Post by K Man on May 11, 2005 9:46:07 GMT -5
{Welcome to the new KMan's everyone!! I hope the Quick reply feature works well for everyone...I expect to see more posts!
Also, since I've not heard from Wizard in a week or more, I'm going to have to forfeit him from this campaign. I hope good things for whatever has happened to keep him away and anxiously await his return.}
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Kysta, Girud, Mordrock, Galdren, Caelith and Garor - Moving to the double doors, you each lean an ear to the frozen steel panels. [Listen Checks]
You all hear nothing, and a look to Nupperibo only aggrivates you as the tiny imp just shrugs.
"One cannot know everything in Coldsteel mortals..."
Opening the doors, you are immediately sent into action as just behind them rest a massive creature that you know you've seen one of before...
A bulette...a land shark...here?
You mind races and your body spees up to catch it, pulling weapons and twisting your hands into magic defenses.
But the Bulette does not move.
It stands rigid and lifeless, like it were frozen in time. A closer inspection - after your heartbeat dies down - reveals that this bulette is not just frozen, but no longer really a bulette.
Some of the amor plating on the land shark is damamaged, but the remainder of it looks...metal and fake as though bolted on. There is a hatch in the rear of the creature's armor that has a handle on it and the eyes look more like smoked glass than the vile orbs you remember.
Could this thing be empty?
COUNTDOWN - 09:54 Hours to Apocalypse Clock Chime...
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Yuri and Romar - As you rumage about, Daniel retorts.
"I understand your point good Romar, but you must understand mine. Without something to compare against, good would become commonplace. We would have no heroes to idolize, no great deeds to hope for..."
As he goes on, you find a good sturdy short sword that is both silver and exceptionally well-made. It appears to be the best of the bunch at least. [Holy and silvered. The Clerics do not excel in sharp weapons.]
Daniel looks to his broken broomhandle and sighs.
"I did not choose another weapon because I was not allowed to in my acolyte status....I suppose there are no rules to interefere with that now."
He goes over and retrieves a large staff with a silver tip of a dragon atop it.
"I kept hoping one of the master clerics would return...good or evil...just someone more qualified."
Daniel taps the staff on the stone floor and motions out to the hallway. Once out there, he begins to shuffle along, dropping the conversation between the necessary existence of both good and evil.
Beliefs can be so hard to change...
The next thing you come to is a massive intersection that heads in many directions. Daniel stops and motions with his staff.
"Each of these hallways leads to a different temple...to a different god. There are temples, altars, cleasning pools and all manner of devotion to the deities of good."
He turns and points down a long, dark hallway that seems to get worse with each passing step.
"And that, leads to the prisons where all manner of evil is kept."
You shudder to think of what lies down that passage.
{I'll pause here in case you want to do something with the temples/altars of good.}
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Also, since I've not heard from Wizard in a week or more, I'm going to have to forfeit him from this campaign. I hope good things for whatever has happened to keep him away and anxiously await his return.}
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Kysta, Girud, Mordrock, Galdren, Caelith and Garor - Moving to the double doors, you each lean an ear to the frozen steel panels. [Listen Checks]
You all hear nothing, and a look to Nupperibo only aggrivates you as the tiny imp just shrugs.
"One cannot know everything in Coldsteel mortals..."
Opening the doors, you are immediately sent into action as just behind them rest a massive creature that you know you've seen one of before...
A bulette...a land shark...here?
You mind races and your body spees up to catch it, pulling weapons and twisting your hands into magic defenses.
But the Bulette does not move.
It stands rigid and lifeless, like it were frozen in time. A closer inspection - after your heartbeat dies down - reveals that this bulette is not just frozen, but no longer really a bulette.
Some of the amor plating on the land shark is damamaged, but the remainder of it looks...metal and fake as though bolted on. There is a hatch in the rear of the creature's armor that has a handle on it and the eyes look more like smoked glass than the vile orbs you remember.
Could this thing be empty?
COUNTDOWN - 09:54 Hours to Apocalypse Clock Chime...
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Yuri and Romar - As you rumage about, Daniel retorts.
"I understand your point good Romar, but you must understand mine. Without something to compare against, good would become commonplace. We would have no heroes to idolize, no great deeds to hope for..."
As he goes on, you find a good sturdy short sword that is both silver and exceptionally well-made. It appears to be the best of the bunch at least. [Holy and silvered. The Clerics do not excel in sharp weapons.]
Daniel looks to his broken broomhandle and sighs.
"I did not choose another weapon because I was not allowed to in my acolyte status....I suppose there are no rules to interefere with that now."
He goes over and retrieves a large staff with a silver tip of a dragon atop it.
"I kept hoping one of the master clerics would return...good or evil...just someone more qualified."
Daniel taps the staff on the stone floor and motions out to the hallway. Once out there, he begins to shuffle along, dropping the conversation between the necessary existence of both good and evil.
Beliefs can be so hard to change...
The next thing you come to is a massive intersection that heads in many directions. Daniel stops and motions with his staff.
"Each of these hallways leads to a different temple...to a different god. There are temples, altars, cleasning pools and all manner of devotion to the deities of good."
He turns and points down a long, dark hallway that seems to get worse with each passing step.
"And that, leads to the prisons where all manner of evil is kept."
You shudder to think of what lies down that passage.
{I'll pause here in case you want to do something with the temples/altars of good.}
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