Post by K Man on Oct 1, 2004 10:09:46 GMT -5
Hero, Garor, Callian, Angelus, Caelith and Newt - [Magmire is at -4] Newt arrives, moments later with a dozen girls in two. They are dirty, but healthy. They seem to cower from both the guards and from the body of Magmire, moving aside and remaining that way as the guards are rounded up for the prison.
Camir thrusts a pair of the treacherous guards forward at sword point. They are paraded back through town, with the rest in tow as the townspeople look on. Most have puzzled expressions as to why the captain would place his own people under arrest, some just go about their business. It takes only a few minutes to disarm and toss them into the cells. None of them put up a fight.
[Garor, will you heal Magmire?]
[Angelus, how do you respond to Hero's Arrest?]
[Newt, you have the gears, will you do anything else?]
Camir simply stands, sullenly looking over his guards and wondering how this could have happened...
{I'm pausing here because there's a lot that people want to do.}
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Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Aldoplpho shakes his head, indicating that there are no more to Malvius' lineage.
"Malvius dedicated his life to the sword...there are no survivors to his line and he was an only child."
"He did not say where he was headed, only that he would not give up the search. He said his best guesses at the true object led him somewhere East..."
Looking around the temple, you spot a place to clean and wash yourselves. The acolytes in the temple are friendly, offering food drink and a comfortable place to stay.
[Galdren, Knowledge (Nobility Check)] You do find a set of clothes for yourself that would be quite appropiate. A hansome tunic and coat combination, black with red accents and silver buttons. It looks as though it was tailored for someone your size, but slightly less muscled.
Krysta, you find a stunning dress with a train behind it, a deep forest green embroided expertly with an overlaying flower pattern in a deeper green, almost black. It would also fit well, but be perhaps a bit wide in the hips.
Girud, you are hard pressed to find anything in the chest. You do spot an outfit, apparently made for a very heavy merchant that just may fit your bulk. It is strikingly purple, with frilly lace around the collars and cuffs of a bright yellow. The pants to match look more like a jester's outfit, stripped in black and purple and made from a stretchable material. [RE: Armor. It would fit, being magical, but tight. Since you are a size category larger than who it was made for, you would incur and additional -1 to armor checks due to a tight fit.]
Aldolpho watches you select your outfights, shaking his head.
"There are no tailors this late in the day m'Lady, however, I'm sure one could be rounded up in the morning to ensure a proper fit."
[Anyone else want to do anything special or let the night pass?]
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Sehanine, Yuri and Romar - Romar is finally able to act, and rushes the nearest Drow, taking a small step towards him. [Attack Rolls = 13, 23] The second strike hits, driving deep into the Drow's shoulder. [Damage Roll = 8] It collapses to the ground, lifeless again.
[RE: Yuri, Spot Check = 20] You did see Yuri attempt to drive his fangs into the Drow's neck...however, he looked most displeased upon removing them...
Yuri attacks again. [Attack Roll = Nat 20!, Crit Confirm, success. Damage Roll = 10] The Drow crumples beneath his powerful fists, falling to the floor...unmoving...
Sehanine is freed the moment the Drow strikes the floor.
You look around, four dead Drow with crystals in their heads lie at your feet, and a plethora of vials, barrels and pouches line the walls. Some are damaged and shattered, but most are in tact, although unlabeled....
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{Remember, last post for a week! See you all the 8th!}
Camir thrusts a pair of the treacherous guards forward at sword point. They are paraded back through town, with the rest in tow as the townspeople look on. Most have puzzled expressions as to why the captain would place his own people under arrest, some just go about their business. It takes only a few minutes to disarm and toss them into the cells. None of them put up a fight.
[Garor, will you heal Magmire?]
[Angelus, how do you respond to Hero's Arrest?]
[Newt, you have the gears, will you do anything else?]
Camir simply stands, sullenly looking over his guards and wondering how this could have happened...
{I'm pausing here because there's a lot that people want to do.}
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Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Aldoplpho shakes his head, indicating that there are no more to Malvius' lineage.
"Malvius dedicated his life to the sword...there are no survivors to his line and he was an only child."
"He did not say where he was headed, only that he would not give up the search. He said his best guesses at the true object led him somewhere East..."
Looking around the temple, you spot a place to clean and wash yourselves. The acolytes in the temple are friendly, offering food drink and a comfortable place to stay.
[Galdren, Knowledge (Nobility Check)] You do find a set of clothes for yourself that would be quite appropiate. A hansome tunic and coat combination, black with red accents and silver buttons. It looks as though it was tailored for someone your size, but slightly less muscled.
Krysta, you find a stunning dress with a train behind it, a deep forest green embroided expertly with an overlaying flower pattern in a deeper green, almost black. It would also fit well, but be perhaps a bit wide in the hips.
Girud, you are hard pressed to find anything in the chest. You do spot an outfit, apparently made for a very heavy merchant that just may fit your bulk. It is strikingly purple, with frilly lace around the collars and cuffs of a bright yellow. The pants to match look more like a jester's outfit, stripped in black and purple and made from a stretchable material. [RE: Armor. It would fit, being magical, but tight. Since you are a size category larger than who it was made for, you would incur and additional -1 to armor checks due to a tight fit.]
Aldolpho watches you select your outfights, shaking his head.
"There are no tailors this late in the day m'Lady, however, I'm sure one could be rounded up in the morning to ensure a proper fit."
[Anyone else want to do anything special or let the night pass?]
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Sehanine, Yuri and Romar - Romar is finally able to act, and rushes the nearest Drow, taking a small step towards him. [Attack Rolls = 13, 23] The second strike hits, driving deep into the Drow's shoulder. [Damage Roll = 8] It collapses to the ground, lifeless again.
[RE: Yuri, Spot Check = 20] You did see Yuri attempt to drive his fangs into the Drow's neck...however, he looked most displeased upon removing them...
Yuri attacks again. [Attack Roll = Nat 20!, Crit Confirm, success. Damage Roll = 10] The Drow crumples beneath his powerful fists, falling to the floor...unmoving...
Sehanine is freed the moment the Drow strikes the floor.
You look around, four dead Drow with crystals in their heads lie at your feet, and a plethora of vials, barrels and pouches line the walls. Some are damaged and shattered, but most are in tact, although unlabeled....
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{Remember, last post for a week! See you all the 8th!}
Unless, err, someone else beat me to the punch.))
