Post by K Man on Dec 1, 2004 16:44:41 GMT -5
{Newt - The 'presence' you felt was deep within the Earth, a chance passing with an elemental. It would be fruitless to try to find it outside of the Earth and you cannot materialize in the Earth. That, and you're unsure of how big this blast will be...}
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Hero, Caelith, Garor, Newt, Callian and Angelus - Callian melts back into the ground, next to Hero as she rolls another barrel down the dirt alley to the wall. Severl Trolls push through the wall, filling the gap with a dozen or more Trolls and at least one shaman. It is this last figure Hero aims for.
The barrel is stopped as the shaman places a foot on it, halting its roll. The archers take a moment to fire, raining flaming shafts over the wooden container, igniting the delicate powder within. [Ref. Saves, Fail. Damage Roll = 103] The Shaman and all within ten feet of him are simply vaporized. They leave nothing behind, save for a slight tinge to the smoke of the explosion. The Trolls farther than that are scattered with such force that their broken bodies slide through walls and into pillars of stone beyond. The effect is devastating, but the Trolls, in their desperation, push past and continue to flood the city.
Caelith focuses his attention on the flood of fog-covered Trolls coming through his gap. Moving a barrel next to a larger Troll that barely pokes through the top of the mist. The archers pepper the area with flaming arrows before finally running inside to be with the others. [Ref. Saves, Success. Damage Roll = 101/2 = 50] The result blows away the fog surrounding the vile beasts as they are flung into the air, raining down in bits and pieces like a macabre snowstorm.
Delomme shouts, ushering the last few of his men inside. At this time, you see that yourselves and Delomme are the only non-Troll figures within the city confines. Delomme looks around, taking but a second to sigh.
"I pray this crazy idea works..." Delomme looks to the walls, overrunning with fog and Trolls. "I doubt they will know what hit them..."
That said, he bursts through the tunnel and you can hear the clink of the metal hatch to his empty cylinder pulled shut.
You spring into action, lighting the trail of powder and watch it burn, remaining behind to ensure no Trolls are able to stamp out and cease the destruction of this powerful weapon. Within seconds, the trail of sparking powder dissappears into the tunnel and you have but a second to think of where to hide to escape what will surely be the largest explosion you have ever witnessed...
Twisting the seal of the empty cannister, you seal yourself in complete blackness, you own heart beating like the drums of a warchanter in your ears. It seems to take seconds, your mind playing tricks on you as though the Trolls have stamped out the fire and now snicker about how to crack open the shells and 'get out the meat inside'.
A millisecond later, you know that is not the case...
The canisters sides dent in all at once, and your ears have no time to adjust before the sound of the world simply becomes mute - a dull ringing. No matter how much you braced for it, the canister is spun through the air like a child tossing a snowball or a cat playing with a ball of yarn.
Bracing your arms agains the sides, you feel impact after impact. Some feel hard like stone or wood, others feel soft like the canister passing through a sea-sponge or flesh. This continues for some time, and more than once you feel yourself launched into the air and boucing along the ground, perhaps even collapsing against other containers...
Then all stops...
Your ears still do not function, as do those in the container with you.
You are all sure of one thing - it's as though the world outside that cramped metal container no longer exists...blown apart by the blast.
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Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Luacimust goes back to reading his book, as does his counterpart and the warriors atop the platfrom sneer slightly, knowing their true leader won the arguement.
You kneel, turning a blind eye to them, intent on getting a message to your King - a TRUE King - Sturmguard. The small bird forms, flaps through the air and takes flight, unnoticed by the arrogant Elves.
You take a moment to see that the intermittent blasts from Cannon's Foot have stopped, and the fog seems to have surrounded the city and winds through its streets like spun cotton. As you begin to lamment the loss of your companions and the hundreds of people in the city, you eyes barely have time to adjust...
...as the world rips in two.
The flash of light is bright that you hear Laucimust curse and throw his book over his eyes to shield himself from it. Seconds later its gone, but that is not the last of the explosion you feel. Before you can take a breath or your heart can beat, you are knocked flat as the roar of a thousand lions washes over you.
Bushes sway, trees bend like reeds...the whole land seems to ripple like water when stone dropped in a pond. Then, opposite to the initial blast, the sky is blackened as the could of dust, debris and smoke rises into the sky, miles high and visible from anywhere.
You then notice that your ear have ceased working for the moment as large stones and bits of...flesh rain down all around you. Partially burned and pulped limbs collapse through tree branches, rocks shatter as they impact another and dust works it way into your lungs and begins to slowly choke the life out of you.
With ears ringing, you look to the source of the blast, Cannon's Foot...
..or where it used to be as it's now replaced with a smoldering crater the size of Ravenshead itself...
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Yuri and Romar - [Knowledge/WIS Checks] You both remember distinctly the legend of 'The Hidden City' and its renowned clerical powers and population. However, is it across the sea, nearer the Eastern side of the lands. Currently, you are closer to Poril and Antalil. Antalil is deserted and would probably offer little in they way of help, but perhaps Poril would offer more.
As Romar tosses the rock into the muting fog, he pauses for a moment to reflect on his anger, and then hears a rumbling thunder from far to the East. As though his rock had somehow angered the gods, causing them to fling thunder his way.
Then, as thought to add to the confusion of the situation, a voice calls from the fog.
"Little mouse and little puppet...lost already?"
It's unmistakable...
The vampire is in the fog, at least within twenty feet judging by the noise.
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[Romar - I'm not that worried about a split...just yet.
]
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Hero, Caelith, Garor, Newt, Callian and Angelus - Callian melts back into the ground, next to Hero as she rolls another barrel down the dirt alley to the wall. Severl Trolls push through the wall, filling the gap with a dozen or more Trolls and at least one shaman. It is this last figure Hero aims for.
The barrel is stopped as the shaman places a foot on it, halting its roll. The archers take a moment to fire, raining flaming shafts over the wooden container, igniting the delicate powder within. [Ref. Saves, Fail. Damage Roll = 103] The Shaman and all within ten feet of him are simply vaporized. They leave nothing behind, save for a slight tinge to the smoke of the explosion. The Trolls farther than that are scattered with such force that their broken bodies slide through walls and into pillars of stone beyond. The effect is devastating, but the Trolls, in their desperation, push past and continue to flood the city.
Caelith focuses his attention on the flood of fog-covered Trolls coming through his gap. Moving a barrel next to a larger Troll that barely pokes through the top of the mist. The archers pepper the area with flaming arrows before finally running inside to be with the others. [Ref. Saves, Success. Damage Roll = 101/2 = 50] The result blows away the fog surrounding the vile beasts as they are flung into the air, raining down in bits and pieces like a macabre snowstorm.
Delomme shouts, ushering the last few of his men inside. At this time, you see that yourselves and Delomme are the only non-Troll figures within the city confines. Delomme looks around, taking but a second to sigh.
"I pray this crazy idea works..." Delomme looks to the walls, overrunning with fog and Trolls. "I doubt they will know what hit them..."
That said, he bursts through the tunnel and you can hear the clink of the metal hatch to his empty cylinder pulled shut.
You spring into action, lighting the trail of powder and watch it burn, remaining behind to ensure no Trolls are able to stamp out and cease the destruction of this powerful weapon. Within seconds, the trail of sparking powder dissappears into the tunnel and you have but a second to think of where to hide to escape what will surely be the largest explosion you have ever witnessed...
Twisting the seal of the empty cannister, you seal yourself in complete blackness, you own heart beating like the drums of a warchanter in your ears. It seems to take seconds, your mind playing tricks on you as though the Trolls have stamped out the fire and now snicker about how to crack open the shells and 'get out the meat inside'.
A millisecond later, you know that is not the case...
The canisters sides dent in all at once, and your ears have no time to adjust before the sound of the world simply becomes mute - a dull ringing. No matter how much you braced for it, the canister is spun through the air like a child tossing a snowball or a cat playing with a ball of yarn.
Bracing your arms agains the sides, you feel impact after impact. Some feel hard like stone or wood, others feel soft like the canister passing through a sea-sponge or flesh. This continues for some time, and more than once you feel yourself launched into the air and boucing along the ground, perhaps even collapsing against other containers...
Then all stops...
Your ears still do not function, as do those in the container with you.
You are all sure of one thing - it's as though the world outside that cramped metal container no longer exists...blown apart by the blast.
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Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Luacimust goes back to reading his book, as does his counterpart and the warriors atop the platfrom sneer slightly, knowing their true leader won the arguement.
You kneel, turning a blind eye to them, intent on getting a message to your King - a TRUE King - Sturmguard. The small bird forms, flaps through the air and takes flight, unnoticed by the arrogant Elves.
You take a moment to see that the intermittent blasts from Cannon's Foot have stopped, and the fog seems to have surrounded the city and winds through its streets like spun cotton. As you begin to lamment the loss of your companions and the hundreds of people in the city, you eyes barely have time to adjust...
...as the world rips in two.
The flash of light is bright that you hear Laucimust curse and throw his book over his eyes to shield himself from it. Seconds later its gone, but that is not the last of the explosion you feel. Before you can take a breath or your heart can beat, you are knocked flat as the roar of a thousand lions washes over you.
Bushes sway, trees bend like reeds...the whole land seems to ripple like water when stone dropped in a pond. Then, opposite to the initial blast, the sky is blackened as the could of dust, debris and smoke rises into the sky, miles high and visible from anywhere.
You then notice that your ear have ceased working for the moment as large stones and bits of...flesh rain down all around you. Partially burned and pulped limbs collapse through tree branches, rocks shatter as they impact another and dust works it way into your lungs and begins to slowly choke the life out of you.
With ears ringing, you look to the source of the blast, Cannon's Foot...
..or where it used to be as it's now replaced with a smoldering crater the size of Ravenshead itself...
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yuri and Romar - [Knowledge/WIS Checks] You both remember distinctly the legend of 'The Hidden City' and its renowned clerical powers and population. However, is it across the sea, nearer the Eastern side of the lands. Currently, you are closer to Poril and Antalil. Antalil is deserted and would probably offer little in they way of help, but perhaps Poril would offer more.
As Romar tosses the rock into the muting fog, he pauses for a moment to reflect on his anger, and then hears a rumbling thunder from far to the East. As though his rock had somehow angered the gods, causing them to fling thunder his way.
Then, as thought to add to the confusion of the situation, a voice calls from the fog.
"Little mouse and little puppet...lost already?"
It's unmistakable...
The vampire is in the fog, at least within twenty feet judging by the noise.
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[Romar - I'm not that worried about a split...just yet.
]
