Post by K Man on May 24, 2005 10:24:50 GMT -5
Kysta, Girud, Mordrock, Galdren, Caelith and Garor - {I'll assume we're all assisting Caelith - who probably has the highest INT...which, anyone know where he is?}
Everyone piles into the strange empty Bulette-construct and begins to examine the different switches and levers. Between Nuppribo pulling and Mordrock slapping, the functions of the creature become fairly evident.
[Assist Checks (Successes); Garor, Krysta, Mordrock, Girud. Caelith INT Check = 24]
Between the lot of you, the Bulette clumsily springs to life. Steam vents from slits in the metal plated hide with a hiss and the jaw snap shut menacingly.
There is enough room for all of you within its confines, albeit a bit cramped, but it's possible. Even Nuppribo manages to flit inside, finding a nice little perch right next to a smokey glass orb of an eye.
With the hissing steam and slight hum of magical motion, the Bulette is strangely quiet - devoid of ideas.
"Umm....now what?"
COUNTDOWN - 09:48 Hours to Apocalypse Clock Chime...
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Yuri and Romar - Daniel, at first, is a bit frightened of Yuri's approach from seemingly nothing. He holds the staff before him as though to clumsily strike with it. It is only Romar's words that finally calm the young acolyte.
He finally lowers the staff ineffectually, eyes drifting to meet Romar.
"And you lecture me on the necessary survival of evil..."
Brushing off the approach of the vampire, Daniel looks again to the cold, ebony crusted door. He nods to the recently arrived vampire.
"The demon was bound, but I have no doubt that if its strength is as great as legend says...the bonds would not hold long."
"Go ahead and open it. I'm not afraid."
He stands back and brings the staff up again before him, like a shield of sorts. You both take a similar stance, hearts pumping and mind racing with what the last few moments of your life will look like.
The handle of the door is cold, and it feels wrong to open it. You mutter the words of each god of good inscribed on the door - solidly and without a faltering voice, eventhough every inch of your body screams to do just the opposite.
With a click that pounds like a hammer on a forge, the door unlocks.
Still nothing from behind the door. You hold the handle firmly and give it a slight twist, breaking a seal that probably hasn't been broken in years. When the stench hits you - you immediately know that something is wrong...
Inside, the room is nearly pitch black and reeks of the most unholy of things. There is but one single column of light, in the center of the room casting a ghostly glow on the only thing in the room...
The body of a lithe female devil, her chest ripped open and talons bloodied - it is clear, from the position and blood present, she ripped her own heart out.
The body is crumpled in the center of the room, wings folded awkwardly behind her back. The black ichor once flowing in her veins is pooled into a dried disc in the center of the room. On the wall, barely visible in the halo of the column of light, is some scribblings on the wall, written in the tongue of the devils...
Daniel speaks what you are all thinking.
"This cannot be good for us..."
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Everyone piles into the strange empty Bulette-construct and begins to examine the different switches and levers. Between Nuppribo pulling and Mordrock slapping, the functions of the creature become fairly evident.
[Assist Checks (Successes); Garor, Krysta, Mordrock, Girud. Caelith INT Check = 24]
Between the lot of you, the Bulette clumsily springs to life. Steam vents from slits in the metal plated hide with a hiss and the jaw snap shut menacingly.
There is enough room for all of you within its confines, albeit a bit cramped, but it's possible. Even Nuppribo manages to flit inside, finding a nice little perch right next to a smokey glass orb of an eye.
With the hissing steam and slight hum of magical motion, the Bulette is strangely quiet - devoid of ideas.
"Umm....now what?"
COUNTDOWN - 09:48 Hours to Apocalypse Clock Chime...
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yuri and Romar - Daniel, at first, is a bit frightened of Yuri's approach from seemingly nothing. He holds the staff before him as though to clumsily strike with it. It is only Romar's words that finally calm the young acolyte.
Keep in mind that he, like me, passed the tests that were laid out before us to enter the Hidden City and prove our intent.
He finally lowers the staff ineffectually, eyes drifting to meet Romar.
"And you lecture me on the necessary survival of evil..."
Brushing off the approach of the vampire, Daniel looks again to the cold, ebony crusted door. He nods to the recently arrived vampire.
"The demon was bound, but I have no doubt that if its strength is as great as legend says...the bonds would not hold long."
"Go ahead and open it. I'm not afraid."
He stands back and brings the staff up again before him, like a shield of sorts. You both take a similar stance, hearts pumping and mind racing with what the last few moments of your life will look like.
The handle of the door is cold, and it feels wrong to open it. You mutter the words of each god of good inscribed on the door - solidly and without a faltering voice, eventhough every inch of your body screams to do just the opposite.
With a click that pounds like a hammer on a forge, the door unlocks.
Still nothing from behind the door. You hold the handle firmly and give it a slight twist, breaking a seal that probably hasn't been broken in years. When the stench hits you - you immediately know that something is wrong...
Inside, the room is nearly pitch black and reeks of the most unholy of things. There is but one single column of light, in the center of the room casting a ghostly glow on the only thing in the room...
The body of a lithe female devil, her chest ripped open and talons bloodied - it is clear, from the position and blood present, she ripped her own heart out.
The body is crumpled in the center of the room, wings folded awkwardly behind her back. The black ichor once flowing in her veins is pooled into a dried disc in the center of the room. On the wall, barely visible in the halo of the column of light, is some scribblings on the wall, written in the tongue of the devils...
Daniel speaks what you are all thinking.
"This cannot be good for us..."
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