Post by K Man on Sept 22, 2004 11:55:35 GMT -5
I guess it just sounded like she was already gone, by the wording. My bad.
{Not your bad Udj, mine for poor wording. Either way, on with the game!}
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Hero, Garor and Callian - Hero places her hands in a holy order upon herself, healing her wounds from the battle. She leans towards the door, shouting at the top of her lungs.
"In the name of the King, stand down now. If you persist in this course of action, we will grant no quarter!"
[Lay on Hands = 8 HP]
Magmire twitches behind Hero, [Will Save, Success] He finally frees himself of the magic, but appears to be greatly wounded. His will has returned, but his life has been beaten out of him. He collapses to the ground, nearly dead.
[Magmire is unconcious (-1HP)]
Garor - [Refocus]
Callian moves towards the small girl Traylara, blocking her exit from the hallway. She cowers in the corner, leaning against a wall and begins to sob loudly. She seems afraid that she will be struck. [Attack Roll = 21, Grapple Check = 15 vs. 6] The girl is held fast in your grip, struggling little.
The watch seems unphased by Hero's words, apparently intent of gaining entry to the Magmire estate, even under the threat of death. [Break Check, 4 guards assisting = 23, Fail.] The doors creak and wood groans, but the candleholder and the doors both hold fast, preventing the onslaught.
{Iniative: Hero, Magmire [still gets to bleed], Garor, Callian, the watch.}
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Newt, Angelus, Caelith - {Initiative: Caelith, Newt, the Guards and Angelus.}
Caelith hears a murmured response from Maura before he advances menacingly.
"All of them..."
Three of the guards seem to acknowledge your threat, by moving from Newt and advancing towards you. (On their turn) The other remains by the small rogue and waits to attack.
Newt scrambles to withdraw from the men imposing their blades upon him and moves towards the door. [Another Withdraw to Avoid AoO's, and then move to the door?]
Angelus reacts first, slightly faster than the guards advancing on Caelith. He weaves his magic and the rose petals fly into the air, scattering like pollen. Each petal flits to the nose of a guard. [Will Saves, all Guards = 1 success] Three of the guards collapse to the ground, soundly asleep.
The last guard advances on Caelith, bringing his blade down. [Attack Roll = 12] The attack is horrible, missing dramatically. He takes a moment to yell for the others at the door.
"We've got company!!"
Camir remains stunned, but finally draws his sword...you're unsure of whose side he will take in this fray.
{Initiative: Caelith, Newt, the Guards and Angelus.}
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Krysta, Girud and Galdren - [Galdren, you are given full healing.]
Irinys takes a moment to ensure all is secrued before shoving the boats back into the currents of the river. A moment later, the struggling carvan is underway again. The refugees huddle on the lagging boats, the crystal and most of the elven guards are on the middle and Irinys and the others are in the forefront.
The rest of the day travels well, thankfully, nothing else interrurpts your trip. The day passes over, slight cloud cover providing ample shade to keep you cool. More than once during this trip Mordrock blesses all of your ears with a horrid rendition of a Goblin traveling song to which Irinys shouts for silence.
As foretold by the Elven Prince, by a little after eleven, your rafts meet a much large river, the Silver Tongue, and you begin to move swiftly. You pass several things of interest. A pack of horses that are sparesly clad in armor that looks tattered and worn. A destoyed camp and what looks like a battefield covered in the tattered remnants of the warriors involved.
Broken blades, shattered spears, all tattered testaments to those that gave their life there...their physical bodies now most likely belongin to 'The Master'. You shudder at the horrors of war and silently thank the fates for blessing this trip with little beyond an angry monster.
By nightfall, an amber glow become visible on the horizon as the river widens and gains speed. It lights the night sky like beacon...or a fallen star. It is only an hour later, when the shores of the elven island are visible, that you truly behold the awe of the island.
Massive towers, crystal and amber colored, seem to glow from within and stab into the night sky, lighting them like lightning from the ground. A massive wall surrounds the city, topped with guards armed with bows and swords. Several other buildings within the confines of the walls also seem to glow and are made of the same amber crystal.
Each elf in your convoy seem to grow sullen, faced with the home they know and love, taking a moment to respect its grandeur. They snap from their reverie and secure the boats to the shore, stepping off into the cold waters of the ocean. Irinys wades over, helping to pull the crystal ashore and looks over to you all.
"Few have looked upon her walls and ever left again..."
"What do you think?"
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Sehanine, Yuri and Romar - Romar, you can gather enough materials and equipment to diguise yourself, placing the remainder of it in your sack. You look to your companions, awaiting their response.
Taking a peek around the corner, towards where the stores would be, you tilt and ear to listen. [Listen Check, Romar] You her several more voice, in addition to the two that have already passed. You guess there are about four voices coming from the stores...all Drow.
It appears as though you may have a good fight on your hands.
[Yuri and Sehanine have yet to post, so give 'em a second or two.]
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