Post by K Man on Aug 23, 2004 10:54:15 GMT -5
Garor, Newt, Hero, Callian, Caelith and Angelus - Camir nods, addressing questions in a professional fashion. It is clear this is not the first time the young solider has addressed ambassadors.
"We are at a loss for the reason of the theft here as well ambassadors. The parts, aside from raw material, have no value outside of the machine."
"To duplicate more would take great energy and effort on behalf of Theld. He spent years building the machine in the first place, I can only assume it would take almost as long to repair and rebuild."
"Unfortunately, Theld did not have the foresight to build spare parts. His first builds were strong enough to last...but not theft proof."
Camir stands and bows low.
"All that Morten has is at your disposal, though I loathe to admit that is little in this time of war. Horses are availabe should you want to ride to Cannon's Foot. Should you wish to speak with Theld himself, his house and the machine are but a short distance from here. I would be happy to take you."
"You have but to request it...I will fulfill."
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Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Irinys scowls at the menion of Sturmguard.
"I said earlier, Sturmguard is a fool. I would rather walk into the Deathspew Swamps and fofeit this crystal to 'The Master' himself since that is precisely what I would be doing."
"He is right, Sturmguard would take every opportunity to seize the crystal for himself. We cannot go to Ravenshead."
The prisoners all seemed stunned, torn between where to lay their loyalty. They seem to have loved Sturmguard, but Irinys and his promise of Ephemiryl are great too. Looking to the small goblin, he grins from ear to ear.
"Mordrock know of a place near river with boats. Only a half-day walk from here. All rivers lead to ocean. We take crystal to river, put in boat and float with it."
"We can reach ocean in three days."
The prisoners and elven warriors all nod. Mordrock smooths back his stubbly hair again with a hand covered in saliva. He takes a step closer to Krysta. Even Irinys himself seems somewhat impressed.
"Maybe it is worth more than laugh..."
"Good...Men!"
The elven prince motions to his squad of warriors and to all able.
"Fashion a splint or whatever you can to carry this. Surely there are polearms we could lash together and make a stretcher with cloth, or perhaps wagon...find something!"
You are left with your orders to find a way to carry the crystal to the river.
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Yuri, Romar and Sehanine -
{Forgive me, I must have missed something. If you did summon wolves, I thought you may want to keep them quiet to not have to explain them later. If not, let me know.}
Sehanine slashes at the beast before her. {Attack Rolls = 20, 18} Both strikes hit deep, drawing the black ichor of orcish blood. {Damage Rolls = 7, 5} The orc gurgles and falls to the ground lifeless.
Orc 4 is dead. {Orc 1 was already dead Sehanine.}
Romar follows suit and turns on his attackers. {Attack Rolls = 26 [crit confirm roll, success] 14} The first strike is lethal, driving into the soft neck flesh of the orc. {Damage roll = 15} The orc collapses, its head nearly severed.
Orc 5 is dead.
The remaining orc snarls and attacks the ranger again. {Orc 3 attack Roll = 10} The spear misses any target, causing the orc to snarl in frustration.
Yuri places a single finger to his temple, focusing the power of his mind. {Orc 3 Will Save, Fail. Damage Roll = 9} The orc goes limp, his eyes rolling into his head as his mind is wiped clean without a single move from Yuri.
Orc 3 is dead.
The dwarves, now aware of your presence and your actions form a defensive circle in their clearing. A dwarf steps forward, clad in full plate for his race. His three horned helm frames his full white beard neatly, and his holy symbols and warhammer denote his profession as a cleric. He shouts from within the safety of the glade.
"We thank ye for the help strangers...however, ye best be moving quick. Come, stand behind us."
You look to the enemies on the ground, wondering what he's referring to. You see it immediately...
The mark of 'The Master' is glowing...
There on the chest of every fallen enemy, is a mark of 'The Master', horrid and pulsating, bringing your enemies back to life.
The Mark;
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EDIT: Added the mark for flavor:) Thanks Celebril!!
"We are at a loss for the reason of the theft here as well ambassadors. The parts, aside from raw material, have no value outside of the machine."
"To duplicate more would take great energy and effort on behalf of Theld. He spent years building the machine in the first place, I can only assume it would take almost as long to repair and rebuild."
"Unfortunately, Theld did not have the foresight to build spare parts. His first builds were strong enough to last...but not theft proof."
Camir stands and bows low.
"All that Morten has is at your disposal, though I loathe to admit that is little in this time of war. Horses are availabe should you want to ride to Cannon's Foot. Should you wish to speak with Theld himself, his house and the machine are but a short distance from here. I would be happy to take you."
"You have but to request it...I will fulfill."
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Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Irinys scowls at the menion of Sturmguard.
"I said earlier, Sturmguard is a fool. I would rather walk into the Deathspew Swamps and fofeit this crystal to 'The Master' himself since that is precisely what I would be doing."
"He is right, Sturmguard would take every opportunity to seize the crystal for himself. We cannot go to Ravenshead."
The prisoners all seemed stunned, torn between where to lay their loyalty. They seem to have loved Sturmguard, but Irinys and his promise of Ephemiryl are great too. Looking to the small goblin, he grins from ear to ear.
"Mordrock know of a place near river with boats. Only a half-day walk from here. All rivers lead to ocean. We take crystal to river, put in boat and float with it."
"We can reach ocean in three days."
The prisoners and elven warriors all nod. Mordrock smooths back his stubbly hair again with a hand covered in saliva. He takes a step closer to Krysta. Even Irinys himself seems somewhat impressed.
"Maybe it is worth more than laugh..."
"Good...Men!"
The elven prince motions to his squad of warriors and to all able.
"Fashion a splint or whatever you can to carry this. Surely there are polearms we could lash together and make a stretcher with cloth, or perhaps wagon...find something!"
You are left with your orders to find a way to carry the crystal to the river.
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Yuri, Romar and Sehanine -
(BTW: Where's my wolves at?)
{Forgive me, I must have missed something. If you did summon wolves, I thought you may want to keep them quiet to not have to explain them later. If not, let me know.}
Sehanine slashes at the beast before her. {Attack Rolls = 20, 18} Both strikes hit deep, drawing the black ichor of orcish blood. {Damage Rolls = 7, 5} The orc gurgles and falls to the ground lifeless.
Orc 4 is dead. {Orc 1 was already dead Sehanine.}
Romar follows suit and turns on his attackers. {Attack Rolls = 26 [crit confirm roll, success] 14} The first strike is lethal, driving into the soft neck flesh of the orc. {Damage roll = 15} The orc collapses, its head nearly severed.
Orc 5 is dead.
The remaining orc snarls and attacks the ranger again. {Orc 3 attack Roll = 10} The spear misses any target, causing the orc to snarl in frustration.
Yuri places a single finger to his temple, focusing the power of his mind. {Orc 3 Will Save, Fail. Damage Roll = 9} The orc goes limp, his eyes rolling into his head as his mind is wiped clean without a single move from Yuri.
Orc 3 is dead.
The dwarves, now aware of your presence and your actions form a defensive circle in their clearing. A dwarf steps forward, clad in full plate for his race. His three horned helm frames his full white beard neatly, and his holy symbols and warhammer denote his profession as a cleric. He shouts from within the safety of the glade.
"We thank ye for the help strangers...however, ye best be moving quick. Come, stand behind us."
You look to the enemies on the ground, wondering what he's referring to. You see it immediately...
The mark of 'The Master' is glowing...
There on the chest of every fallen enemy, is a mark of 'The Master', horrid and pulsating, bringing your enemies back to life.
The Mark;
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EDIT: Added the mark for flavor:) Thanks Celebril!!
