Post by K Man on Sept 2, 2004 10:08:46 GMT -5
Hero and Garor - [Hero, Spot Check] The young maidens right glove does seem a bit...discolored. As though stained with a red wine and then extensively washed.
Master Magmire rubs his chin.
"Well, we all stand to benefit from Theld's research, but none really benefit from the theft."
"I am sorry brother dwarf, I cannot think of a reasoning behind this strange theft."
Master Magmire waits for any further communications.
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Newt and Angelus - The bartender raises an eyebrow.
"Send the bill to Camir eh?...Right, I've heard that one before."
He leans across the bar, stopping inches from your face.
"Look, I don't just break out this ale for anyone...you and your 'friend' over there have a tab that needs to be settled."
The bartender looks to be on the verge of throwing punches. The patrons of the bar take notice and quieted hush comes over the crowd.
Newt - The young boy looks at you and lowers his eyes as though shy.
"I don't know if I should talk to you..."
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Caelith and Callian - The girl becomes shy, lowering her head and looking away slightly.
"Missing...uh yes, missing. I think maybe one of the other servers may have taken it mistakenly. I'll find it later. They are silver but not all that valuable."
"Oh, the great machine? You mean Master Theld's 'vein-rider'. It is here but sadly, I believe it is broken."
The girl sees a man across the tavern wishing to partake in the meats and cheeses she carries. She curtsies and steps away.
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Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Rushing around the glade, you begin to hack the corpses and drag the bodies into the fires. Most go up in a blaze, their skin cracking and splitting like wood...others simply smolder and fume the area with their horrid stench.
However, despite your best efforts, you cannot clear the glade of all the bodies and the four wrestling orcs rise upwards, their bodies becoming animated by some unseen force. The marks of 'The Master' glow and pulsate like some horrid beacon to their existence in the afterlife.
The stumble and lurch towards you, arms outstretched and reaching for your fleshy bodies....
{Initiative: Girud and Krysta, Galdren, The 4 Orcs, Mordrock}
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f = Fire
r = River
g = Goblin
x = Dead monster
O = Undead Orc
s = Shrubbery
M = Mordrock
G1 = Galdren
G2 = Girud
K = Krysta
I imagined you all running around, killing things again. If you don't like placement, let me know.
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Sehanine and Romar - Marg doesn't fight back, knowing that it is his fault you are now within Bazarkrak without anything he promised. He nods.
"I know laddy, I know. But this fight be getting us no where."
Marg turns to the doorman, his face melancholy.
"Tell me...what happened."
"Well, the treaty we had was broken."
Marg lowers his head and speaks, adding more information.
"We dwarves of Bazarkrak embraced our dark brethren, the Duegar and Drow, those that live within the depths of our own mountain. We had a treaty with them, we mined gold and ore together and often shared magics and technology."
Marg speaks up, looking back to the other dwarf.
"Who broke this treaty?"
"They did, well, a figure appeared from the depths, one that we did not know existed. A 'Squidy'..."
The doorman looks to Sehanine and Romar, remembering his company.
"An illithid."
"We think he may have used mind powers to command the Deep Dwarves and Dark Elves, sending them against us. It was a terrible battle. We lost nearly all the high clerics and Grandil himself lays poisoned, just yonder."
The dwarf points to a another regal, yet sickly dwarf. He bears royal garb and coughs violently, taking nearly all of his strength to survive. The door man looks despondent.
"We are glad you have returned Marg. Can you aid Grandil? Remove the poison from him?"
"Not until I pray again. I am not prepared for poison. I communed and requested the power to repel the undead."
"I can only slow it down...I cannot stop it."
The other dwarves with Marg simply shake their head, indicating they lack the powers to fight the poison in their king's veins.
"If only we could get to the stores, we could get an antidote."
"I'm afraid King Grandil will die within a few hours if we do not do something. He will die and our only heir is lost to the outside world."
Marg again leans and speaks a few additional words.
"He means Garor SkullSplitter. The very dwarf I left the mountain to find...to no avail."
Marg rubs his chin and pulls on his beard, looking Sehanine and Romar over. His eyes squint and he appears lost in thought. He looks to Romar.
"If I could get you the spirit of your horse back, would you help me...help us?"
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Yuri - Hirsuthe, with a speed you still have not become accustomed to, crosses the glade and stops before your face, his teeth bared.
"I do not need favors! I need servants!"
Hirsuthe puffs cold, stale air from his lungs as though his body is suddenly fooled into thinking its alive.
"I do not care how you do it, only that you do it. Turn them...make them mine...or I shall put you through pain the likes of which would make demons cringe."
The vampire turns and heads back to the undead steed petting it as though its flesh could feel his touch. He looks over his shoulder.
"Yes, this is the ranger's horse...I have special plans for this one. It will become my steed...it will become a nightmare..."
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Master Magmire rubs his chin.
"Well, we all stand to benefit from Theld's research, but none really benefit from the theft."
"I am sorry brother dwarf, I cannot think of a reasoning behind this strange theft."
Master Magmire waits for any further communications.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Newt and Angelus - The bartender raises an eyebrow.
"Send the bill to Camir eh?...Right, I've heard that one before."
He leans across the bar, stopping inches from your face.
"Look, I don't just break out this ale for anyone...you and your 'friend' over there have a tab that needs to be settled."
The bartender looks to be on the verge of throwing punches. The patrons of the bar take notice and quieted hush comes over the crowd.
Newt - The young boy looks at you and lowers his eyes as though shy.
"I don't know if I should talk to you..."
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Caelith and Callian - The girl becomes shy, lowering her head and looking away slightly.
"Missing...uh yes, missing. I think maybe one of the other servers may have taken it mistakenly. I'll find it later. They are silver but not all that valuable."
"Oh, the great machine? You mean Master Theld's 'vein-rider'. It is here but sadly, I believe it is broken."
The girl sees a man across the tavern wishing to partake in the meats and cheeses she carries. She curtsies and steps away.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Rushing around the glade, you begin to hack the corpses and drag the bodies into the fires. Most go up in a blaze, their skin cracking and splitting like wood...others simply smolder and fume the area with their horrid stench.
However, despite your best efforts, you cannot clear the glade of all the bodies and the four wrestling orcs rise upwards, their bodies becoming animated by some unseen force. The marks of 'The Master' glow and pulsate like some horrid beacon to their existence in the afterlife.
The stumble and lurch towards you, arms outstretched and reaching for your fleshy bodies....
{Initiative: Girud and Krysta, Galdren, The 4 Orcs, Mordrock}
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
rrrrrrrrrr................rrrr..........rrrrrrrrrrrr......rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
...x..x....................................x...x..............................ssss
......f..........................................................................ssss
......x.M.................................... xG1............................ssss
...............................................................................ssssss
.................................K................................................ssss
.................................................................................ssss
....xxx.......................................OO................................ss
......f..........................G2...........OO.............................ssss
.....xx.........................................................................ssss
...................................................................................ssss
...................................................................................ssss
..................................................................................ssss
ssssssssssssss.......ssssssss.......sss.............sssssss.......
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
f = Fire
r = River
g = Goblin
x = Dead monster
O = Undead Orc
s = Shrubbery
M = Mordrock
G1 = Galdren
G2 = Girud
K = Krysta
I imagined you all running around, killing things again. If you don't like placement, let me know.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sehanine and Romar - Marg doesn't fight back, knowing that it is his fault you are now within Bazarkrak without anything he promised. He nods.
"I know laddy, I know. But this fight be getting us no where."
Marg turns to the doorman, his face melancholy.
"Tell me...what happened."
"Well, the treaty we had was broken."
Marg lowers his head and speaks, adding more information.
"We dwarves of Bazarkrak embraced our dark brethren, the Duegar and Drow, those that live within the depths of our own mountain. We had a treaty with them, we mined gold and ore together and often shared magics and technology."
Marg speaks up, looking back to the other dwarf.
"Who broke this treaty?"
"They did, well, a figure appeared from the depths, one that we did not know existed. A 'Squidy'..."
The doorman looks to Sehanine and Romar, remembering his company.
"An illithid."
"We think he may have used mind powers to command the Deep Dwarves and Dark Elves, sending them against us. It was a terrible battle. We lost nearly all the high clerics and Grandil himself lays poisoned, just yonder."
The dwarf points to a another regal, yet sickly dwarf. He bears royal garb and coughs violently, taking nearly all of his strength to survive. The door man looks despondent.
"We are glad you have returned Marg. Can you aid Grandil? Remove the poison from him?"
"Not until I pray again. I am not prepared for poison. I communed and requested the power to repel the undead."
"I can only slow it down...I cannot stop it."
The other dwarves with Marg simply shake their head, indicating they lack the powers to fight the poison in their king's veins.
"If only we could get to the stores, we could get an antidote."
"I'm afraid King Grandil will die within a few hours if we do not do something. He will die and our only heir is lost to the outside world."
Marg again leans and speaks a few additional words.
"He means Garor SkullSplitter. The very dwarf I left the mountain to find...to no avail."
Marg rubs his chin and pulls on his beard, looking Sehanine and Romar over. His eyes squint and he appears lost in thought. He looks to Romar.
"If I could get you the spirit of your horse back, would you help me...help us?"
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yuri - Hirsuthe, with a speed you still have not become accustomed to, crosses the glade and stops before your face, his teeth bared.
"I do not need favors! I need servants!"
Hirsuthe puffs cold, stale air from his lungs as though his body is suddenly fooled into thinking its alive.
"I do not care how you do it, only that you do it. Turn them...make them mine...or I shall put you through pain the likes of which would make demons cringe."
The vampire turns and heads back to the undead steed petting it as though its flesh could feel his touch. He looks over his shoulder.
"Yes, this is the ranger's horse...I have special plans for this one. It will become my steed...it will become a nightmare..."
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