Post by K Man on Jun 21, 2006 15:23:27 GMT -5
Romar -
The Council is in meeting when you arrive, but the double doors to their grand meeting chamber are wide open. The guards to either side, also paladins, remain upright and barely glance at you as you pass the threshold.
It is only when you reach the center of the chamber and kneel, making your most humble plea, that the council even notices you.
Like the rest of this divided city, the councilors along the semi-circle stone table seem divided into alignments. Towards the left, the clerics wear dark robes adorned with small ivory skulls and other necrotic trinkets. To the right, the clerics wear brilliant ivory robes with gold trim and holy symbols of gleaming silver. And in the center, the leaders of this remote city wear grey robes, simply adorned and otherwise unremarkable. It is one of these neutral clerics that addresses you now--the same one you convened with after the incident with Daniel.
"Romar Belamor! Seeking judgement?" The cleric of neutrality brushes aside all the parchments from before him and instructs the other clerics to do the same. You now have the attention of all the leaders in this room. The middle priest clears his throat and addresses you again.
"Speak Romar. Address us as you would friends and we will humbly listen."
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All Others -
{Where are BluSpecs and Jevva and Fangor?}
Yuri, still in the formless fog, moves to the North, towards the tower of the Elven Queen. Like some amber giant, it hums slightly and fills the entire city with an ambient hue of orange. Beneath the streets that hold this tower, Girud watches patiently through the grate for the right moment...a moment when all the Elves' eyes are upon Yuri.
Just as Yuri reaches the Northern corner of the nearest barracks, something alarming happens.
You think for a moment, that you've been discovered, that your nighttime assault on the city was short-lived for an alarm sounds and all of the Elves rush to their arms. The alarm comes from great horns atop the walls, several hundred feet away but loud enough to fill the coming dusk with deafening sound. Mages tighten their pouches about their waist, archers pull and knock arrows...and fighters reach for blades, drawing them silently. You're certain you've been discovered...for they are clearly arming for something.
But then, you realize that this alarm is not for you.
Cries are heard throughout the city, echoing from street to street, from watch-tower to watch-tower. These cries are the same words, repeated over and over in each shout, a few simple words...yet they drive fear into your heart. Your mind wraps around the idea as your ears absorb the words;
"The 'Master' is at the city gates! Arm yourselves!"[/i][/size]
...
....
No! It cannot be! You try to think of what deception this could be, of how this could be a mistake but all of the Elves that seem capable of fighting are leaving the area in a rush, armed to the teeth. They clearly think it is the truth...a very real threat.
{I'm leaving the map as is with Yuri moved, but if you wait about three rounds, this barracks area will be empty.}
Map:
<<<LEGEND>>>
# = Sewer Grating
^ = Direction to Queen's Amber Tower
Buildings are barracks, each is capable of housing 25 soldiers.
Y = Yuri (Gaseous Form)
E = Elven Soldier (AC 19 {ff: 16, Touch 13}, HP 35, +9, 1d8+3)
H = Elven Archer (AC 16 {ff: 12, Touch 14}, HP 25, +9/+3 1d6+2)
M = Elven Mage (AC 15 {ff: 15, Touch 15}, HP 18, +4, 1d4) (3-4th Level Wizards)
S = Elven Seargent (AC 22 {ff: 21, Touch 11}, HP 60, +11/+7 1d8+1d6+4)
The Council is in meeting when you arrive, but the double doors to their grand meeting chamber are wide open. The guards to either side, also paladins, remain upright and barely glance at you as you pass the threshold.
It is only when you reach the center of the chamber and kneel, making your most humble plea, that the council even notices you.
"Councilors of the Hidden City! I beg for you to hear my thoughts. You know my name, as I am Romar Belamor, but please, treat me no other than a humble follower of the faith and as a simple brother of the City. For I have come to seek guidance, but most of all, judgment. I was allowed entrance through the gates, but I shall leave and return later if I disturb you now during your duties."
Like the rest of this divided city, the councilors along the semi-circle stone table seem divided into alignments. Towards the left, the clerics wear dark robes adorned with small ivory skulls and other necrotic trinkets. To the right, the clerics wear brilliant ivory robes with gold trim and holy symbols of gleaming silver. And in the center, the leaders of this remote city wear grey robes, simply adorned and otherwise unremarkable. It is one of these neutral clerics that addresses you now--the same one you convened with after the incident with Daniel.
"Romar Belamor! Seeking judgement?" The cleric of neutrality brushes aside all the parchments from before him and instructs the other clerics to do the same. You now have the attention of all the leaders in this room. The middle priest clears his throat and addresses you again.
"Speak Romar. Address us as you would friends and we will humbly listen."
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All Others -
{Where are BluSpecs and Jevva and Fangor?}
Yuri, still in the formless fog, moves to the North, towards the tower of the Elven Queen. Like some amber giant, it hums slightly and fills the entire city with an ambient hue of orange. Beneath the streets that hold this tower, Girud watches patiently through the grate for the right moment...a moment when all the Elves' eyes are upon Yuri.
Just as Yuri reaches the Northern corner of the nearest barracks, something alarming happens.
You think for a moment, that you've been discovered, that your nighttime assault on the city was short-lived for an alarm sounds and all of the Elves rush to their arms. The alarm comes from great horns atop the walls, several hundred feet away but loud enough to fill the coming dusk with deafening sound. Mages tighten their pouches about their waist, archers pull and knock arrows...and fighters reach for blades, drawing them silently. You're certain you've been discovered...for they are clearly arming for something.
But then, you realize that this alarm is not for you.
Cries are heard throughout the city, echoing from street to street, from watch-tower to watch-tower. These cries are the same words, repeated over and over in each shout, a few simple words...yet they drive fear into your heart. Your mind wraps around the idea as your ears absorb the words;
"The 'Master' is at the city gates! Arm yourselves!"[/i][/size]
...
....
No! It cannot be! You try to think of what deception this could be, of how this could be a mistake but all of the Elves that seem capable of fighting are leaving the area in a rush, armed to the teeth. They clearly think it is the truth...a very real threat.
{I'm leaving the map as is with Yuri moved, but if you wait about three rounds, this barracks area will be empty.}
Map:
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<<<LEGEND>>>
# = Sewer Grating
^ = Direction to Queen's Amber Tower
Buildings are barracks, each is capable of housing 25 soldiers.
Y = Yuri (Gaseous Form)
E = Elven Soldier (AC 19 {ff: 16, Touch 13}, HP 35, +9, 1d8+3)
H = Elven Archer (AC 16 {ff: 12, Touch 14}, HP 25, +9/+3 1d6+2)
M = Elven Mage (AC 15 {ff: 15, Touch 15}, HP 18, +4, 1d4) (3-4th Level Wizards)
S = Elven Seargent (AC 22 {ff: 21, Touch 11}, HP 60, +11/+7 1d8+1d6+4)
