Post by K Man on Apr 10, 2006 20:13:35 GMT -5
Romar -
{Since you want to speed this up, let's do that.}
The days seem to blur as you continue your trek...to the point where it becomes routine. Make camp. Wake. Cast spells to protect yourself from desert. Deal with Duke's ramblings...
Each day refuses to segregate itself from the previous. The Duke stays true to his word, making the trip at the very least uncomfortable. The hot days and winds rarely give you more than passing trouble, at least you have to be thankful for.
The strange lights you saw overhead that fateful night and most of the morning have stopped, and there seems to be no ill side-effects...at least not yet. Whatever they were, whoever sent them must have accomplished something...that or was stopped cold in their tracks.
By dusk on the fifth day, you reach the edge of the desert. The seemingly infinite grassy dunes begin to give way to sparse clumps of shrubgrass. The rolling hot winds are replaced by cool breezes that come over hills, not dusty pits.
[Spot Check] As you take your first few steps on solid ground, you see something out of the corner of your eye. High above you, circling in the mixture of dusk and cloud cover is a bird....
...and this bird, you're certain, must be more than thirty feet from wingtip to wingtip...
Unless you're mistaken, this bird intends to make you its next meal and there's no where to hide in the grasslands.
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All Others -
Yuri, now solid and opposite the Golem, points the psion-wand beneath the things feet.
[REF Save @ +2]
[dice=20]
The thing manages to stay upright, though the ground beneath it becomes laden in grease. {I don't believe your DC is >19.}
Galdren lays into the beast, but only the first attack actually lands. [Damage Result = 17] More bits of the creature fly off, scattering around the hallway in a bloody mess.
Krysta moves closer to the fray, ready to be of some aid when it is needed.
Alton plugs another arrow into the creature, shedding more of its created blood. [Damage Result = 5] But still, it does not fall.
Girud, finally around the far corner, charges the created thing from the rear. His blade comes crashing down, make sickly sweet crunching noises as it breaks through the things collar and chest. [Damage Result = 17] With a thud, the thing collapses to the ground...dead...
You look around the hallway, still empty and still clueless as to where these shards are being kept in this damned place.
[WIS Checks, Adelia, Krysta, Yuri and Garor Successes] You can tell something is strange is going on...the building is beginning to warm up. Like the stones of this place have suddenly become a hearth, the whole structure is heating to white hot temperatures.
[rand=86179784143387458688700870898572194966012239157887206817077127488]
{Since you want to speed this up, let's do that.}
The days seem to blur as you continue your trek...to the point where it becomes routine. Make camp. Wake. Cast spells to protect yourself from desert. Deal with Duke's ramblings...
Each day refuses to segregate itself from the previous. The Duke stays true to his word, making the trip at the very least uncomfortable. The hot days and winds rarely give you more than passing trouble, at least you have to be thankful for.
The strange lights you saw overhead that fateful night and most of the morning have stopped, and there seems to be no ill side-effects...at least not yet. Whatever they were, whoever sent them must have accomplished something...that or was stopped cold in their tracks.
By dusk on the fifth day, you reach the edge of the desert. The seemingly infinite grassy dunes begin to give way to sparse clumps of shrubgrass. The rolling hot winds are replaced by cool breezes that come over hills, not dusty pits.
[Spot Check] As you take your first few steps on solid ground, you see something out of the corner of your eye. High above you, circling in the mixture of dusk and cloud cover is a bird....
...and this bird, you're certain, must be more than thirty feet from wingtip to wingtip...
Unless you're mistaken, this bird intends to make you its next meal and there's no where to hide in the grasslands.
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All Others -
Yuri, now solid and opposite the Golem, points the psion-wand beneath the things feet.
[REF Save @ +2]
[dice=20]
The thing manages to stay upright, though the ground beneath it becomes laden in grease. {I don't believe your DC is >19.}
Galdren lays into the beast, but only the first attack actually lands. [Damage Result = 17] More bits of the creature fly off, scattering around the hallway in a bloody mess.
Krysta moves closer to the fray, ready to be of some aid when it is needed.
Alton plugs another arrow into the creature, shedding more of its created blood. [Damage Result = 5] But still, it does not fall.
Girud, finally around the far corner, charges the created thing from the rear. His blade comes crashing down, make sickly sweet crunching noises as it breaks through the things collar and chest. [Damage Result = 17] With a thud, the thing collapses to the ground...dead...
You look around the hallway, still empty and still clueless as to where these shards are being kept in this damned place.
[WIS Checks, Adelia, Krysta, Yuri and Garor Successes] You can tell something is strange is going on...the building is beginning to warm up. Like the stones of this place have suddenly become a hearth, the whole structure is heating to white hot temperatures.
[rand=86179784143387458688700870898572194966012239157887206817077127488]
