Post by K Man on Jan 18, 2005 12:46:52 GMT -5
Newt and Garor - [Cut from previous post.]
Once there was a time, long in your past, that you thought you had seen King Grandil at his most furious - it was right before he exiled you.
That moment has just been surpassed...
The Dwarven king moves and closes to within inches of your face. His nostrils flare and his cheeks wrinkle with frustration.
"Don't ye get the point of this? Ye will die of old age Garor... Not at the end of some horrible claws or sharp blade." Grandil exhales sharply, holding back a second flood of emotions - the aftershocks. "Normally every Dwarf would be honored in the Forge Father's eyes as such - but it is not the fate of a noble. Ye were born of different blood, noble blood, and that blood will not be spilled."
"Our enemies will not be allowed the pleasure of spilling our noble blood...and once the army is complete, no enemy will spill Dwarven blood. The constructs will walk the battlefields shedding enemy blood without the loss of another Dwarven life."
[Sense Motive Check, Garor] You pause for a moment as it strikes you...when you look into King Grandil's eyes you see anger but most importantly, you see fear - absolute fear. Perhaps this tirade is a cover-up for King Grandil's fear of the inevitable...
...'The Master' cannot be stopped...
Or at least the great King believes. It becomes clear that he's trying to keep you here out of fear, not out of some master plan for survival...fear that his throne, his empire, will collapse and none will remember him or his deeds.
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Caelith and Callian - Staring over the hull of the demonic vessel before you, a few things become more clear. The Skeletons that pull riggings and work the masts are not truly skeletons, but rather things wearing skeleton disguises. Whatever moves beneath them is invisible to the humanoid eye.
Subtle faces and leering visages are carved into nearly every inch of the stone hull, giving it the impression of being carved of souls themselves - which, from the looks, it may be... The sails are pulled taught and, to your horror, appear to be stitched together pieces of skin - all manner of shades.
A gangplank extends and an invisible disguised skeleton crewman comes forward, standing at the railing and staring at you with meaningless eye sockets.
"I am Ungurth, first mate. We await your command to sail...and the setting of the sun."
It appears that the DemonWing only sails in the dark - a demonic ship crewed by the damned...who'd have thought?
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Hero, Krysta, Girud and Galdren - [Actually the idea is that it scares the players away because they believe there is no interior. In fact, Caelith, when originally confronted with it, moved to the center on a wing and a prayer, hoping he wouldn't get shredded. Anyways, you're in the middle.]
Coming through the earth to, what you assume, is the center of the metal maelstrom, your ears find sudden tranquil relief. The sound is lessened, if not gone completely. You spot a few strange things of note.
The first is an impressive iron tower off in the distance, well over a few hundred feet high. The first portion of the tower is solid crystal and an iron fortress rests atop it with no apparent entry.
Second is a ravine filled with all manner of chaotic beasts. Some as large as giants, others as small as a hummingbird. Some fly, others trot...and some even move like gobular blobs of jelly, not really having a motion that can be defined.
[Spot Checks, all. Girud, Krysta and Mordrock success.] Off in the distance, you spot a strange vessel floating gently next to a dock, seemingly pulled from the depths of hell itself. Sails of stitched leathers and made of stone with a giant demon face as the maidnenhead.
However, more importantly, next to the vessel stand Callian and Caelith, discussing something. They are several hundred yards from you now.
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Romar - Veya does seem taken back when you mention the vampire companion you left atop the cold rock above, but she shrugs and retorts.
"I care not for his actions Romar, you were the one that saved me. He is but the kindling while you are the fire. Your actions saved me, if he was not but the catalyst."
Veya remains ever closer, proving her loyalty. She looks to you with questioning eyes.
"How long are we to wait for your companion?"
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Yuri - As Kiera moves out into the night, signaling her other spawn, you admire the way she moves like a tiger on the hunt. She slinks from doorway to doorway, from window to window - looking for the first taste of blood.
However, just as to be expected...she doesn't find it.
Within moments, each vampire begins to call to each other, to Kiera and to you, with the same question.
"Where are they?"[/b]
{OODM: Now it's time to bust out that Bluff Check Yuri.
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Once there was a time, long in your past, that you thought you had seen King Grandil at his most furious - it was right before he exiled you.
That moment has just been surpassed...
The Dwarven king moves and closes to within inches of your face. His nostrils flare and his cheeks wrinkle with frustration.
"Don't ye get the point of this? Ye will die of old age Garor... Not at the end of some horrible claws or sharp blade." Grandil exhales sharply, holding back a second flood of emotions - the aftershocks. "Normally every Dwarf would be honored in the Forge Father's eyes as such - but it is not the fate of a noble. Ye were born of different blood, noble blood, and that blood will not be spilled."
"Our enemies will not be allowed the pleasure of spilling our noble blood...and once the army is complete, no enemy will spill Dwarven blood. The constructs will walk the battlefields shedding enemy blood without the loss of another Dwarven life."
[Sense Motive Check, Garor] You pause for a moment as it strikes you...when you look into King Grandil's eyes you see anger but most importantly, you see fear - absolute fear. Perhaps this tirade is a cover-up for King Grandil's fear of the inevitable...
...'The Master' cannot be stopped...
Or at least the great King believes. It becomes clear that he's trying to keep you here out of fear, not out of some master plan for survival...fear that his throne, his empire, will collapse and none will remember him or his deeds.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Caelith and Callian - Staring over the hull of the demonic vessel before you, a few things become more clear. The Skeletons that pull riggings and work the masts are not truly skeletons, but rather things wearing skeleton disguises. Whatever moves beneath them is invisible to the humanoid eye.
Subtle faces and leering visages are carved into nearly every inch of the stone hull, giving it the impression of being carved of souls themselves - which, from the looks, it may be... The sails are pulled taught and, to your horror, appear to be stitched together pieces of skin - all manner of shades.
A gangplank extends and an invisible disguised skeleton crewman comes forward, standing at the railing and staring at you with meaningless eye sockets.
"I am Ungurth, first mate. We await your command to sail...and the setting of the sun."
It appears that the DemonWing only sails in the dark - a demonic ship crewed by the damned...who'd have thought?
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hero, Krysta, Girud and Galdren - [Actually the idea is that it scares the players away because they believe there is no interior. In fact, Caelith, when originally confronted with it, moved to the center on a wing and a prayer, hoping he wouldn't get shredded. Anyways, you're in the middle.]
Coming through the earth to, what you assume, is the center of the metal maelstrom, your ears find sudden tranquil relief. The sound is lessened, if not gone completely. You spot a few strange things of note.
The first is an impressive iron tower off in the distance, well over a few hundred feet high. The first portion of the tower is solid crystal and an iron fortress rests atop it with no apparent entry.
Second is a ravine filled with all manner of chaotic beasts. Some as large as giants, others as small as a hummingbird. Some fly, others trot...and some even move like gobular blobs of jelly, not really having a motion that can be defined.
[Spot Checks, all. Girud, Krysta and Mordrock success.] Off in the distance, you spot a strange vessel floating gently next to a dock, seemingly pulled from the depths of hell itself. Sails of stitched leathers and made of stone with a giant demon face as the maidnenhead.
However, more importantly, next to the vessel stand Callian and Caelith, discussing something. They are several hundred yards from you now.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Romar - Veya does seem taken back when you mention the vampire companion you left atop the cold rock above, but she shrugs and retorts.
"I care not for his actions Romar, you were the one that saved me. He is but the kindling while you are the fire. Your actions saved me, if he was not but the catalyst."
Veya remains ever closer, proving her loyalty. She looks to you with questioning eyes.
"How long are we to wait for your companion?"
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yuri - As Kiera moves out into the night, signaling her other spawn, you admire the way she moves like a tiger on the hunt. She slinks from doorway to doorway, from window to window - looking for the first taste of blood.
However, just as to be expected...she doesn't find it.
Within moments, each vampire begins to call to each other, to Kiera and to you, with the same question.
"Where are they?"[/b]
{OODM: Now it's time to bust out that Bluff Check Yuri.
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