Post by K Man on Feb 27, 2006 12:21:26 GMT -5
Romar -
The creature barely addresses you as it rummages around and digs in emtpy barrels and boxes.
"I am looking for warmth..."
"And not just any warmth will do. My punishment is cold and empty, but no amount of fire or sun will ever warm me. I am destined to find the warmth of friendship, of family...of love."
You turn to watch this strange creature in its bizarre ritual. It finds a small trinket, something that looks like it may have had value at one point and time--a child's doll. It wraps leathery and rotten hands around the doll, bringing the toy to its face and breathing deeply. As it does, it's as though you can literally watch the colors being sucked from the doll...the life flow from this inanimate object.
Once done, the doll is muted and colorless, somehow changed. The creature tosses it aside and continues to rummage, speaking over its shoulder.
"This is my curse Romar, to find these subtle trinkets of trivial value and absorb what bit of love I can from them."
"That doll was loved by a little girl...and for a moment longer, I live on the love I steal from her."
What a sad existence...
"And what were you to write on this piece of paper Romar? A small measure of love?...For whom?"
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Irris and Tineniel -
{Still waiting.}
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Those in the Fortress -
Moving from this room into the hallway, you find little of help. This is one large square, complete with dozens of doors...
...and every last one of them has a handle. They all look the same, no real distinction between them...certainly nothing in green.
{See Map Below, I'll need door #'s for each group.}
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Girud -
Moving to the hole made in this fortress, you take a peek outside.
Never before have you seen such a strange sight.
The horde of undead, once so lively in their march forward has stopped. They stand, rigid and lifeless as they should be. Their eyes are glazed over, their limbs motionless.
The colossus also stands motionless, arms rigidly affixed to the square fortress. On his shoulder, high above the ground, birds circle about the newfound roost. Far below, the team of undead ogres remains frozen in place...
All is eerily silent...but none the less safe, or so it seems. Perhaps the army needed the consciousness of 'The Master' to function?
Map;
...LEGEND...
* = Blast hole
| or -- = Door
A = Adelia
K = Krysta
Y = Yuri
D = Galdren
G = Girud
T = Alton
R = Garor
<- = Exit point of secret Tunnel
The creature barely addresses you as it rummages around and digs in emtpy barrels and boxes.
"I am looking for warmth..."
"And not just any warmth will do. My punishment is cold and empty, but no amount of fire or sun will ever warm me. I am destined to find the warmth of friendship, of family...of love."
You turn to watch this strange creature in its bizarre ritual. It finds a small trinket, something that looks like it may have had value at one point and time--a child's doll. It wraps leathery and rotten hands around the doll, bringing the toy to its face and breathing deeply. As it does, it's as though you can literally watch the colors being sucked from the doll...the life flow from this inanimate object.
Once done, the doll is muted and colorless, somehow changed. The creature tosses it aside and continues to rummage, speaking over its shoulder.
"This is my curse Romar, to find these subtle trinkets of trivial value and absorb what bit of love I can from them."
"That doll was loved by a little girl...and for a moment longer, I live on the love I steal from her."
What a sad existence...
"And what were you to write on this piece of paper Romar? A small measure of love?...For whom?"
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Irris and Tineniel -
{Still waiting.}
Previous Post
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Those in the Fortress -
Moving from this room into the hallway, you find little of help. This is one large square, complete with dozens of doors...
...and every last one of them has a handle. They all look the same, no real distinction between them...certainly nothing in green.
{See Map Below, I'll need door #'s for each group.}
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Girud -
Moving to the hole made in this fortress, you take a peek outside.
Never before have you seen such a strange sight.
The horde of undead, once so lively in their march forward has stopped. They stand, rigid and lifeless as they should be. Their eyes are glazed over, their limbs motionless.
The colossus also stands motionless, arms rigidly affixed to the square fortress. On his shoulder, high above the ground, birds circle about the newfound roost. Far below, the team of undead ogres remains frozen in place...
All is eerily silent...but none the less safe, or so it seems. Perhaps the army needed the consciousness of 'The Master' to function?
Map;
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23 24 25 26 27 28
____--____ ____--____ ____--____ ____--____ ____--____ ____--____
| |
| ____--____ ____--____ ____--____ ____--____ ____--____ |
1| |2 29 30 31 32 33 4|4 Y 4|5
| | | A |
| | | K |
3| |4 4|2 4|3
| | | |
| | | |
5| |6 4|0 4|1
| | | |
| | | |
7| |8 3|8 3|9
| | | |
| | | |
9| |10 3|6 3|7
| | | |
| | | |
1|1 |12 13 14 15 16 17 3|4 3|5
| |____--____ ____--____ ____--____ ____--____ ____--____| |
| TRD |
|____--____ ____--____ ____--____ ____--____ ____--____ ____--____|
| | 18 19 20 21 | 22 |
| | | |
| | | |
| | | |
| | | |
| | | |<-
| G | | |
|_*________| |__________|
...LEGEND...
* = Blast hole
| or -- = Door
A = Adelia
K = Krysta
Y = Yuri
D = Galdren
G = Girud
T = Alton
R = Garor
<- = Exit point of secret Tunnel
