Post by K Man on Sept 26, 2005 16:14:57 GMT -5
{Welcome back everyone!}
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Romar -
Irinys smiles, knowing nothing more needs to be said until you are face to face with the queen. He continues to usher you forth, keeping his hand on your neck as he walks you to the amber tower.
The closer you get to this strange crystalline structure, the more the hairs on the back of your neck rise. It is as though the entire place hums with an energy that seems to dim the very stars as it grows. The figures within the tower are at different levels - much like if the tower back at Ravenshead were suddenly made transparent...that is what is would like.
Ravenshead...as quickly as it came, you brush the thought of the place you called home from your mind.
Irinys helps you to the doors of the tower, strange amber curtains that seem to just lift as you near. Once inside, you are helped to a platform just as opaque as the remainder of the tower. In a flash the platform lifts beneath your feet and begins to hurl you into the air effortlessly. You feel a bit ashamed when it catches you so off guard that you find yourself reaching for the first stable thing...Irinys' collar.
Just as quickly as it began, the platform's rise comes to an end. You are on a level now that is wide open from amber wall to amber wall. Beneath you, obscured figures hustle about doing whatever it is they must but there is nothing above you - save for some dark blob of something in the room above.
Most eye-catching in this room however is a single throne, adorned with a beautiful Elven woman. Everything about her scream royalty; from the servants shuffling about her to the dress she wears that seems to sparkle even without light - she is nothing less than magnificent.
This can only be the Queen.
Indeed your thoughts are confirmed as Irinys takes the time to introduce you properly to his mother. He speaks for you, relaying your deeds and events that have led you thus far in life. It is the same story you have told, no embelishments, but rather objectionable as Irinys cannot put the feelings behind the words that you can.
When finished, the Queen turns her gaze meet yours. You wonder, at this exact moment, how many have stood before her and felt the same combination of fear and awe at the same...
"So...an exile of Sturmguard has found his way to our doorstep."
"I understand I am to thank you for the recent...availability of the shards from Ravenshead. Thanks to you were are nearly able to bring 'The Master' down in one swift blow..."
"Tell me, Master Romar, did you know what the shards were going to be used for before you came here tonight?"
The Queen pauses for a moment, then restates her question.
"What I mean to ask Romar is...what would you do if we could end this war tomorrow?"
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All but Romar -
{Only three people left on your team? Man...}
Keeping pace with the pushing colossus, you marvel at the speed at which such a massive thing moves. Each shove of the shoulder against the stone block moves it at least a hundred feet, if not more. The ogres, undead though they may be, swirl about the base and move giant stone rolling pins about with amazing effeciency. It is as though each of these figures was made for this specific purpose...as though 'The Master' hand-crafted them for such an extravagant task.
The Lord of the Undead truly is arrogant...and isn't afraid to display it.
As you near, you get a better layout of how the whole structure looks and is surrounded. Both flanks are equal, each with about tweny of the undead giants moving the stone blocks.
Map;
>>Legend>>
*** = 'The Masters' Fortress
CCCC = Colossus
OO = Undead Ogres (teams of 4, 20 to a side)
Everyone can place where they want to be and we'll throw the mystical pearl and get this crap rolling! I'll need to know who's throwing it...not that the AC is all that high or anything, but there's always the chance for a Nat. 1!
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Romar -
Irinys smiles, knowing nothing more needs to be said until you are face to face with the queen. He continues to usher you forth, keeping his hand on your neck as he walks you to the amber tower.
The closer you get to this strange crystalline structure, the more the hairs on the back of your neck rise. It is as though the entire place hums with an energy that seems to dim the very stars as it grows. The figures within the tower are at different levels - much like if the tower back at Ravenshead were suddenly made transparent...that is what is would like.
Ravenshead...as quickly as it came, you brush the thought of the place you called home from your mind.
Irinys helps you to the doors of the tower, strange amber curtains that seem to just lift as you near. Once inside, you are helped to a platform just as opaque as the remainder of the tower. In a flash the platform lifts beneath your feet and begins to hurl you into the air effortlessly. You feel a bit ashamed when it catches you so off guard that you find yourself reaching for the first stable thing...Irinys' collar.
Just as quickly as it began, the platform's rise comes to an end. You are on a level now that is wide open from amber wall to amber wall. Beneath you, obscured figures hustle about doing whatever it is they must but there is nothing above you - save for some dark blob of something in the room above.
Most eye-catching in this room however is a single throne, adorned with a beautiful Elven woman. Everything about her scream royalty; from the servants shuffling about her to the dress she wears that seems to sparkle even without light - she is nothing less than magnificent.
This can only be the Queen.
Indeed your thoughts are confirmed as Irinys takes the time to introduce you properly to his mother. He speaks for you, relaying your deeds and events that have led you thus far in life. It is the same story you have told, no embelishments, but rather objectionable as Irinys cannot put the feelings behind the words that you can.
When finished, the Queen turns her gaze meet yours. You wonder, at this exact moment, how many have stood before her and felt the same combination of fear and awe at the same...
"So...an exile of Sturmguard has found his way to our doorstep."
"I understand I am to thank you for the recent...availability of the shards from Ravenshead. Thanks to you were are nearly able to bring 'The Master' down in one swift blow..."
"Tell me, Master Romar, did you know what the shards were going to be used for before you came here tonight?"
The Queen pauses for a moment, then restates her question.
"What I mean to ask Romar is...what would you do if we could end this war tomorrow?"
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All but Romar -
{Only three people left on your team? Man...}
Keeping pace with the pushing colossus, you marvel at the speed at which such a massive thing moves. Each shove of the shoulder against the stone block moves it at least a hundred feet, if not more. The ogres, undead though they may be, swirl about the base and move giant stone rolling pins about with amazing effeciency. It is as though each of these figures was made for this specific purpose...as though 'The Master' hand-crafted them for such an extravagant task.
The Lord of the Undead truly is arrogant...and isn't afraid to display it.
As you near, you get a better layout of how the whole structure looks and is surrounded. Both flanks are equal, each with about tweny of the undead giants moving the stone blocks.
Map;
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>>Legend>>
*** = 'The Masters' Fortress
CCCC = Colossus
OO = Undead Ogres (teams of 4, 20 to a side)
Everyone can place where they want to be and we'll throw the mystical pearl and get this crap rolling! I'll need to know who's throwing it...not that the AC is all that high or anything, but there's always the chance for a Nat. 1!
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