Post by K Man on Nov 11, 2004 10:17:57 GMT -5
Hero, Garor, Angelus, Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Delomme hops down from the wall, jogging over towards the giant cannon, in hopes of helping out. Even from here, you can hear the whine of gears and cogs as the barrel begins to rotate on an axis. Anyone trying to help is merely brushed off, apparently the trained inidivuals take great pride in completing this task alone. Delomme disappears amidst the confusion, giving orders and shouting as he rounds the machine.
He shrugs in response to what he has to offer, only murmuring beneath his breath.
"Only the will to go down with a fight Krysta..."
[Anyone want to do anything special over the next 3 hours?]
Angelus - The request directed to the Elven mages garners you several things. Condescending looks, intolerant huffs and finally, a simultaneous statement.
"No."
They turn their back to you and stand near their elite warrior counterparts, unwilling to lift a finger for anything. They discuss amongst themselves in hushed tones, in their own language.
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Caelith - King Sturmguard listens patiently, his amulet glittering in the bright sun like a fiery orb hung about his chest. It never ceases to amaze you just how unlike a King he is. When finished, he immediately takes action.
"You just seem to be drawn to sieges don't you Caelith?" Sturmguard chuckles lightly, a humerous tone underlined with sincerity. "Faceless Knight!"
The armored man responds with a low bow.
"My liege?"
"See to it that Master Caelith has all he needs. Scrolls, items, weaponry...no portion of the supply is restricted to him." Sturmguard turns, lowering his voice a bit, jesting. "I suggest you take more than scrolls Caelith...you never know what lays ahead."
"Now, go about your business and bring that shard back here...you know how important it is, for the people."
The King spins and heads off towards some advisors. The Faceless Knight shifts forward to take his place, his stoic helm reflecting your visage. He awaits your command.
[It's your turn to shop Caelith...for the party as well. You can discuss here or on a different thread.]
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Callian and Newt - The world melts away, becoming dirt and rock that pass by at an alarming rate before the world comes into focus again. You stand on a large hill, deep in the center of a deciduous forest. Trees and fuana surround you, unusually thick and healthy. Remembering your lore about this place, supposedly it is seen to by a coven of powerful druids...perhaps this overgrowth is their doing.
Still, with your inexperienced eye in such things, you wonder where to search for this 'Glade'...it all looks the same.
Ahead of you, nearly half a mile in distance, you see an opening in the trees and, the unusual thing is, it's glittering...
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Romar and Yuri - Yuri unleashes a series of short, mental bursts that materialize in eletrical bolts. [Energy Missle, Mind Flayer Save, Successful] The bolts hit, but the lithe body of the Illithid is harder to hit than imagined. [Damage Roll = 12/2 = 6] The Illithid seems merely annoyed.
Illithid is wounded. (Down 12)
The Mind Flayer acts next, rushes across the floor to Yuri, bringing its fists up. [Attack Roll = 24] The fist slams into the Psion, driving his chest inward. [Damage Roll = 8] Its tentacles flare in anticipation of the next attack.
Taking a moment to listen, Romar hears nothing save for the sounds of battle outside the room. He charges from the forge, blade drawn. [Attack Roll = 17] The Illithis barely sidesteps the blow, leering like some grotesque child's doll.
{Initiative: Yuri, The Illithid, Romar}
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He shrugs in response to what he has to offer, only murmuring beneath his breath.
"Only the will to go down with a fight Krysta..."
[Anyone want to do anything special over the next 3 hours?]
Angelus - The request directed to the Elven mages garners you several things. Condescending looks, intolerant huffs and finally, a simultaneous statement.
"No."
They turn their back to you and stand near their elite warrior counterparts, unwilling to lift a finger for anything. They discuss amongst themselves in hushed tones, in their own language.
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Caelith - King Sturmguard listens patiently, his amulet glittering in the bright sun like a fiery orb hung about his chest. It never ceases to amaze you just how unlike a King he is. When finished, he immediately takes action.
"You just seem to be drawn to sieges don't you Caelith?" Sturmguard chuckles lightly, a humerous tone underlined with sincerity. "Faceless Knight!"
The armored man responds with a low bow.
"My liege?"
"See to it that Master Caelith has all he needs. Scrolls, items, weaponry...no portion of the supply is restricted to him." Sturmguard turns, lowering his voice a bit, jesting. "I suggest you take more than scrolls Caelith...you never know what lays ahead."
"Now, go about your business and bring that shard back here...you know how important it is, for the people."
The King spins and heads off towards some advisors. The Faceless Knight shifts forward to take his place, his stoic helm reflecting your visage. He awaits your command.
[It's your turn to shop Caelith...for the party as well. You can discuss here or on a different thread.]
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Callian and Newt - The world melts away, becoming dirt and rock that pass by at an alarming rate before the world comes into focus again. You stand on a large hill, deep in the center of a deciduous forest. Trees and fuana surround you, unusually thick and healthy. Remembering your lore about this place, supposedly it is seen to by a coven of powerful druids...perhaps this overgrowth is their doing.
Still, with your inexperienced eye in such things, you wonder where to search for this 'Glade'...it all looks the same.
Ahead of you, nearly half a mile in distance, you see an opening in the trees and, the unusual thing is, it's glittering...
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Romar and Yuri - Yuri unleashes a series of short, mental bursts that materialize in eletrical bolts. [Energy Missle, Mind Flayer Save, Successful] The bolts hit, but the lithe body of the Illithid is harder to hit than imagined. [Damage Roll = 12/2 = 6] The Illithid seems merely annoyed.
Illithid is wounded. (Down 12)
The Mind Flayer acts next, rushes across the floor to Yuri, bringing its fists up. [Attack Roll = 24] The fist slams into the Psion, driving his chest inward. [Damage Roll = 8] Its tentacles flare in anticipation of the next attack.
Taking a moment to listen, Romar hears nothing save for the sounds of battle outside the room. He charges from the forge, blade drawn. [Attack Roll = 17] The Illithis barely sidesteps the blow, leering like some grotesque child's doll.
{Initiative: Yuri, The Illithid, Romar}
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