Post by K Man on Nov 16, 2004 10:44:14 GMT -5
Callian and Newt - The tree sways a bit in the breeze, the leaves rustling as though it were suddenly autumn. Looking at the dense foliage around the clearing, you gather that this is just one of many such trees guarding this place.
Then, as if to add peculiarity to the situation, the branches begin to retract, the wood fading until it resembles the pale hue of smooth skin. The leaves gather and soften, turning a silken brown in color and texture. The bark transforms into robes that fall about a newly shaped woman that stands before you.
She is an elf...and her features are beyond more legendary rumors of Elven beauty. She wears simple robes that seem to be woven of the Earth itself and carries little, save for a small gnarled staff and a belt of a few pouches. She nods, keeping her eyes on Callian.
"Of course we know who you speak of, Ambassador of Ravenshead, 'The Master' despoils all life he touches."
"However, before the coven offers their alliance in this grevious times, I would know the name of the ambassadors and more about them."
"I am Allessia Storm-Maiden, eldest of the coven, and you have stumbled upon a sacred place Ambassadors. This is the final resting place of Karn, warrior of light - though, recently, we are distressed by the sudden..." Allessia seems to stutter on the word. "...disappearance of his memorial."
She stands aside, offering a better glimpse of what lies beyond. You can clearly see that is now a ghostly building, clearly outlined but no longer here...on this plane anyway. In the center of this large, circular chamber rests a glittering, ghostly visage of the crystal shard you seek, again, not on this plane.
You can also catch the occasional glimpse of a ghostly figure...a sword swing, a flapping wing, a head rolling long. Like broken memories from your childhood, they come and go just as quick as you can realize what they are.
If you had to guess, you could assume that you are seeing fleeting images of a battle taking place.
Allessia continues, her voice sorrowful.
"One duty of the coven was to ensure Karn's body remainded in restful repose...a true peace for a warrior of light."
"Sadly, we have failed..." She hangs her head low, then brings her nose back up, eyes coming back to Callian. "The memorial, the shard you mention, Karn's body and all who attended it..."
"...have been sucked into the nine hells by powerful magicks."
Allessia pauses for a moment, finally removing her eyes from Callian and focusing to Newt. She shakes her head, face alight with a bit of a smile.
"I'm sorry little one. Perhaps another here would be glad to indulge in your desires for mischief. Although dark times, it is humor that keeps our spirit afloat."
Allessia's eyes move back to Callian, she appears quite taken with him.
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Angelus, Garor, Hero, Caelith, Krysta, Girud and Galdren - With the return of Caelith, much has been learned. Your survival at Boon's Freehold and those of others, was not an isolated occurence. You also learn, more importantly than that - Romar, Yuri and Sehanine are alive...or at least they were.
You also learn that Garor, the Dwarf in your companionship from day one of this adventure, is being sought out by the Dwarves as an heir to their throne. He explained that he is not nobility, but rather the last in a line of succession that would take the throne in the event that all others are dead.
The haughty Elves in Krysta's, Girud's and Galdren's tow have sudden and impossibly become more aloft. They slink in the background...hiding something. The mages and a few of the elite still have not been found, a puzzling and concerning fact.
Could things possibly get more confusing?
Just as Delomme predicted, Fortress-Breaker finally stops moving. It's barrel points firmly to the SouthWest, towards 'The Glade'. The human town leader is seen at the base of the cannon, raising his hands in the air, requesting the 'all-clear' to fire.
The SlaughterFog at the gates also seem to swell up, as though holding its breath...waiting for the cannon to fire.
This will be a shot heard around the world for certain...
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Yuri and Romar - Yuri's body melts, his flesh fading faster and faster until nothing remains behind but a light, gaseous cloud of white mist.
The Mind Flayer, ignorant of the change behind it, lunges at Romar. [Attack Rolls = 25/26] Both fists slap into Romar, knocking the breath from him. [Damage Roll = 7, 14 (Rend)] The beast, sensing the live brain from the meal before it, attempts to hold Romar steady while wrapping the ichor-dripping tentacles around his head. [Opposed Grapple Checks = 8 Vs. 16 (Romar)] The Ranger manages to remain free of the head-sucking grasp.
Romar returns the attacks. [Attack Rolls = 17/8] The first attack lands. [Damage Roll = 5] The green blood drawn is little, a minute amount.
Mind Flayer is severly wounded. (Down 28)
{Initiative: Yuri, The Illithid, Romar}
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Then, as if to add peculiarity to the situation, the branches begin to retract, the wood fading until it resembles the pale hue of smooth skin. The leaves gather and soften, turning a silken brown in color and texture. The bark transforms into robes that fall about a newly shaped woman that stands before you.
She is an elf...and her features are beyond more legendary rumors of Elven beauty. She wears simple robes that seem to be woven of the Earth itself and carries little, save for a small gnarled staff and a belt of a few pouches. She nods, keeping her eyes on Callian.
"Of course we know who you speak of, Ambassador of Ravenshead, 'The Master' despoils all life he touches."
"However, before the coven offers their alliance in this grevious times, I would know the name of the ambassadors and more about them."
"I am Allessia Storm-Maiden, eldest of the coven, and you have stumbled upon a sacred place Ambassadors. This is the final resting place of Karn, warrior of light - though, recently, we are distressed by the sudden..." Allessia seems to stutter on the word. "...disappearance of his memorial."
She stands aside, offering a better glimpse of what lies beyond. You can clearly see that is now a ghostly building, clearly outlined but no longer here...on this plane anyway. In the center of this large, circular chamber rests a glittering, ghostly visage of the crystal shard you seek, again, not on this plane.
You can also catch the occasional glimpse of a ghostly figure...a sword swing, a flapping wing, a head rolling long. Like broken memories from your childhood, they come and go just as quick as you can realize what they are.
If you had to guess, you could assume that you are seeing fleeting images of a battle taking place.
Allessia continues, her voice sorrowful.
"One duty of the coven was to ensure Karn's body remainded in restful repose...a true peace for a warrior of light."
"Sadly, we have failed..." She hangs her head low, then brings her nose back up, eyes coming back to Callian. "The memorial, the shard you mention, Karn's body and all who attended it..."
"...have been sucked into the nine hells by powerful magicks."
Allessia pauses for a moment, finally removing her eyes from Callian and focusing to Newt. She shakes her head, face alight with a bit of a smile.
"I'm sorry little one. Perhaps another here would be glad to indulge in your desires for mischief. Although dark times, it is humor that keeps our spirit afloat."
Allessia's eyes move back to Callian, she appears quite taken with him.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Angelus, Garor, Hero, Caelith, Krysta, Girud and Galdren - With the return of Caelith, much has been learned. Your survival at Boon's Freehold and those of others, was not an isolated occurence. You also learn, more importantly than that - Romar, Yuri and Sehanine are alive...or at least they were.
You also learn that Garor, the Dwarf in your companionship from day one of this adventure, is being sought out by the Dwarves as an heir to their throne. He explained that he is not nobility, but rather the last in a line of succession that would take the throne in the event that all others are dead.
The haughty Elves in Krysta's, Girud's and Galdren's tow have sudden and impossibly become more aloft. They slink in the background...hiding something. The mages and a few of the elite still have not been found, a puzzling and concerning fact.
Could things possibly get more confusing?
Just as Delomme predicted, Fortress-Breaker finally stops moving. It's barrel points firmly to the SouthWest, towards 'The Glade'. The human town leader is seen at the base of the cannon, raising his hands in the air, requesting the 'all-clear' to fire.
The SlaughterFog at the gates also seem to swell up, as though holding its breath...waiting for the cannon to fire.
This will be a shot heard around the world for certain...
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yuri and Romar - Yuri's body melts, his flesh fading faster and faster until nothing remains behind but a light, gaseous cloud of white mist.
The Mind Flayer, ignorant of the change behind it, lunges at Romar. [Attack Rolls = 25/26] Both fists slap into Romar, knocking the breath from him. [Damage Roll = 7, 14 (Rend)] The beast, sensing the live brain from the meal before it, attempts to hold Romar steady while wrapping the ichor-dripping tentacles around his head. [Opposed Grapple Checks = 8 Vs. 16 (Romar)] The Ranger manages to remain free of the head-sucking grasp.
Romar returns the attacks. [Attack Rolls = 17/8] The first attack lands. [Damage Roll = 5] The green blood drawn is little, a minute amount.
Mind Flayer is severly wounded. (Down 28)
{Initiative: Yuri, The Illithid, Romar}
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