Post by K Man on Feb 2, 2009 10:47:22 GMT -5
SEA GREEN
All Others -
A few more minutes of speaking with King Dolster and you've got a pretty good idea of what happened here. These men of 'The Master' slipped in during their great feast with the intent to kill...but found the Dwarven King a hard enemy to take down. Before this, another group of people--warriors and scouts from the small nation of Tertia--came seeking a copper bone to defend their homeland from the invading Yehuxul.
It seems there are more than two agendas for these copper bones...
King Dolster is hospitable, offering a night's reprieve in the Dwarven mountain fortress. He takes his leave of you to finish the clean up of his kingdom and assures that the Dwarves will stay on high alert through the night. He will reconvene with you in the morning.
You're led through a series of darkened hallways into the heart of the mountain. You pass several battlefields, strewn with mostly Dwarven bodies but a few of 'The Masters' men. The battle are over and though the damage has been done, the Dwarves ultimately won the day. Blood stained the halls of Bazarkrak, but you feel this will just end up another chapter in their glorious history.
The Dwarf leading you is silent and fuming, not for having been assigned to the duty of taking you to chambers, but for having the great feast so rudely interrupted. Most of the Dwarves you pass are surly, angry that outsiders attempted such a wrongful act. You finally come to a pair of doors to which the Dwarf points and states coldly; "Stay here. The King will summon you in the morning."
He then takes his leave of you.
The quarters are spartan at best, seemingly reserved for lower acolytes and guardsmen. A simple cot, a footlocker and a writing desk. The walls are cold granite and there is little padding on the cot. You settle in for a cold night.
[Let me know if you wish to do/say anything here.]
Morning comes and you rouse to the sound of a rapping on your doors with a gauntleted hand. "The King will see you now." comes the voice from beyond the door. You're given a few minutes to make yourself presentable before the doors opens and a different Dwarf ushers you into the hallway.
You're led through the same series of hallways and walkways, the blood and battles from before almost totally erased. In some sections, the damaged granite blocks are already being removed and replaced. You enter the grand chamber--the scene of last nights most violent battle--and the place is bustling with activity.
The tables and massive kegs have been pushed aside to make way for scaffolding and worker's tables as they repair the ceiling damaged by 'The Masters' clerics. You see King Dolster at the center of this activity, issuing orders and making decrees. You imagine he hasn't slept, but he looks no worse for the wear. His massive weapon is still strapped across his back.
He notes your arrival and waves all others away from him. He looks stern when he speaks his next words and they come out flat and without error.
"We march t'war. My scouts returned earlier last night, an army of these men gathers in th'Yexuhul nation, backed by a larger army of th'walkin' dead."
"It appears th'Dwarves o'Bazarkrak were just th'first to be attacked..."
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Natsumi -
Lord Amassu's eyes only grow wide as your hair falls in locks around your face, gently brushing against his alabaster skin. He looses an almost guttural growl, the lust and desire in his voice evident and animalistic. He sits up, reaches his arm to put around your shoulders and pull you in, but pauses when you speak your last few words of plea.
It is then that Amassu's desire turns to anger.
He frowns and stiffens, becoming once again the towering and angry giant you remember from but two days ago. His voice booms as though it comes from the chest of that thirty-foot giant.
"You swore yourself completely to me...what happens beyond me is no longer your concern. The wars of men rage below always."
"I am giving you a chance to raise up beyond that life...forever."[/b][/size]
The Lord touches the cloud's wall and makes no effort to hide the command word. He speaks it and a vast hole open in the center of the floor. Suddenly and violently the cloud fills with a whoosh of cold night air. You can see the ground and lesser clouds streaking by at an alarming rate. It is significantly more dangerous to look down upon it than out over it as before.
Lord Amassu fixes his gaze on you once more, black orbs burning into you.
"Turn me away and earn my anger and wrath for what little will remain of your life."[/b][/size]
DARK RED[/size]
All -
The Acolyte nods, ushering you inside to sit in a pew underneath a large marble statue of the father of Justice holding a mace in one and a scale in the other. The Acolyte rushes to the back of the temple, sconces flickering as he rushes past. No less than a minute later, Dartius returns with both Lockheart an the Acolyte in tow. They race between the aisles of pews and approach you with a worried look on their face.
They immediately note the man slumped between you, propped up by your own strength.
"Is everything alright?" Dartius looks the man over. "Who is this man?"
All Others -
A few more minutes of speaking with King Dolster and you've got a pretty good idea of what happened here. These men of 'The Master' slipped in during their great feast with the intent to kill...but found the Dwarven King a hard enemy to take down. Before this, another group of people--warriors and scouts from the small nation of Tertia--came seeking a copper bone to defend their homeland from the invading Yehuxul.
It seems there are more than two agendas for these copper bones...
King Dolster is hospitable, offering a night's reprieve in the Dwarven mountain fortress. He takes his leave of you to finish the clean up of his kingdom and assures that the Dwarves will stay on high alert through the night. He will reconvene with you in the morning.
You're led through a series of darkened hallways into the heart of the mountain. You pass several battlefields, strewn with mostly Dwarven bodies but a few of 'The Masters' men. The battle are over and though the damage has been done, the Dwarves ultimately won the day. Blood stained the halls of Bazarkrak, but you feel this will just end up another chapter in their glorious history.
The Dwarf leading you is silent and fuming, not for having been assigned to the duty of taking you to chambers, but for having the great feast so rudely interrupted. Most of the Dwarves you pass are surly, angry that outsiders attempted such a wrongful act. You finally come to a pair of doors to which the Dwarf points and states coldly; "Stay here. The King will summon you in the morning."
He then takes his leave of you.
The quarters are spartan at best, seemingly reserved for lower acolytes and guardsmen. A simple cot, a footlocker and a writing desk. The walls are cold granite and there is little padding on the cot. You settle in for a cold night.
[Let me know if you wish to do/say anything here.]
Morning comes and you rouse to the sound of a rapping on your doors with a gauntleted hand. "The King will see you now." comes the voice from beyond the door. You're given a few minutes to make yourself presentable before the doors opens and a different Dwarf ushers you into the hallway.
You're led through the same series of hallways and walkways, the blood and battles from before almost totally erased. In some sections, the damaged granite blocks are already being removed and replaced. You enter the grand chamber--the scene of last nights most violent battle--and the place is bustling with activity.
The tables and massive kegs have been pushed aside to make way for scaffolding and worker's tables as they repair the ceiling damaged by 'The Masters' clerics. You see King Dolster at the center of this activity, issuing orders and making decrees. You imagine he hasn't slept, but he looks no worse for the wear. His massive weapon is still strapped across his back.
He notes your arrival and waves all others away from him. He looks stern when he speaks his next words and they come out flat and without error.
"We march t'war. My scouts returned earlier last night, an army of these men gathers in th'Yexuhul nation, backed by a larger army of th'walkin' dead."
"It appears th'Dwarves o'Bazarkrak were just th'first to be attacked..."
-----------------------------------
Natsumi -
Lord Amassu's eyes only grow wide as your hair falls in locks around your face, gently brushing against his alabaster skin. He looses an almost guttural growl, the lust and desire in his voice evident and animalistic. He sits up, reaches his arm to put around your shoulders and pull you in, but pauses when you speak your last few words of plea.
It is then that Amassu's desire turns to anger.
He frowns and stiffens, becoming once again the towering and angry giant you remember from but two days ago. His voice booms as though it comes from the chest of that thirty-foot giant.
"You swore yourself completely to me...what happens beyond me is no longer your concern. The wars of men rage below always."
"I am giving you a chance to raise up beyond that life...forever."[/b][/size]
The Lord touches the cloud's wall and makes no effort to hide the command word. He speaks it and a vast hole open in the center of the floor. Suddenly and violently the cloud fills with a whoosh of cold night air. You can see the ground and lesser clouds streaking by at an alarming rate. It is significantly more dangerous to look down upon it than out over it as before.
Lord Amassu fixes his gaze on you once more, black orbs burning into you.
"Turn me away and earn my anger and wrath for what little will remain of your life."[/b][/size]
DARK RED[/size]
All -
The Acolyte nods, ushering you inside to sit in a pew underneath a large marble statue of the father of Justice holding a mace in one and a scale in the other. The Acolyte rushes to the back of the temple, sconces flickering as he rushes past. No less than a minute later, Dartius returns with both Lockheart an the Acolyte in tow. They race between the aisles of pews and approach you with a worried look on their face.
They immediately note the man slumped between you, propped up by your own strength.
"Is everything alright?" Dartius looks the man over. "Who is this man?"
