Post by K Man on Mar 30, 2005 10:00:39 GMT -5
Londo and Graak - Xio takes a moment to look at you, then glance about the cavern very slowly. He then focuses those cold eyes back on both of you.
"When one consumes the memory and knowledge of hundreds, one does not fall prey to simple ruses."
"My band is on their way shortly, in but a moment they will be here. Though I know not what magic the dragon possessed to allow my body to enter this hellish place, the cool jungle suits me now."
"I think 'The Gravecrawlers' have found a new home...a new base of operations."
Again, you imagine the wry smile on the faceless worm.
"I granted you clemency and you have it, but do not press me. Take your leave."
Xio waits patiently for you to take your exit of this place.
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Exlethan - The magic grows, brewing and building...
{Excellent Role-Playing! Well Done!}
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Drop'Gar - Warning! Drop'Gar's next segment is mature subject matter. Discontinue reading if offended.
Shifting behind the bar, rather clumsily in this form, you begin to search about for an entrance to the underground complex you suspect is here. [Search Check, Drop'Gar] You find it easily, at least you believe it's the way down...a simple hatch well concealed towards the rear of the bar - hidden in a dark recess.
Taking a deep breath, you pull the hatch open and are immediately presented with a cold dark tunnel heading straight down - iron rung ladder firmly planted in one side. The air blasting up is unnaturally cold and the smell reminds you of an apothecary, all chemicals.
Still, you have a disguise to keep up and this wouldn't be the first dark ladder you've climbed to chase after 'The Madness', so, undaunted, you set to climbing down into the darkness. It extends for about forty feet into the cold earth, each rung feeling more cold than the last. Eventually you reach a small landing, really nothing more than a ten foot by ten foot cube of solid stone.
Your feet crunch down on a layer of frost. Your breath is visible in pale gusts of air and for a moment you must gather your courage, imagining the puffs are from the notrils of a fierce sea-dragon. Calming yourself, you begin to take note of your surroundings.
There is a door in this cold room, a steel door that is also covered in a fine layer of autumn-morning like frost. A simple twist handle would provide entrance to whatever lies beyond. Aside from that, this small room is bare.
Knowing that Arturick is moments behind you, you give the door handle a slight twist.
When you see what lies beyond, you know your life will forever be changed...probably for the worst...
Inside is a laboratory, at least you think it's one, for it bears all the glass vials, tubes and potion beakers. You immediately note that there are four exits from this room, two to each side. The ceiling is a standard ten feet above you.
There are several metal tables, running the length of the forty foot room, each littered with various glimmering silver tools and parchments covered in strange scribblings. Workbenches rest on either side of the room, covered in the same scientific litter.
The thing your eyes rest on immediately however, is the pair of female bodies atop the table. If you had to guess from dress and form, they appear to be maidens of the brothel above. They lay still, appearing to be dead but remaining colorful as though alive. Perhaps they are in some form of magical stasis? Surely Satara has the magic to do so.
More distressing than this, is the fact that the two women's stomachs are brimming with evidence of child.
Their swollen bellies are clearly evident, in fact their clothing is pulled to expose the torso entirely, as though they are being meticulously cared for. Your ears perk up as you hear a bit of noise coming from the workbench nearby.
Your eyes drift and come to rest on a horrible sight.
A small child, barely the size of a infant, rummages through some glass vials. It is naked, save for a thin layer of crusted blood that flakes off with each subtle movement. Its fingers are worn to the bloodied bone and it staggers like one that has not learned to walk proper. From its belly hangs a bit of flesh, the remnants of the birth cord.
You hear another glass vial being moved about and spot another staggering, mindless infant...and another...and another.
Could this be Arturick's...army?
A brothel...an endless supply and source of creation...the magic to create minions...the soul of evil to do it...
Your mind reels and you feel the contents of your stomach churn as you put the pieces of the puzzle together.
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"When one consumes the memory and knowledge of hundreds, one does not fall prey to simple ruses."
"My band is on their way shortly, in but a moment they will be here. Though I know not what magic the dragon possessed to allow my body to enter this hellish place, the cool jungle suits me now."
"I think 'The Gravecrawlers' have found a new home...a new base of operations."
Again, you imagine the wry smile on the faceless worm.
"I granted you clemency and you have it, but do not press me. Take your leave."
Xio waits patiently for you to take your exit of this place.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Exlethan - The magic grows, brewing and building...
{Excellent Role-Playing! Well Done!}
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Drop'Gar - Warning! Drop'Gar's next segment is mature subject matter. Discontinue reading if offended.
Shifting behind the bar, rather clumsily in this form, you begin to search about for an entrance to the underground complex you suspect is here. [Search Check, Drop'Gar] You find it easily, at least you believe it's the way down...a simple hatch well concealed towards the rear of the bar - hidden in a dark recess.
Taking a deep breath, you pull the hatch open and are immediately presented with a cold dark tunnel heading straight down - iron rung ladder firmly planted in one side. The air blasting up is unnaturally cold and the smell reminds you of an apothecary, all chemicals.
Still, you have a disguise to keep up and this wouldn't be the first dark ladder you've climbed to chase after 'The Madness', so, undaunted, you set to climbing down into the darkness. It extends for about forty feet into the cold earth, each rung feeling more cold than the last. Eventually you reach a small landing, really nothing more than a ten foot by ten foot cube of solid stone.
Your feet crunch down on a layer of frost. Your breath is visible in pale gusts of air and for a moment you must gather your courage, imagining the puffs are from the notrils of a fierce sea-dragon. Calming yourself, you begin to take note of your surroundings.
There is a door in this cold room, a steel door that is also covered in a fine layer of autumn-morning like frost. A simple twist handle would provide entrance to whatever lies beyond. Aside from that, this small room is bare.
Knowing that Arturick is moments behind you, you give the door handle a slight twist.
When you see what lies beyond, you know your life will forever be changed...probably for the worst...
Inside is a laboratory, at least you think it's one, for it bears all the glass vials, tubes and potion beakers. You immediately note that there are four exits from this room, two to each side. The ceiling is a standard ten feet above you.
There are several metal tables, running the length of the forty foot room, each littered with various glimmering silver tools and parchments covered in strange scribblings. Workbenches rest on either side of the room, covered in the same scientific litter.
The thing your eyes rest on immediately however, is the pair of female bodies atop the table. If you had to guess from dress and form, they appear to be maidens of the brothel above. They lay still, appearing to be dead but remaining colorful as though alive. Perhaps they are in some form of magical stasis? Surely Satara has the magic to do so.
More distressing than this, is the fact that the two women's stomachs are brimming with evidence of child.
Their swollen bellies are clearly evident, in fact their clothing is pulled to expose the torso entirely, as though they are being meticulously cared for. Your ears perk up as you hear a bit of noise coming from the workbench nearby.
Your eyes drift and come to rest on a horrible sight.
A small child, barely the size of a infant, rummages through some glass vials. It is naked, save for a thin layer of crusted blood that flakes off with each subtle movement. Its fingers are worn to the bloodied bone and it staggers like one that has not learned to walk proper. From its belly hangs a bit of flesh, the remnants of the birth cord.
You hear another glass vial being moved about and spot another staggering, mindless infant...and another...and another.
Could this be Arturick's...army?
A brothel...an endless supply and source of creation...the magic to create minions...the soul of evil to do it...
Your mind reels and you feel the contents of your stomach churn as you put the pieces of the puzzle together.
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