Post by K Man on Jan 6, 2006 10:29:21 GMT -5
Romar - {Are you gonna submit the last post as a novel submission for the next WotC contest? }
[Diplomacy Check] Telena leaves in such a hurry atop the wagon carrying the shard that she barely hears your speech as it leaves your lips. Her and Irris ride off into the night while the few remaining people of the Dune Palace scatter into the dark of night. Somewhere, high above the campfires, you can see Tineniel...Caelith shouting at the top of his lungs defiantly.
Telena doesn't even look back...
Still, you've poured your heart onto the sands and it does not go unnoticed. You feel a hand placed calmly upon your shoulder. Turning around, it's Irinys, the Elven Prince with a sorrowful face.
"I applaud your honesty Romar...and they throw it back in your face selfishly."
He looks to the retreating force, the fleeing wagon and to the mage hanging in the sky.
"They do not understand what we attempt to do, that there is a common enemy here and for the greater good we must try to destroy him...even if it means the loss of a few refugees that greedily hug a source of power they do not understand..."
He is interrupted by an approaching mage from the ranks. A rather young Elf who barely casts a glance at you out of the corner of his eye. The young Elf bows respectfully.
"Sire! They flee into the canyons. What shall we do?"
Irinys responds.
"We gave them the opportunity for peaceful resolution. Give chase and show them no mercy. Use fire, ice and lightning...it will not damage the shard. Do NOT follow into the canyon. It is an old trap and one we shall not fall for."
The young Elf returns to the ranks and gives the command to split. Half the division to the Northeast, the other half to the Southeast. The army divides and begins its march towards the fleeing refugees. Irinys turns back to you and extends his hand outward.
"Romar, there is no need for you to tackle 'The Master' alone. We shall recover this shard and face him...together."
He awaits a confirming shake.
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Irris and Tineniel -
Tineniel reaches deep inside of him, to a place he knows is forgotten but somehow still 'natural' and suddenly lifts himself into the air. [Fly] As he rises above the scattered camp and fleeing refugees, he shouts;
[Initimidation Check, +2 Circumstance bonus for suddenly flying.] The invading force seems, at best, unimpressed. They are used to magic and to see someone flying is nothing new. However, you can see the leader approach Romar and speak lowly to him and place a hand on his shoulder.
A short while later, a lesser commander gives and order and the army divides and begins to move. You realize it as soon as it hits...
The army is not following into the canyons. They are taking to the edges...just like the guards!
{I'll get a canyon map up next time, but what do you want to do?}
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All those in the fortress -
Galdren, frustrated at this magic user's latest ruse, changes weaponry and advances as far as he can. [Double Move]
Krytsa moves closer to her cohort, hoping to benefit from some healing words soon. [/pre]
<<<Legend>>>
± = Unholy Throne
§ = The Body of Mordrock
M = 'THE MASTER'
(StoneSkin HP Left 104/150)
(Protection from Energy, Fire HP Left = 94/120)
(Protection from Energy, Sonic HP Left = 120/120)
(Protection from Energy, Acid HP Left = 120/120)
[Real HP 132/153]
G = Girud
OO
OO = Righteous Might Garor (Large-Size)
R = Galdren
K = Krysta
Y = Yuri
T = Alton
A = Adelia
[Diplomacy Check] Telena leaves in such a hurry atop the wagon carrying the shard that she barely hears your speech as it leaves your lips. Her and Irris ride off into the night while the few remaining people of the Dune Palace scatter into the dark of night. Somewhere, high above the campfires, you can see Tineniel...Caelith shouting at the top of his lungs defiantly.
Telena doesn't even look back...
Still, you've poured your heart onto the sands and it does not go unnoticed. You feel a hand placed calmly upon your shoulder. Turning around, it's Irinys, the Elven Prince with a sorrowful face.
"I applaud your honesty Romar...and they throw it back in your face selfishly."
He looks to the retreating force, the fleeing wagon and to the mage hanging in the sky.
"They do not understand what we attempt to do, that there is a common enemy here and for the greater good we must try to destroy him...even if it means the loss of a few refugees that greedily hug a source of power they do not understand..."
He is interrupted by an approaching mage from the ranks. A rather young Elf who barely casts a glance at you out of the corner of his eye. The young Elf bows respectfully.
"Sire! They flee into the canyons. What shall we do?"
Irinys responds.
"We gave them the opportunity for peaceful resolution. Give chase and show them no mercy. Use fire, ice and lightning...it will not damage the shard. Do NOT follow into the canyon. It is an old trap and one we shall not fall for."
The young Elf returns to the ranks and gives the command to split. Half the division to the Northeast, the other half to the Southeast. The army divides and begins its march towards the fleeing refugees. Irinys turns back to you and extends his hand outward.
"Romar, there is no need for you to tackle 'The Master' alone. We shall recover this shard and face him...together."
He awaits a confirming shake.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Irris and Tineniel -
Tineniel reaches deep inside of him, to a place he knows is forgotten but somehow still 'natural' and suddenly lifts himself into the air. [Fly] As he rises above the scattered camp and fleeing refugees, he shouts;
"You will not have this shard!"
[Initimidation Check, +2 Circumstance bonus for suddenly flying.] The invading force seems, at best, unimpressed. They are used to magic and to see someone flying is nothing new. However, you can see the leader approach Romar and speak lowly to him and place a hand on his shoulder.
A short while later, a lesser commander gives and order and the army divides and begins to move. You realize it as soon as it hits...
The army is not following into the canyons. They are taking to the edges...just like the guards!
{I'll get a canyon map up next time, but what do you want to do?}
------------------------------------------------------------------------
All those in the fortress -
Galdren, frustrated at this magic user's latest ruse, changes weaponry and advances as far as he can. [Double Move]
Krytsa moves closer to her cohort, hoping to benefit from some healing words soon. [/pre]
<<<Legend>>>
± = Unholy Throne
§ = The Body of Mordrock
M = 'THE MASTER'
(StoneSkin HP Left 104/150)
(Protection from Energy, Fire HP Left = 94/120)
(Protection from Energy, Sonic HP Left = 120/120)
(Protection from Energy, Acid HP Left = 120/120)
[Real HP 132/153]
G = Girud
OO
OO = Righteous Might Garor (Large-Size)
R = Galdren
K = Krysta
Y = Yuri
T = Alton
A = Adelia