Post by K Man on Jan 13, 2005 21:53:31 GMT -5
Newt and Garor - [Garor is still with me in Big-Fat-Philly, Newt however, should now be back in the States. If he wants to interject here, that's cool.]
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Callian and Caelith - Emirikol leans back, his head stiff against the back of his high-backed demonic-looking chair. A single eyebrow raises upwards.
"I do not care for just one world Caelith." To emphasize, Emirikol seems to blink a bit - his skin ranging from flame, to ice to water and back again. "The Masters reach is far and wide - but most importantly contained...for the moment anyways. It extends only through alliances with troublesome devils and demons. When he reaches into the wrong pot, he will know what a miracle truly is."
The eyebrow stays up, an umbrella to a wicked smile.
"Regardless, I'm pleased you've taken my offer. I will send you to the DemonWing now and with a bit of advice."
"You'll need help. The Devils holding Karn captive are malicious - in the most ineffable context - and they won't hesitate to strip you of skin and turn you into a macabre marionette. Also, Malbolge, the layer of frozen ice and the headwaters of the River Styx, are cold...so bundle up."
"Goodness, Callian, you don't have another set of parents to freeze do you?"
Before you can even retort, Emirikol snaps his fingers and you find your self outside the enigmatic tower, or rather at the base of the cliff it stood on. There, stretching from the dock beneath your feet, is the most 'evil' looking vessel you have ever laid eyes on.
It is large, probably a hundred feet or less from bow to stern. The front of the ship looks like a horrid skull, horned and graced with demonic sails hanging from masts above and complete with ichor-dripping spikes. The Ship appears to be made of solid stone, grey in color but most definetly not of this plane.
However, the most interesting thing about this ship - it seems to be crewed by the damned...
An entire skeleton crew bustles about the ship, pulling riggings and awaiting at the helm, looking to you with empty eye sockets.
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Hero, Krysta, Girud and Galdren - With but a moments thought and slight goodbye, the ground swallows you and sends you through it's throat. You tear through vein, through ore to your destination.
Upon coming up through the ground, you are instantly and quickly nearly deafened. Before you, more than fourteen hundredd feet across, you see a sphere made of twisting and flying metal. Some chunks are the size of a mountain and others no bigger than a needle. They spin and mesh, shredding each other to even smaller slivers, seeming to have no end.
If chaos the word was an event, this would be it.
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Romar - Veya nods, silently waving her hand in the air. The 'Bird-Riders', as she called them, burst forth from the tent and take to the empty streets of News RocRoost. They move stealthily to a series of caves high above the village. There, waiting in nests of immense size, are more of the giant birds. Slowly and surely, each breaks the sleep silently and stands, lowering to allow the rider to attach bridles and a rough sadle.
Within moment, you are airborne.
Vraak, at the direction of Veya, grabs your metal mount and you - lifting you both into the air effortlessly with a few huge flaps. Sindri, Yuri's mount, is also clasped in the talons of another bird in the group. The sensation of lift is short-lived however, as Vraak extends his wings to their fullest and begins to streak down the base of the mountains.
Clinging so low to the rocks that your mounts hooves occasionally scrape against the hard rock, you find yourself instinctually shielding your eyes as the ground screams close. Vraak pulls back at the last moment and gently places you both on the solid rock below. Veya dismounts and quickly moves to your side, throwing her arms around you lovingly.
"Romar, again I find survival indebted to you twice now. First the survival of my mind in the cold hell and now my body has been scraped from the possible horrid death - or rather undeath - I faced."
"It is now yours..."
Veya squeezes even tighter, holding you until you're nearly breathless.
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Yuri - [Excellent role-playing again man...] Kiera submits to your whims, leading you to believe that somewhere, once in her living life, she was a beautiful lover. She takes you to heights you didn't think you could reach in since the sun disappeared from your soul.
When all is said and done, she rolls over and closes her eyes, mimicking a beating heart and lungs filling with breath. Though dead, there are somethings the body never forgets....
"Is it nightfall yet? I fear my heart, though useless, may beat from my chest..."
Looking out, past a small flapping tent door, you can tell that it is indeed nightfall.
You pray Romar and the living made it out...
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Callian and Caelith - Emirikol leans back, his head stiff against the back of his high-backed demonic-looking chair. A single eyebrow raises upwards.
"I do not care for just one world Caelith." To emphasize, Emirikol seems to blink a bit - his skin ranging from flame, to ice to water and back again. "The Masters reach is far and wide - but most importantly contained...for the moment anyways. It extends only through alliances with troublesome devils and demons. When he reaches into the wrong pot, he will know what a miracle truly is."
The eyebrow stays up, an umbrella to a wicked smile.
"Regardless, I'm pleased you've taken my offer. I will send you to the DemonWing now and with a bit of advice."
"You'll need help. The Devils holding Karn captive are malicious - in the most ineffable context - and they won't hesitate to strip you of skin and turn you into a macabre marionette. Also, Malbolge, the layer of frozen ice and the headwaters of the River Styx, are cold...so bundle up."
"Goodness, Callian, you don't have another set of parents to freeze do you?"
Before you can even retort, Emirikol snaps his fingers and you find your self outside the enigmatic tower, or rather at the base of the cliff it stood on. There, stretching from the dock beneath your feet, is the most 'evil' looking vessel you have ever laid eyes on.
It is large, probably a hundred feet or less from bow to stern. The front of the ship looks like a horrid skull, horned and graced with demonic sails hanging from masts above and complete with ichor-dripping spikes. The Ship appears to be made of solid stone, grey in color but most definetly not of this plane.
However, the most interesting thing about this ship - it seems to be crewed by the damned...
An entire skeleton crew bustles about the ship, pulling riggings and awaiting at the helm, looking to you with empty eye sockets.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hero, Krysta, Girud and Galdren - With but a moments thought and slight goodbye, the ground swallows you and sends you through it's throat. You tear through vein, through ore to your destination.
Upon coming up through the ground, you are instantly and quickly nearly deafened. Before you, more than fourteen hundredd feet across, you see a sphere made of twisting and flying metal. Some chunks are the size of a mountain and others no bigger than a needle. They spin and mesh, shredding each other to even smaller slivers, seeming to have no end.
If chaos the word was an event, this would be it.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Romar - Veya nods, silently waving her hand in the air. The 'Bird-Riders', as she called them, burst forth from the tent and take to the empty streets of News RocRoost. They move stealthily to a series of caves high above the village. There, waiting in nests of immense size, are more of the giant birds. Slowly and surely, each breaks the sleep silently and stands, lowering to allow the rider to attach bridles and a rough sadle.
Within moment, you are airborne.
Vraak, at the direction of Veya, grabs your metal mount and you - lifting you both into the air effortlessly with a few huge flaps. Sindri, Yuri's mount, is also clasped in the talons of another bird in the group. The sensation of lift is short-lived however, as Vraak extends his wings to their fullest and begins to streak down the base of the mountains.
Clinging so low to the rocks that your mounts hooves occasionally scrape against the hard rock, you find yourself instinctually shielding your eyes as the ground screams close. Vraak pulls back at the last moment and gently places you both on the solid rock below. Veya dismounts and quickly moves to your side, throwing her arms around you lovingly.
"Romar, again I find survival indebted to you twice now. First the survival of my mind in the cold hell and now my body has been scraped from the possible horrid death - or rather undeath - I faced."
"It is now yours..."
Veya squeezes even tighter, holding you until you're nearly breathless.
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Yuri - [Excellent role-playing again man...] Kiera submits to your whims, leading you to believe that somewhere, once in her living life, she was a beautiful lover. She takes you to heights you didn't think you could reach in since the sun disappeared from your soul.
When all is said and done, she rolls over and closes her eyes, mimicking a beating heart and lungs filling with breath. Though dead, there are somethings the body never forgets....
"Is it nightfall yet? I fear my heart, though useless, may beat from my chest..."
Looking out, past a small flapping tent door, you can tell that it is indeed nightfall.
You pray Romar and the living made it out...
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