catch up. He inches to the edge and sits down, allowing his legs to dangle over the edge. Though the winds whips his hair constantly and though the breeze never threatens enough force to topple you, he does not release your hand.
He watches the stars for a moment, his dark eyes glittering as he watches over his self-proclaimed domain. The cloud chariot passes close enough to a smaller, thin cloud for Amassu to reach out with this free hand and let his fingers run gently through it.
"A simple solution for sure."[/b] Amassu smirks in response to your proposal.
Then, for a slight moment, Amassu seems to contemplate it. He looks down at his cloud chariot, running his hand over the fluffy surface.
[Sense Motive Check]
You suddenly realize that Amassu is unsure of his powers or at least the powers of this cloud chariot. The way he looks at the strange cloud it as if he truly wonders what it is capable of doing. Seconds later, a pensive look crosses his face as he thinks a way out of the situation.
"No."[/b] Amassu frowns. "They must know it is my fury, my strength that has defeated them. They will see my face when I deliver their end."[/b]
DARK RED[/size]
All -
{And Gildas gets credit for the kill!}
Lenny moves in, trying to eliminate the leader that has caused so much trouble.
[dice=20]
Die results = 2 + 8 = Miss
Lenny's stab rolls wide though, the candlelight in the warehouse causing tricky shadows.
Gildas repeats his tactic, feinting before lunging in for a strike. This time, the blow lands square in the middle of the man's back. [Attack Results = Hit, Damage results = 16] The Cleric lurches forward, reaching vainly behind his back to feel the wound. He turns his head, eyes speaking volumes of hate...but he says nothing as he collapses. Blood oozes in unhealthy volumes from his back before running cold.
{Guys, Gildas sent him to -11. Do as you wish from this point forward. We'll pause at Wanderer.}
[Init: Lenny (25), Gildas (10), Wanderer (9.5), Tyrano (9), Death-Speaker (5)]
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<<<LEGEND>>>
T = Tyrano
G = Gildas
W = Wanderer
L = Lenny
1 = Death Speaker 62 Damage Taken, dead
2 = Death Speaker (Unconscious), carried by Tyrano
3 = Death Speaker 63 Damage Taken, dead
4 = Death Speaker 63 Damage Taken, dead
5 = Death Speaker (On Roof)
6 = Death Speaker (On Roof)
7 = 'Leader' Death-Speaker 83 Damage Taken[rand=0275991896113075840607939064001477324866151363376724150001018691858]
this is just plain kindness)
