Post by K Man on Mar 18, 2005 14:13:58 GMT -5
Krysta, Girud, Mordrock, Galdren, Hero, Caelith, Callian and Garor - Dropping quickly to Mordrock's aid, Krysta's please garners the small Goblin some much needed healing.
[Garor Heal roll = 17] Mordrock's eye flutter awake, ever slowly and he begins to groan.
Just as he comes to, the distinct sound of Callian in full plate striking the floor echoes. His skin is torn open as though made of cloth, leaving gaping holes straight to his muscles. Garor heads over there, kneels down and whispers a few divine prayers, calling upon his faith to heal the wound. [Garor Heal roll = 17]
Callian joins Mordrock in the barely awake state of being. With all the pain and suffering occuring, you would think that this ship is the worst that hell has to offer.
You know you are drastically wrong in that thought....
Taking a moment to catch your breath, you take a closer look at the contents of the chest while Garor uses another power to heal the wounded Samurai. [Garor Heal roll = 15 (From wand?)] Inside the chest, in addition to about two-thousand gold pieces in gems and coin, the scroll contains the following spells;
Cure Critical WoundsX2, True Seeing, Blade Barrier, and Restoration
Apparently the demonic have little use for the holy spells...
Aside from that, you can get back into the boats of examine the few rooms you have yet to see...
{Rooms 8C and
}
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Romar - The voice fills your head with a booming laughter and hot, acid breath - like a forge that suddenly found you funny.
[glow=darkred,5,300]'True champion'? What would you know of this when you have failed tracking your adversary at every turn? Placed a brother in the ground yet to be avenged? Your arrogance is sickening...[/glow]
You hear the sound of crackling fire and your nostrils burn at the smell of acrid smoke.
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Yuri - Moving beyond, the ooze just seems to slink back into a corner and lie in wait, occasionally lashing out at you with acid tendrils if you near it. It is clear that this....thing was merely a thoughtless predator.
You move along and also feel the slope of the floors and walls shifting - a sign of changing direction. Soon the air against your skin becomes hot, like the center of an oven. The smell of burning wood and fiery coal also waft across your senses.
However, you do not feel or hear Romar, instead you are greeted with a voice not unlike a talking campfire.
[glow=darkred,5,300]Speak of the reason for your tresspass...[/glow]
{I should make it clear that neither you nor Romar can hear/see each other.}
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[Garor Heal roll = 17] Mordrock's eye flutter awake, ever slowly and he begins to groan.
Just as he comes to, the distinct sound of Callian in full plate striking the floor echoes. His skin is torn open as though made of cloth, leaving gaping holes straight to his muscles. Garor heads over there, kneels down and whispers a few divine prayers, calling upon his faith to heal the wound. [Garor Heal roll = 17]
Callian joins Mordrock in the barely awake state of being. With all the pain and suffering occuring, you would think that this ship is the worst that hell has to offer.
You know you are drastically wrong in that thought....
Taking a moment to catch your breath, you take a closer look at the contents of the chest while Garor uses another power to heal the wounded Samurai. [Garor Heal roll = 15 (From wand?)] Inside the chest, in addition to about two-thousand gold pieces in gems and coin, the scroll contains the following spells;
Cure Critical WoundsX2, True Seeing, Blade Barrier, and Restoration
Apparently the demonic have little use for the holy spells...
Aside from that, you can get back into the boats of examine the few rooms you have yet to see...
{Rooms 8C and
}------------------------------------------------------------------------
Romar - The voice fills your head with a booming laughter and hot, acid breath - like a forge that suddenly found you funny.
[glow=darkred,5,300]'True champion'? What would you know of this when you have failed tracking your adversary at every turn? Placed a brother in the ground yet to be avenged? Your arrogance is sickening...[/glow]
You hear the sound of crackling fire and your nostrils burn at the smell of acrid smoke.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yuri - Moving beyond, the ooze just seems to slink back into a corner and lie in wait, occasionally lashing out at you with acid tendrils if you near it. It is clear that this....thing was merely a thoughtless predator.
You move along and also feel the slope of the floors and walls shifting - a sign of changing direction. Soon the air against your skin becomes hot, like the center of an oven. The smell of burning wood and fiery coal also waft across your senses.
However, you do not feel or hear Romar, instead you are greeted with a voice not unlike a talking campfire.
[glow=darkred,5,300]Speak of the reason for your tresspass...[/glow]
{I should make it clear that neither you nor Romar can hear/see each other.}
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