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Post by K Man on Nov 9, 2004 15:17:31 GMT -5
{No worries Hero, and congratulations on both!} __________________________________________________________________________________________ Hero, Garor, Callian, Angelus, Caelith, Newt, Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Delomme watches the debate take place before him, seemingly devoid his once vile and blaming attitude. He nods here and there, approving of the plan.  "Parely with the SlaughterFog, gain us the time needed to fire Fortress-Breaker? Sounds like lunacy...but then again, who would believe we would be facing death from seemingly nothing more than fog....very well."Delomme spins and heads towards the wall top again, pulling along any who would go with him. As he marches to the top of the wall, Mordrock tugs on Krysta's sleeve, addressing her concerns about the 'SlaughterFog'.  "Mordrock only see fog like this once...long time ago when he first joined Master's army. It came from swamp and left nothing behind..."
"Many Goblins scared and crying, but NOT Mordrock, he too strong for that...but it did kill many things...Orcs, Goblins...anything that stand before it was simply gone..."The small Goblin chokes down his fearful throat-lump and trots to the top of the wall. There, still spread before you thick as ever, the fog silently waits, the burning letters still spelled out in torches. [glow=white,2,300]ONE HOUR TO RELEASE THE SHARD[/glow]Delomme moves to the top of the rampart, standing precariously high to force his voice to reach further. He pauses for a moment, trying to think of how to address the sea of mist before him. SlaughterFog?!" Delomme finally shouts, shrugging as though he's unsure that was the right thing to say. "We wish to parley!"[/i] Your heartbeats nearly leap into your chest, expecting the worst... The torch-letters rearrange, several extinguishing and others light in their place. The word becomes immediately apparent. [glow=white,2,300]SPEAK[/glow]Delomme smiles, looking back and giving a hidden 'thumbs-up' gesture. He turns and wipes the gleam from his face, trying to remain a stoic city leader. "We will produce the crystal, but we need more time! It will be released, you have our word, but we need more time."The torches again shuffle about, rearranging and re-lighting. Words form on the top of the mist like words printed on fluffy white paper. [glow=white,2,300]NO. RELEASE IT NOW.[/glow]Delomme stammers, unsure of what to say next. He looks to anyone for ideas of what to say. The SlaughterFog seems open to parley but simultaneously unreasonable. Caelith - [Do you truly wish to vein-ride back to Ravenshead?] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Romar and Yuri - Turning into a gaseous form, Yuri slips through the wide vents of the forge, re-forming on the other side. He wraps a hand around the handle of the forge-door, lifting it ever so slowly while the Illithid frantically tosses countless parchments, scroll tubes and leather bound books aside. |
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Post by Hero on Nov 9, 2004 15:37:31 GMT -5
Hoping Caelith gets moving, Hero says, "Tell the fog that we need assurances. How do we know the fog will go away once the shard is released? We need some sign of good will if we are to release the shard."
(No paladin code broken there, right? Just good diplomacy?)
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Post by Fangor the Fierce on Nov 9, 2004 15:59:18 GMT -5
Krysta turns to the elves, saying, "If you have any aid in this time of need, speak now. If not, then you are to aid in the volley that will soon to come, should this fail..."
She listens to Hero's comments, and knows well that Hero is best suited for the negotiations. Krysta simply waits, hoping for the best.
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Post by TheUdjat on Nov 9, 2004 16:06:20 GMT -5
Caelith accompanies Delomme up to the top to see things firsthand, not wanting to rush off instantly in the event that plans abruptly change due to the parley. Upon hearing Delomme's words, Caelith decides it is not exactly what he would have said, but suitable. He offers, quietly, "Remember, you can always threaten to send it into the ocean if the Fog refuses to cooperate. Portray yourself as one who does not care who has the shard, merely that they argue about it away from you." He pauses, dwelling on that. "In fact... maybe you can tell the Fog you will send the shard out of your city for all of us to squabble about it elsewhere. After receiving assurances that no harm will come to Cannon's Foot afterwards."
He looks to Hero. "Something like that, no? Along that vein, I think. Do what you can, I will seek the scrolls we need." And Caelith leaves the gih vantage point in favor of the courtyard below, where he can, unseen, vein-ride to Ravenshead.
((So yes, Caelith's going to go to Ravenshead for scrolls - Unless somebody needs another word before he goes.))
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Post by Fangor the Fierce on Nov 9, 2004 16:23:03 GMT -5
Krysta turns to Caelith before he leaves. "You might bring extra scrolls, as the elves can read magic as well...Their skill will be put to use if we should come to a battle."
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Post by Japic on Nov 9, 2004 16:39:17 GMT -5
Fearing that this parlay may not be going well Girud checks his gear, making sure everything is in place.
Now would be a good time to dole out the flasks of oil, moltov coctails anyone?
(It would also be good to know what spells our elves have left available to them. If wizards, they may be able to swap spells for ones that are needed most; fire acid, wind).
Knowing thier flasks of oil may not go far, Girud loks about for a second in command or a group people that aren't doing anything down in the courtyard. He will instruct those people to (quickly and quietly) find as much oil as they can muster up and bring it towards the walls. It may be needed.
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Post by Fangor the Fierce on Nov 9, 2004 16:41:26 GMT -5
At Girud's obvious use of the oil flasks, Krysta again dumps out the contents, and separates the 20 oil flasks out. "These should help...."
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Post by VemuKhaham on Nov 10, 2004 6:26:09 GMT -5
...Uh, hi... Don't mind me: I'm just the chimney-sweeper... 
As Yuri turned into his gaseous form to free him from the chimney, the silence was nearly disturbing: a single error could prove fatal. It was so silent, that the click, relatively soft, violently made its way into Romar's ears. There he finds himself, eye in eye with the mind flayer, still inside the forge. Quite surprised, he finds himself not only in the most peculiar situation, but also the least aware of what to do in an instant. If he gets around to it - still being master of his own mind and body when he can act that is - he grabs his throwing axe and hurls it at the mind flayer's ugly face. Then, if the forge is large enough, Romar tries to slip behind the side walls of the forge, to get out of the line of sight of the illithid. If not, then he'll try to step out of the forge just to be out of this claustrophobic situation.
Draw weapon: throwing axe - move action
Throw Throwing axe (+9, 1d6+3, 20/x2, 10ft., S) - Standard action
5-foot step either further to the left or right side of the forge to get out of sight or out of the forge, if there is no room for such movement in the forge.
To illustrate what I mean with the first option:
initial situation:
FDF
FRF
changed situation:
FDF
RFF
F= forge, D=forge door, R=Romar
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Post by GeneralMHB on Nov 10, 2004 7:45:50 GMT -5
Yuri throws the furnace open quickly and readies himself against the illithid, throwing up a Thought Shield. (OOC: Thought Shield grants me a PR of 13, it's done as an immediate action. Only lasts one round however  . Power Points left 19. I am now ready to stare death in the face and say "Crap".) |
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Post by BluSpecs on Nov 10, 2004 8:02:10 GMT -5
Garor Goes to the fortress breaker both to offer any help they may need and try to figure out how the thig works.
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. Power Points left 19. I am now ready to stare death in the face and say "Crap".)