Post by K Man on Sept 9, 2004 10:16:09 GMT -5
Hero and Garor - Traylara looks timid as she speaks, her eyes darting everwhere else but to the accusers'.
"I was cleeaning the dishes from a previous meal."
Master Magmire confirms the meal.
"That night I did have some guests over and the meal was large...as most dwarven meals are. The girl could not have finished the dishes by herself and done something else."
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Newt - The young boy looks at you, his eyes glazing over.
"What machine?"
He seems genuinely confused.
Angelus - Camir waves off the offer of a drink. He takes the papers from you, recording a few key figures and then hands them back.
"No harm done ambassador, but I would suggest that you move along from this place. I do not think the caretaker has much interest in...ensuring you have a nice visit."
Looking over Camir's shoulder, you feel the bartender is cutting into you with his glare. Perhaps the Captain's advice should be taken.
Camir dismisses himself and heads back into the streets.
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Caelith - The innkeeper absent mindedly goes about his business, answering the query.
"Probably as soon as her shift if over...in a few hours. That's when she borrowed it the first time. She'll probably come in here then..."
Caelith - You leave and head towards Master Theld's machine-house.
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Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Krysta moves on the last standing undead, dropping her blade at its neckline. {Attack Roll = 25, Damage Roll = 10}
The last orc falls to the ground, body twitching from its second death throws.
Panting from the fight, you pause for a moment to consider the power of 'The Master'. Not only did his troops prove worthy in life, they were almost double their strength in death...and nearly immediately. It is no wonder that his armies have begun to quickly crush the lands. With powers like that, you wonder how anyone has managed to stand up to it yet.
You look over to the river and spot four boats, all tied poorly to a stick mooring. They appear big enough to handle the crystal and all of the refugees as they hed towards Ephemiryl.
Turning to Mordrock, Krysta barks a command as you all scour the area for more life...or unlife.
Mordrock, seemingly pleased with his one kill, turns slowly, holding his arms out to the side and forcing his pathetic bulges outward again. Sometimes, the displays this goblin provides for 'puppy love' are a welcome, jovial sight in dark times. He walks slowly out of the glade with chest puffed out and arms flexed.
Girud - As Mordorck leaves, you take a moment to study the mark of 'The Master'. It is emblazoned on the chest of every soldier, in the same spot, over the heart. It is red and deep, almost branded into the flesh. You pause to think of what could have perhaps kept the others from rising immediately.
They were burned as soon as they fell...Fire...it must be fire that stems the resurrection powers of 'The Master'.
Moments later, the elven prince Irinys returns with the crystal in tow. He nods approvingly at the devastation and destruction your small party has wrought on these creatures.
"I trust everything went well?"
He scans you all for wounds that need healing.
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Sehanine and Romar - Marg talks as he walks over towards the fallen Dwarven king.
"I'll do what I can to slow the poison, but we be needing the antidote. A little further in, past the sealed doors we have a store."
"Since we have worked so closely with our dark, earthly brothers, we learned of their poison and made many antidotes to counter it...should this happen."
Marg looks solemnly over the body if Grandil, kneeling beside it an preparing a spell to slow the poison.
"We need ye to get to the stores and return with a vial of antidote. The stores are to the right, forward past two intersections and to the left. The antidote be in a small vial, purple and smells faintly of honey."
"We'll open the doors for ye, but I doubt any of us can help ye. Ye'll be closed in there with only the gods know what..."
"Knock on the door four times, then three and we'll let ye back in."
Looking around, you know Marg's words ring true. These are a battered people, none of them appear to be worth very much in battle.
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Yuri - Waiting until the cover of night...or at least until dusk swarms the day and can cross the expanse without burning, you quickly do so and pause before the massive stone door.
You do see a thin crack running along all sides of the door and with a brush of your hand, you feel cold air running inwards.
A way in...
Turning your body into a gaseous cloud, a strange feeling indeed, you slip under the doorway and spill into the room like a fog. You take notice of the same chaos. Dwarves lie in various damaged states all around the room. So many near death..so much blood pooling on the floor..wasted.
So many hearts near death...a little less blood won't hurt...
You shake the constant voice from your head and spot your companions, speaking to the Dwarf from before. He kneels over a dying, regal Dwarf...
Just a little more...
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"I was cleeaning the dishes from a previous meal."
Master Magmire confirms the meal.
"That night I did have some guests over and the meal was large...as most dwarven meals are. The girl could not have finished the dishes by herself and done something else."
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Newt - The young boy looks at you, his eyes glazing over.
"What machine?"
He seems genuinely confused.
Angelus - Camir waves off the offer of a drink. He takes the papers from you, recording a few key figures and then hands them back.
"No harm done ambassador, but I would suggest that you move along from this place. I do not think the caretaker has much interest in...ensuring you have a nice visit."
Looking over Camir's shoulder, you feel the bartender is cutting into you with his glare. Perhaps the Captain's advice should be taken.
Camir dismisses himself and heads back into the streets.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Caelith - The innkeeper absent mindedly goes about his business, answering the query.
"Probably as soon as her shift if over...in a few hours. That's when she borrowed it the first time. She'll probably come in here then..."
Caelith - You leave and head towards Master Theld's machine-house.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Krysta moves on the last standing undead, dropping her blade at its neckline. {Attack Roll = 25, Damage Roll = 10}
The last orc falls to the ground, body twitching from its second death throws.
Panting from the fight, you pause for a moment to consider the power of 'The Master'. Not only did his troops prove worthy in life, they were almost double their strength in death...and nearly immediately. It is no wonder that his armies have begun to quickly crush the lands. With powers like that, you wonder how anyone has managed to stand up to it yet.
You look over to the river and spot four boats, all tied poorly to a stick mooring. They appear big enough to handle the crystal and all of the refugees as they hed towards Ephemiryl.
Turning to Mordrock, Krysta barks a command as you all scour the area for more life...or unlife.
"Get the others and let them know the enemy is cleared out now."
Mordrock, seemingly pleased with his one kill, turns slowly, holding his arms out to the side and forcing his pathetic bulges outward again. Sometimes, the displays this goblin provides for 'puppy love' are a welcome, jovial sight in dark times. He walks slowly out of the glade with chest puffed out and arms flexed.
Girud - As Mordorck leaves, you take a moment to study the mark of 'The Master'. It is emblazoned on the chest of every soldier, in the same spot, over the heart. It is red and deep, almost branded into the flesh. You pause to think of what could have perhaps kept the others from rising immediately.
They were burned as soon as they fell...Fire...it must be fire that stems the resurrection powers of 'The Master'.
Moments later, the elven prince Irinys returns with the crystal in tow. He nods approvingly at the devastation and destruction your small party has wrought on these creatures.
"I trust everything went well?"
He scans you all for wounds that need healing.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sehanine and Romar - Marg talks as he walks over towards the fallen Dwarven king.
"I'll do what I can to slow the poison, but we be needing the antidote. A little further in, past the sealed doors we have a store."
"Since we have worked so closely with our dark, earthly brothers, we learned of their poison and made many antidotes to counter it...should this happen."
Marg looks solemnly over the body if Grandil, kneeling beside it an preparing a spell to slow the poison.
"We need ye to get to the stores and return with a vial of antidote. The stores are to the right, forward past two intersections and to the left. The antidote be in a small vial, purple and smells faintly of honey."
"We'll open the doors for ye, but I doubt any of us can help ye. Ye'll be closed in there with only the gods know what..."
"Knock on the door four times, then three and we'll let ye back in."
Looking around, you know Marg's words ring true. These are a battered people, none of them appear to be worth very much in battle.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yuri - Waiting until the cover of night...or at least until dusk swarms the day and can cross the expanse without burning, you quickly do so and pause before the massive stone door.
You do see a thin crack running along all sides of the door and with a brush of your hand, you feel cold air running inwards.
A way in...
Turning your body into a gaseous cloud, a strange feeling indeed, you slip under the doorway and spill into the room like a fog. You take notice of the same chaos. Dwarves lie in various damaged states all around the room. So many near death..so much blood pooling on the floor..wasted.
So many hearts near death...a little less blood won't hurt...
You shake the constant voice from your head and spot your companions, speaking to the Dwarf from before. He kneels over a dying, regal Dwarf...
Just a little more...
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