Post by K Man on May 23, 2005 9:25:47 GMT -5
{Sorry for not posting Friday everyone. Had to re-adjust and see 'Star Wars'....
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Kysta, Girud, Mordrock, Galdren, Caelith and Garor - The ever-present Nupperibo flies about, looking at the interior of the hollowed Bulette commenting on this and that.
"The work of devils never ceases to amaze me! Look at this thing!"
He flies from lever to level, much like Mordrock, pulling handles, twisting knobs and pressing buttons. More than once the empty bulette shifts its bulk, stamps a foot or jumps a little bit.
The two, Mordrock and Nupperibo, make quite the pair...
Krysta makes the point of using this contraption both as a disguise for the entire party and as a safe place to rest. Thinking back to the glade outside of Cannon's Foot, where you first fought one of these, it would be harder to pierce the armor of this thing after it has been enhanced with metal plates.
Nothing down here could do that right...?
As Nupperibo and Mordrock continue to play, you all realize that operating this contraption really isn't that hard. It could be done with some study...maybe ten minutes or less and you could be underway.
{I'll essentially need and INT check DC 20, any number of people can aid.}
You look back to the elevator, shuddering to think of 'The Guardian' at the bottom that waits for your return.
Maybe hiding in the landshark isn't a bad idea...
COUNTDOWN - 09:51 Hours to Apocalypse Clock Chime...
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Yuri and Romar - {Yuri: You'd better come out of hiding soon...Romar is having all the fun.}
Daniel nods.
"The door leads directly into the cell. It is the only thing holding the creature back. You must merely approach, from this side, and speak confidently all the names of the gods inscribed on the door. They are all good gods and the sigils are designed that if you speak with fear, malice or untruth in your heart, the door with not open."
"Rather clever way to keep demons sealed up..."
Daniel looks down, twisting his foot to the side as he remembers the work of his many masters.
"It should be able to hear you, but to prevent the creature from continually rambling and driving the men mad, the words coming through the door are altered to sound melodius...like that of a doting mother."
This is truly a work of art - this prison.
Taking a deep breath, you make your way to the door stained with ebony mold and raise your fist. Daniel remains right by your side, shaking as though his skin will jump from his very bones any moment.
POUND POUND POUND
{It's actually a 'she', by the way.}
The door pounding echoes for what seems like an eternity. The words follow them closely, but both fade away unanswered. Moments later, you repeat the pounding and reiterate your demand.
Again...nothing.
No breathing. No dark whispering. No movemnt...no anything. It's eerily silent and your heart begins to beat faster and faster, waiting for the arch-devil to scare the daylights out of you, but it never does.
"Should we open it?"
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Kysta, Girud, Mordrock, Galdren, Caelith and Garor - The ever-present Nupperibo flies about, looking at the interior of the hollowed Bulette commenting on this and that.
"The work of devils never ceases to amaze me! Look at this thing!"
He flies from lever to level, much like Mordrock, pulling handles, twisting knobs and pressing buttons. More than once the empty bulette shifts its bulk, stamps a foot or jumps a little bit.
The two, Mordrock and Nupperibo, make quite the pair...
Krysta makes the point of using this contraption both as a disguise for the entire party and as a safe place to rest. Thinking back to the glade outside of Cannon's Foot, where you first fought one of these, it would be harder to pierce the armor of this thing after it has been enhanced with metal plates.
Nothing down here could do that right...?
As Nupperibo and Mordrock continue to play, you all realize that operating this contraption really isn't that hard. It could be done with some study...maybe ten minutes or less and you could be underway.
{I'll essentially need and INT check DC 20, any number of people can aid.}
You look back to the elevator, shuddering to think of 'The Guardian' at the bottom that waits for your return.
Maybe hiding in the landshark isn't a bad idea...
COUNTDOWN - 09:51 Hours to Apocalypse Clock Chime...
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Yuri and Romar - {Yuri: You'd better come out of hiding soon...Romar is having all the fun.
}Daniel nods.
"The door leads directly into the cell. It is the only thing holding the creature back. You must merely approach, from this side, and speak confidently all the names of the gods inscribed on the door. They are all good gods and the sigils are designed that if you speak with fear, malice or untruth in your heart, the door with not open."
"Rather clever way to keep demons sealed up..."
Daniel looks down, twisting his foot to the side as he remembers the work of his many masters.
"It should be able to hear you, but to prevent the creature from continually rambling and driving the men mad, the words coming through the door are altered to sound melodius...like that of a doting mother."
This is truly a work of art - this prison.
Taking a deep breath, you make your way to the door stained with ebony mold and raise your fist. Daniel remains right by your side, shaking as though his skin will jump from his very bones any moment.
POUND POUND POUND
"We have come to speak with the imprisoned one! Will he hear us and speak with reason?"
{It's actually a 'she', by the way.}
The door pounding echoes for what seems like an eternity. The words follow them closely, but both fade away unanswered. Moments later, you repeat the pounding and reiterate your demand.
Again...nothing.
No breathing. No dark whispering. No movemnt...no anything. It's eerily silent and your heart begins to beat faster and faster, waiting for the arch-devil to scare the daylights out of you, but it never does.
"Should we open it?"
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