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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Nothing I can do
Such pain. It felt like someone was sticking needles into Kilgim's brain... through his eyes and ears - out, from the inside. The dwarven warrior was accustomed to pain and carried innumerable scars to prove it. But this time was totally different. It was like a bad headache on a day after... except it wasn't. Nothing had ever hurt his head so much. And the fact that it broke his spell casting certainly did not make things any easier.
The mental attack passed as suddenly as it started and Kiglim realized it couldn't have lasted for more than a few heartbeats. As he opened his eyes (surprised that he had closed them in the first place), the cleric saw Char rolling Arien over. The ranger was breathing heavily, but the soldier's breathing was quiet and calm, as if he was sleeping.
“Char, Kilgrim can either of you do anything to get Arien back to normal, we cannot stay here long, we must move soon.” The dwarf thought he heard true concern behind the huge man's words. But his reply was cut short by Jal's sudden reappearance.
“What happened here,” the spellbinder asked, after dismissing the wraithform spell, and looking curiously at the others; “From the next room it sounded as if a battle was taking place…Were you attacked? Are we discovered?”
Char shook his head, “Attack’d, sure we be.” He gave Arien a little pat on the cheek. “Don’ know dat i' be some’tin’ I can ‘xplain.”
The ranger stopped his attempt to revive Arien and looked up at Kilgim, “Any’tin’ you know t’ do, frien’? Maximus be righ’ in dat we go’ t’ make t’ move fas’. I wager we be seein’ sum Imps soon enough—“
As was his habit, Kilgim remained silent as the others spoke. He didn't wish to interrupt and on the other hand always wanted to hear what those he considered friends, had to say. Despite the fairly ferocious outer shell, there was a surprisingly soft heart beating inside the dwarf.
The exchange between Dapple and Jal passed on in the background, but the bald priest let most of it go by without notice. He knew he could trust the lad to deal with the situation and to take in everything the mage had to say about the room beyond the rusty door. His own concerns were elsewhere right now... Arien was still lying on the floor unconscious and Kilgim wasn't at all sure he could do anything about it.
It seemed that whatever magic it was, that had taken over the knight so easily, was now gone or at least had lost its grip on the senseless man. Kilgim knew his options were few. He was not a master healer and even as a battle cleric, his skills were limited. Normal curing would not help, neither was Arien under the influence of any poisons nor crippled by a disease.
Shaking his head sadly, the dwarf knelt beside his friend and touched the man's cheek softly. "Sorry lad, but there's nothin' me can do to 'elp ye now. We'll get ye back 'ome an' ye'll be just fine. But we'll find yer dear sister first. So 'ang on, laddie. 'ang on."
Posted on 2007-04-04 at 08:23:02.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Ouch, this can't be good
Considering the fact that the lot of them were now in the middle of an enemy outpost (even if it was outside the Empire's domain), things are going well. Incredibly well in fact. And Kilgim, despite all his seriousness, is starting to feel good. Perhaps Gwanele's scryings were wron'... Maybe t' ruins only 'ad a couple o' runaway Imps 'idin' from their own an' Dwan's people. Shaking his head sadly once more, the cleric knows his optimistic thoughts are in vain. Gwanele did not error in matters such as this. Nah... t'lass simply doesn't error.
But the good mood lasts a breath or two longer as he watched Jal turn into mist or.. a ghost. The dwarf is watching the mage at work so keenly, that he misses Arien's first words. "... so dark...", is all he catches before the knight goes down with a clatter. One heavy hand shoots for the Blackaxe, drawing it half-ways before Kilgim has even fully turned to see what is going on. His mind is already running through the incantations of a few prayers and adrenalin surges through his body, fully expecting to face a Red or at least a couple of Greens standing over the fallen body of his dear friend.
Instead of the enemy, Kilgim only sees Arien slumped on the floor and the rush passes as quickly as it came only to be replaced by over-powering worry for the knight. "Laddie, what's..", is all he has time to say, before the metal-covered warrior stands up as if nothing had happened. What is this?” He says but his voice sounds odd - higher pitched, “Two places? How odd. Twins? Oh, this is delicious!”
The voice caughts Kilgim's attention immediately and the worry squeezing his heart doubles. Then the gait of the man doubles it. What on earth is goin' on? Arien's eyes pass through each of them with the hunger of child taking in the wonders of the world... It is as if Arien didn't know them... As if they were all new to him. “Men! Oh, it has been so long since I have had men!”
The next sentence turns a couple of cogwheels in the priests head. But before he has time to think clearly Arien staggers again, clutching his head with both hands, "What is ..." and his voice... it sounds.. it sounds like Arien again. "Laddie?", Kilgim asks carefully with his mind still racing through the prayers he has learned.
The bald cleric's eyes widen as the fit takes over the knight again and berserk rage distorts the handsome face as his eyes (were they glowing?) settle on Dapple. “An elf!” he spits with fury. That voice again... The elf part goes past Kilgim's mind as he watches in disbelief how his noble friend charges towards the lad with outstreched hands..
Fortunately for the kid, Char's reflexes are better honed than his own and the rangers launches himself into a beautiful tackle, of which even best of dwarven wrestlers could be proud of, and takes the possessed (for that is what Kilgim assumes) Arien down again. "Kilgim! Da lad's gone a bi' off, no?" Char's words are growled through clenched teeth as he wrestles to keep the knight under control.
"Aye, gone off 'e 'as." Not exactly certain if it it will help or not, Kilgim pulls out a small piece of iron from the depths of his pocket and holds it on his open palm while summoning the powers of his god again. The divine energy shoots through the short stout form and concentrates on the iron rod, lifting it upright on one end. With practiced precision and without any extra moves, Kilgim points the spell's energy at Arien hoping to overcome any resistance and to turn him as stiff as the piece of metal. ((OOC: yeah yeah, I said stiff - Casting Hold Person on Arien))
Not certain of the spells success, Kilgim already has the words of another prayer on the tip of his tongue waiting. Should holding Arien in place work or not, the priest will try to dispell whatever magic it is, that has taken over the knight.
OOC: No time to read through. Please forgive any errors and inconsistencies.
Posted on 2007-03-24 at 08:41:09.
Edited on 2007-03-24 at 08:52:28 by Raven
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Mapster
Lost the map I have, oh great Master of the Game. Can ye post the link once more? (saves me the trouble of searching for it through the pages) 
From their observation point, can Guardian see any angle they could approach the building and especially the door the others used, so that the guards on the roof would have little or no chance of noticing them?
Just to remind me (been away a bit too long, sorry), was it the building just "below" the hole, Guardian and DS are hiding in? (I still have a mental image of the map, though not the picture)
Posted on 2007-03-18 at 08:00:35.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Moving on
They were making progress and Kilgim was happy about it. So far his spell had done its work well, but he wasn't exactly certain whether it had really been needed or not. The tunnel itself was probably fairly efficient in silencing the sounds they would've been making.
Like everyone else, the warrior-priest quickly recognized their entrypoint from the arcane map Gwanele had shown them earlier - it was the old storage room for uniforms and such, with only one exit (well now two).
By the time everyone had entered the room, the silence had expired and the sudden rush of sounds took Kilgim somewhat by surprise, but he also felt a wave of relief as well. Despite the knowledge of the spell's workings and his complete trust in his god, a little paranoia was quick to sneak in when all sound was totally blocked out.
Before the bald dwarf had a chance to say anything, Dapple and the huge gladiator had pulled the door off its hinges, but fortunately for them all - nearly silently. Me could've prayed fer the silence again, but whatever suits ye. With a grin and shrug, he moved to the others to hear the plan.
Apparently there was another door ahead and this time the same trick would not work. The metal parts were simply too corroded to come apart quietly. Again, Kilgim was not quick enough to take action, not that it mattered. It was good to have the magic wielders with them. Their resources would without a doubt prove to be useful later on too. And being honest to himself, he had to admit he was interested in learning more of their magic and skill. The thought stung his heart, as it reminded the stout cleric of Arien's dear sister, Alloryn. Hope yer safe n'sound lassie.
And Kilgim didn't have to wait long. In fact he didn't have to wait at all as first one of the mages did his magic only to be followed by the other. Though a conduct of magical powers himself, the priest did not recognize the strange moves and syllabes used by Adrian to cast his spell, nor did he notice anything happening. The former Red had told them he could find out whether there were other Reds waiting behind the door... Hope ye do, lad. Hope ye do.
The results of Gwanele's pupil's spell were far easier to notice as his body seemed to turn into air or mist. In the dark, Kilgim could barely notice the ghastly figure as it headed towards the door. Interestin', Jal. Interestin' indeed. Me wonders where ye've sneaked in under the cover o'yer spell? Dwan knows o'yer skills fer sure, but no 'arm in notin' it down.
As Jal slipped through the door, Kilgim turned to face the others and then looked Char in the eye and whispered. "If ye think it'll be needed, ol' friend, me can brin' back the silence a few more times. Still it does drain me strength n' limit the use o' other prayers. But me should 'ave no problems in 'ealin' anyone even if me did cast a couple o' more such spells.
Posted on 2007-03-16 at 11:25:00.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: I live. I hate work. And I hate it when our daughter gets ill. The poor thing.
Kilgim doesn't know what to make of Arien's plan as he hears it. He certainly has faith in Char's skills to lead them and believes that is a good decicion, perhaps even surprisingly so for the knight, not so well known for thorough planning. But the part of him concentrating on finding Alloryn... That's what we all want, laddie. More than ye know it seems. Hope yer not plannin' on goin' yer own. We'll be needin' yer skills an' ye ours...
Customary to himself, the bald warrior-priest kept quiet and listened to what others had to say. "Uh, sure.", Kilgim found Char saying. He couldn't help a little chuckle as he eyed the surprised expression on the woodsman's face. That certainly is very much like ye, Char ol' boy. Still not used to bein' the center o' everyone's attention, are ye? Kilgim nodded solemnly. "Aye, ye'll do well, laddie. Well indeed."
Then it was the young lad, who caught the dwarf's eye. Dapple shook his head as if not agreeing with Arien and Char. “Char’s right, dividing our efforts too early would buy us nothing. Best to keep our strengths together until we are inside. Maybe being invisible wouldn’t be good if we need to travel together, but is there anything any of you can do to quiet those of us who rattle and clink with every move?”
Kilgim nodded to Dapple. "Aye, there'll be somethin' me can do about it. Me Lord's granted me power t' silence sounds with a prayer, but the spell won't last fer all eternity. But mayhaps enough t'get us inside. Still it's a double edged sword, laddie... The spell creates an invisible bubble o' complete silence. Arien an' meself won't be able t'hear anythin' either. Ye'll 'ave t'be our ears - ye an' Char."
Suddenly something happens... And that something hits them like an invisible gale, though with no apparent physical force. Attuned to his god's magic, the orange bearded cleric recognizes the true essence of the wave immediately. Magic... pure an' beautiful... it feels so familiar... is it a sign? My Lord? Put where it sent by Clanggedin, surely the wave would not appear to originate from the tower, he thinks. The Father o' Battle would 'ave nothin' t'do with the Imperials, now would 'e? And to further strengthen his reasoning, apparently Kilgim was not the only one to feel the wave.
Even the mages did not seem to know what had been the cause of the wave of magical power, but they too had surely felt it - perhaps even experienced something more than he had. Theirs was a different kind of magic. The Art, as some called it, did not come directly from the gods or so the sorcerers claimed. And that was why some of them considered themselves more powerful than priests - considered themselves the true users of magic.
The quick exchange of glances did not go unnoticed. To Kilgim it seemed to contain a mixture of amazement, disbelief and doubt, if not anger. And for the first time the two seemed to agree on something. They did not know what had caused the pulse of energy. "Divination? Mayhaps, maybe not. Me ain't no sage about things magical, but at least it didn't feel like a spell cast by a priest... it wasn't like divine magic. Not that me's got much experience o'followers o' other gods, than me own."
"So ye want me to get rid o'all the clinks and clanks?"
Posted on 2007-02-23 at 08:54:42.
Edited on 2007-02-23 at 09:03:58 by Raven
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Just a quick one to let ye know I'm still alive... Work is trying to kill me though
Kilgim felt uncomfortable waiting silently in their hiding place while two of his old friends risked their lives sneaking around the Imperial camp. He knew it had to be done of course. It would be suicide going in without some reconnaissance completed beforehand, and none would be better suited to do it than the ranger and the lad. But knowing it all did nothing to ease the pain inside. Should the two be caught, the rest of them would be unable to help them quickly enough...
The bald dwarf walking along the outline of a small, invisible circle as the frustration was building up inside him. He kept well out of sight even though he would've really wanted to have his eyes on the target. But there could be no taking risks now - no jeopardizing the scouting mission. And his eyes were not the best suited for observation anyway. He'd need to leave that to the mages as well.
But Kilgim knew he'd be needed later on. In addition to the few potions of healing, he was the only one who could quickly stop bleeding and repair injury. Not that he was looking forward to it of course. He'd rather have a situation in which all the blood making the scene red was flowing from dead enemies. That's what his axes were for...
Posted on 2007-01-29 at 09:34:39.
Edited on 2007-01-29 at 09:38:01 by Raven
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Quick one
Favorite Colour: Black and black on black
Favorite Snack: Hot Beef jerky, Chili nuts
Favorite Beverage: Beer or Coffee, Coffee or Beer
Favorite Sport to Watch: Do I have to watch sports?
Dream Car: Jags or Aston Martin DB9, if it ever becomes more than a concept: Saab Aero X
Posted on 2007-01-19 at 21:40:27.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: So close, yet so far away
Kilgim had been quiet since they left the safety of the Waymeet behind. His mind was still occupied by the battle of the day before. Too many strange things were happening simultaneously to his liking. The intrusion of the Imperials was one thing, whether they were running away from their old home or on some mission (Kilgim was fairly certain it was the latter). It was very, very rare, but not totally unheard of. Greens and Reds had crossed the border and been dealt with before.
Finding the gigantic worms under the command of the monstrous but intelligent locusts so far north from where they usually roamed, did not feel like a coincidence to him. A far more logical explanation (the dwarf preferred odds over guessing) was that the Imps had something to do with the sudden appearance of the huge insects. But how, and was there even more things happening they were happily (or not) unaware yet?
As usual Char was riding ahead to scout the area. They would be reaching the next Waymeet soon and Kilgim would have peace and quiet of his guard duty to ponder over the strange events. Though he liked the company, some more than others, the stout cleric enjoyed the silence of the night too.
But tonight would be different from the previous one it seemed. The news Char brought back about the Waymeet were not good, but still very important. Kilgim would report the fate of the place to Dwan as soon as they got back home. But right now, they'd have to find some other shelter for the night. Kilgim was certain Char would find a suitable spot soon enough. The ranger had never let them down and would not start now.
But to Kilgim's surprise and to the others as well, it was not the woodsman who offered information about a place to spend the night at. Jal, Gwanele's former pupil, seemed to have better knowledge of their surroundings than anyone else. A cave ye say lad? Me thought ye were a lad o' the streets, not the wild... Not one to speak up his mind quickly, Kilgim's thoughts remained just that, his thoughts. Dapple beat him to it.
"How the hell do you know that, Spellbinder,” she asked coldly,” when Char does not? You don’t strike me as someone who left the city to stroll the countryside.”
Kilgim could only chuckle quietly as he watched Jal's reactions with interest. Not exactly the words me would've used. But ye probably said it better than me could've, laddie. But it was the answer that surprised the orange-haired warrior-priest even more. “Wynter…Wynter told me,” The mage said softly from somewhat to the right of Talas “She… she tells me things… show me things…”
Wynter? Who in Clangeddin's name is Wynter? Char cut his question short as he got back. Apparently the cave would've been perfect if not for the bear that was using it as its home. Though he had hunted bears before, Kilgim didn't fancy chasing one out of its cave. And he knew Char wouldn't ever consider it. The ranger respected all animals, as the rest of them should too. Still the cave would've offered them a nice shelter to wait for morning in - easy to defend and comfortable enough.
Through the next few minutes, the dwarf remained impassive and silent. His eyes shot from Jal to Dapple to Char taking the whole scene in. Apparently the one called Wynter was a dead spirit - a benevolent one it seemed. The idea of the dead speaking with the living was not completely new to the priest. He heard and read of such things during his training at the temple, but never witnessed it before. A powerful ally, this Wynter may prove t'be... If Jal hasn't lost 'is mind completely.
Arien too had observed the short conversation silently, but now he'd obviously had enough. Showing wisdom beyond his usual - swing first, think later - behavior, Kilgim nodded at the knight's wise decision. "Aye, Arien's right. Let's see what we can do 'bout the Waymeet an' worry 'bout dead people later"
The night passed without incidents as Adrian cast a spell to summon a shielding globe of pure magical energy, which kept the lot of them dry and comfortable. To his own surprise, Kilgim Blackaxe found himself thinking about his childhood and the tuition he'd received from this teachers at the temple. As a priest of a War God, he was probably more used to handling the issue of dead and their spirits than most people, and did not find the idea of Wynter hovering about at all disturbing.
Again, after a quick breakfast, they left camp at early light and moved out in silence. The mood of everyone seemed to be somewhat sour after the incident last night, but it was quickly put behind as everyone concentrated on the journey ahead. Finally at mid-afternoon they reached their target. The crumbled keep came into view quite suddenly as Kilgim and his companions reached the edge of the cliff's top. It was only about a 130 yards away, but luckily the edge hid them from the view so that anyone watching their way from below would have a very hard time spotting them.
Posted on 2007-01-15 at 08:43:20.
Edited on 2007-01-15 at 08:44:37 by Raven
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: New year it is
The water was getting everywhere. Guardian was pretty certain there wasn't a single spot on his body that was still dry. But hell, what could one expect lying at an open air OP in the middle of a heavy downpour. It didn't make a difference, not now.
Sure, there were chills running down his spine and his skin was covered in goosebumps, but he didn't even really notice it. Lying unmoving and observing the building ahead was all that mattered now. The wet clothes might become a problem later though. Should there be need to engage in combat with the gangers or take the quick route out, the clothes might slow Frankie and himself down. Then again, it would be the same for everyone else of course.
The four guards hadn't moved anywhere and no one else had caught the big bodyguard's attention either. But it was obvious to his trained eye that the Wild Things were waiting for something. It seemed to him as if they were expecting trouble down their way any second now.
Quiet movement at his side made Frank turn his head towards the Media. “Any sign of my friends?” DigitalScribe raised the question in a hushed tone and turned to look at Guardian in the process. The camera mounted on his shoulder followed his gaze, though the small red light on the underside told the bodyguard it wasn’t recording.
He shook his head in reply. "Nah, haven't seen your buddies yet, bro. I'll let you know when I do."
Posted on 2007-01-12 at 12:36:10.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Christmas it is
Aye, me too. If I manage to summon enough strength to post before Christmas, I will. But honestly I doubt it. See yas after holidays.
Posted on 2006-12-19 at 05:03:57.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Quickie
OOC: Bound to be lots of mistakes and typos. No time to check, sorry.
Reaching the Waymeet brought more memories from their previous mission to Kilgim. He remembered vividly the strange sorceress and her silent guardian. Despite himself, the stout dwarf couldn't help the chill running down his spine as the images of the ominous couple flashed through his mind. There'd been something terrifying about them.
Kilgim shook off the uneasy feeling and led old Grumpy into the stable. The burn of the acid, though healed by magic, still reminded him of how close they'd once more come to losing one of their number so early into the trip. As he entered the main building, the bald priest suddenly noticed how tired he was. The battle had been fairly rough and exhausting for sure. And he'd used nearly all his powers to heal himself and his companions. But the weariness was something different.
He was no oracle or soothsayer, but he had a feeling the days to come would not bring anything nice and peaceful with them. Dwan was worried. He wouldn't send a group as experienced as theirs out on a simple scouting mission. He was worried something big was about to happen - something that might shake the very foundations of the Iron League. And if Dwan was worried, how could Kilgim not be. He put his faith in his elder cousin's leadership skills and wisdom, like he always had. And the attack of the gigantic bugs never seen this north before, only made the near future seem even more foreboding.
Going to offer to take the first watch, Kilgim kept the words to himself as Char beat him to it. The cleric's first thoughts were to decline the ranger's offer, but the weariness made him decide otherwise. Nodding his thanks to Char, he chose a spot to fill with his bedroll and blanket, and was soon sound asleep completely oblivious to the smell of sausages or anything else.
Posted on 2006-12-08 at 04:00:45.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Pun
I had to mention it, Al. Just had to. 
Posted on 2006-11-27 at 02:05:12.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: S'mee
Now how did I miss this thread?
Hyvää Joulua! (Finnish/suomeksi)
God Jul! (Swedish/ på svenska)
Fröhliche Weihnachten! (German/auf Deutsch)
Merii Kurisumasu! (Japanese(Nihongo ga)
Rõõmsaid Jõulupühi (Estonian/Eesti keeles)
Ok, here goes:
Favorite musical performer: Rush!, Sting, Dream Theater, Queensrÿche, Sting, lately Disturbed, Opeth, Ayreon, Sting, Clannad, Zakk Wylde, Testament, SOAD, Eric Clapton, Sting... numerous others
Where would I most like to visit: Canada, New Zealand, Japan, China would be my top four. Been to UK a lot and would love to go again. Hungary! Malta! Been twice to both and they were great! No, USA doesn't make it on my list except for one reason only - I'd love to meet all my RDI friends.
Quote from Rys (I think): "I don't believe in astrology"
Favorite sleeping position: Anything goes, though I never sleep on my back.
Favorite Holiday: X-mas, definitely
First thought upon waking up: "Not again, not yet!"
Perfect romantic evening: Don't really do these, though the missus probably thinks I should. But: Candlelight on a dark mid-Winter night at a remote cottage in Lapland (Finnish of course)... starlight glittering on white snow and northern lights lighting up the sky in the distance... fireplace to keep the place warm... a couple of bottles of some good wine, cheese, fruits. And all this after a nice sauna.
Color: This is kinda obvious: Black!
Website: Don't really have one... or there's nothing there yet. I'll let you all know when there is.
Drink: British ale/bitter, red wine, gin&tonic
Costume: Who told ye, I like wearing them? Only got one from an old LARP atm. It's a black tunic with a purple cloak and some accessories. Favorite one would probably be a heavy black hooded robe made of wool.
Treat: No thanks
Halloween show: I hate Halloween. Sorry. It's not a Finnish thing or didn't use to be when I was a kiddo.
Have I had my fortune told: No. Might try it once just see how wrong it goes. Like I said, I really don't believe in it.
Worst Fear: Losing my daughter or wife.
Pets: No thanks. Or maybe a tarantula or a gecko
What did I want to be? Architect, Police officer, soldier, historian Did I? No. Well was a soldier for a year. I've studied international marketing (boooriing) and computer science (boooriiing), Japanese language(just a bit), culture and history (now that was interesting). What do I do? I'm a unix admin. What would I like to be when I grow up? Rich and unemployed.
Blind date: No thanks.
Season: Winter
Most attractive: How the hell should I know this? It sure ain't my looks. Mayhaps it's my humor and wits. Some love it, some hate it.
What's behind Raven? He was a half-elven ranger/druid in my longest lasting RL campaign called (surprise surprise) Sons of the Night. He had made an appearance before as my PC in another game, but was a major NPC in SotN. Raven had a lot of my characteristics in him, but also a lot of what I'd love to be. Has nothing to do with my real name Pekka, which derives from a Greek name Petros which in turn is a translation of the Aramean word Keefa or Rock. Perhaps that does describe me a bit... Rock. (not physically though)
The most annoying thing about this thread? Al didn't mention Finland amongst the places he'd like to visit.  
Posted on 2006-11-26 at 11:15:02.
Edited on 2006-11-26 at 11:21:57 by Raven
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: The shortest post ever. Getting ill and can't prolly post tomorrow...
Getting up on the roof was easy, surprisingly easy in Frank's opinion - almost too easy. He'd learned it years and years ago, that life was never like that. Life was hard and only the strong (or well-off) survive. So he'd become strong.
First thing to do at an OP (as the big boys in the army called an observation point) was to locate an escape route, preferably two or more. Gladly there was one on the roof. The fire escape stairs were within reach.
There wasn't much to do then, but wait. Scribe had been right, something was going to happen or at least the Wild Things were ready and expecting action soon.
Four guards armed with assault rifles were certainly too much for Guardian to handle, especially at such a distance. His cyber-boosted eye with the scope and LowLite weren't of much use now. Sure he might be able to hit one, perhaps even drop someone without bodyarmor, but the fire power of the rifles would cut the bodyguard and his employer in pieces after one aimed shot.
Yes indeed, coming up had been a far better decision than walking gun in hand at the Hole's backdoor. But Frank wasn't being paid for good ideas, he was supposed to keep the media alive. Most of the times the two things were quite inseparable however.
Frank too a deep breath and prepared himself mentally for a long and wet wait.
OOC: Sorry about probable typos. I'm too tired to reread. Hopefully it all makes some sense.
Posted on 2006-11-23 at 06:35:26.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Yay
Yana is baack! Yana is baack!! Oh how we've missed you, Lori! 
And as FYI everyone: Kilgrim is not Kilgrim, he's K I L G I M !! See? No letter "r" in there?
And no, no offence taken for mistyping it. I like you all to much to care about such typos.
Posted on 2006-11-22 at 03:50:28.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Everyone ok?
For a moment there, the situation looked really bad. Kilgim could see from Jal's pain-distorted face that his prayer of healing would not come in time to save the man. As the stout cleric launched himself into a desperate rush to reach the magician, Jal used last bits of his strength and managed pull out a potion before falling into the darkness.
Fortunately for the mage, Kilgim was close enough to catch the priceless vial of healing before it hit the ground. Fortunately in more sense than one. Had it been someone else but a trained healer, Jal might have ended up healing just enough to keep breathing and only end up drowning in the potent liquid poured down his throat to quickly. Using the magical drink was also faster than summoning the needed power for a healing spell, especially when the dwarf was already holding it in his hand.
Magical healing is wondrous process, especially the pace it takes effect with. And Jal was strong in heart and mind too. For someone else it would have been impossible to back from death's door so quickly and gather enough strength and power to cast yet another spell. And that was fortunate too - this time for the the sorcerer's savior. For knowing the urgency of the human's need for help, the red-bearded dwarf had abandoned all care and left himself fully open to the mantis warrior's attack.
Then as suddenly as it had begun, the fight was over. Kilgim turned his attention from Jal enough to nod his thanks to Arien, who had in minutes turned from the knight in shining armor into a grisly sight with all the blood and guts sprayed all over him. The cleric couldn't help a grimace of pain as he as he turned back to face Jal and thank the mage. The acid was still working its way through his skin and tissue and would do so until he took care of it.
Still there were more urgent matters to be tackled than his own condition. The acid was not lethal, at least not yet. His friends were more in need of Clangeddin's blessings. With a heavy sigh not aimed at Talas, Kilgim smiled at the mighty gladiator as he approached the two of them with another potion of healing. “You come to my rescue, as well, friend Talas?” Jal smiled sheepishly, lifting a hand to indicate that the big gladiator should save his potion for a more urgent time; “We can tend to healing soon enough. I think that, now, rest would be as effective as a potion.”
Kilgim gave Talas a nod too. "Aye, the lad's right. Save yer potion fer more dire a need. Me spells should be enough t' take care o' our friends fer now." The bald cleric took a measuring look at his companions to judge who needed healing and how much. It was not an easy task to do, but luckily his tutors had taught him how to do it and how pray for lesser amounts of Clangeddin's power to cure minor wounds when needed.
Jal would still be needing his attention, that was for sure. The potion had done its job very well indeed, but it had not been enough to mend the body completely and revitalize the mage. Unfortunately that was not all the damage the group had taken. Despite the smile on the girlish features of the boy's face, it saddened Kilgim to see Dapple in such a shape. Though he put up a brave apperance, the kid was not in a good condition either.
Then there was the ranger as well. It didn't really surprise Kilgim that Char was badly hurt too. Not because he thought the man unable to defend himself, quite on the contrary. But because Char seemed to share Arien's mindset in a way. He too rushed into combat trying to keep his friends from harm at any cost. The dwarf was glad to be surrounded by such good men. He'd seen far far worse ones in his life before.
Trying to concentrate on the prayer of curing, the dwarf found himself unable to push the burning pain out of his mind. The acid had already done a nasty work trying to make its way through skin, muscle and bone. No matter how much he wanted to help out the others first, Kilgim wasn't able to. His mind was strong as anyone's, but the agony was getting too much to bear. The tattoeed cleric faced a dilemma. He might be able to bite his teeth enough to manage a simple spell of healing to relieve his own pain, but then he'd have less energy to help his friends.
As it often was, the answer was standing right in front of him or in fact presented to him by the mountain of a man, Talas. "Say, laddie. Would ye care to lend me a 'and an' some of yer potion? Seems t' me, that me'll need some 'ealin' first meself before takin' care o' our friends 'ere. Now if ye'd be so kind an' 'help this armor off me, please."
The potion should do the trick, Kilgim figured. After the gladiator had helped him remove the chain mail and breastplate, he emptied a waterskin on the wound on his left shoulder to wash away most of the Ankheg's acid. Then he nodded to Talas. "Now, if ye could slowly pour some o' the potion on the wound. Not all mind ye, but perhaps a third or so. Only enough fer it t' start healin''..."
When the exhausting process of praying and healing was finally over, Kilgim turned his attention to the brothers. His first spell had done the trick and the dwarf was glad to see the children unharmed though visibly shaken from the attack of the strange creatures. The battle-hardened priest gave them a wave and something which could be interpreted as a smile and took a few steps to stand beside one of the mantis warriors. The look on his face turned grim once more as he dropped on one knee and poked the Thri-kreen with a mailed fist.
Kilgim Blackaxe shook his head in silence, stood up and cleared his throat to catch everyone's attention. "Creatures like these 'ave never ventured this far north before. At least stories o' such on Iron League lands 'ave never reached me ears nor Dwan's me thinks. To me knowledge, Ankhegs an' Thri-kreen should be tryin' t' find their meals in the lands far south from 'ere on another continent. The weather's too cold fer them in 'ere... We need t' get a word t' Dwan and soon, but we can't use the pigeon."
Rubbing the twin-axe tattoo on his brow, Kilgim's green eyes settled on the brothers. "Young laddies. Me thinks meself and the Iron League are in need o' yer 'elp. Would ye be willin' t' carry a letter t' me cousin Dwan - the leader o' the League an' ruler o' the mighty Freegate? Ye'd be paid well o' course. Dwan might even be able t' arrange yeselves a place t' live an' even some work. How'd that sound t' ye?"
Waiting for their answer, Kilgim did his best to smile warmly though he knew he might be sending the kids into the lion's den. Dwan would probably be able to help them in return for their services, but Freegate had its dangers. Ain't the best solution, but seems t' me it's the only option we've got., he thought and started rummaging through his backpack for this writing equipment.
EDIT: Darn, knew I forgot something. The spells: 1 CLW for Jal, Dapple and Char each. Then the last 2 to who need it the most, which I'd imagine are Char and Dapple? Or since the ranger downed a potion, then Dapple and someone else?
Posted on 2006-11-21 at 07:35:27.
Edited on 2006-11-22 at 03:42:33 by Raven
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Die bug!
Kilgim grinned in triumph as he witnessed the effects of Clangeddin's power. As he had feared, one of the ankhegs dove directly at the ill-fortuned brothers as if the gigantic bug had known them to be easier targets. But the dwarf's joy was short-lived as the monster quickly changed its prey and decided to turn Kilgim into it's dinner instead.
Fortunately the cleric's light, but strong mithril chain mail blocked the bite of the mandibles, but an armor made of rings wasn't exactly the best thing to stop acid from reaching his skin. The burn was terrible, but not enough to take the sturdy dwarf out of the game just yet. The kids might have been safe for the moment, but if Kilgim would have stopped to take care of the acid, he'd leave the nasty monster free to attack himself or someone else. And that would not be nice.
The bald dwarf (though wearing a steel cap to cover his head) was very much a priest of the war god, but he was even more a warrior. The Ankheg had attacked him, even hurt him, but it would never hurt anyone else. With a pain maddened growl, Kilgim drew his second axe as well and charged under the raised head of the giant worm aiming at its soft belly.
Posted on 2006-11-14 at 06:17:40.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Spell?
Whoops. Forgot to mention that, did I know? Invisibility to Animals would be what he's aiming for, thank you.
EDIT: Nope, didn't forget. Not really... well sort of. Kinda. But if you carefully read the last line, you might get an indication of the spell.
As for old Grumpy, he certainly ain't combat trained. As far as Kilgim is concerned, the animal is too stupid and stubborn to be trained in anything and least of all manners.
Posted on 2006-11-09 at 01:36:36.
Edited on 2006-11-09 at 01:44:32 by Raven
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Can't see them now
The boys' story touched Kilgim for some reason. Be it his priestly training (though one couldn't exactly call Clangeddin a God of compassion) or his own youth spent mostly apart from his family, but inside the battle-hardened dwarven shell was a tiny soft spot. And sometimes the pain and suffering of others caused that little place of compassion and love to hurt too.
The bald cleric felt he had to do something to help the kids get on with their lives, and having lived inside the walls of the city all his life, he couldn't think of a better place than Freegate for them. All it would take was a letter signed by him to get the brothers within the safety of the city and under Dwan's protection. But still he could not make the decision easily. Not due to the fact that the orphans had been forced to try their luck in the precarious career of robbery, but because in Freegate some unlawful party might force them to do so again and again.
Freegate was a fine city, but it was also big enough to draw shady people who did shady things whenever Dwan isn't watching. An' if the kids get in t' trouble, me can only blame meself fer it... Still, the only option he could see was far worse. Though Kilgim had never seen these giant bugs Adrian called Ankhegs and Thri-Kreen, he could easily imagine one ripping through a fragile body of child. A cold shiver ran through the cleric's spine as he forced the picture out of his mind and made his decision.
But before the dwarf had the chance to speak out his mind, the mountain of muscle called Talas spoke in a tight voice: "Arien, Kilgim" The gladiator's hand closed around the hilt of his big sword. "All is not right. I feel that danger yet lurks close to us. Be on your guard all."
Immediately the warrior-side in the cleric took over and scanned through their surroundings, but Kilgim's green eyes could see nothing dangerous lurking amongst the trees nor could he feel anything special. But that didn't mean nothing was nearby. He'd seen enough of magic and unexplainable things not to doubt the big man's words. And when Gwanele's former pupil joined in, he had no doubt they were right. How do ye know these things so well, mage? Ye some sorta soothsayer?, he thought and drew Blackaxe to be ready for anything coming their way.
Char, the man of the woods, had an idea right away. Kilgim flashed a quick smile (which could of course be interpreted as grin too) at his friend and then cast an apologetic look at Grumpy. The pony shied in disagreement and backed away from the dwarf as he tried to mount it. At first the cleric thought the animal was even more intelligent than he had thought, but then Arien's call made him realize what the animal was really afraid of.Cursing under his breath, Kilgim drew his other axe as well and took a couple of quick steps towards the kids to be able to defend them against the monstrous bugs. So soon! Well, come on ye bastards. Taste me axe!
The dwarf thought he knew what to expect, but still the enormous worms with multiple legs took him somewhat by surprise. And if the Ankhegs weren't enough, four mantis warriors appeared seemingly from nowhere behind them with ranged weapons. Crap!
Arien did what Arien does. The knight charged. But Kilgim was not worried about his metal-covered friend. He wasn't even too much worried about Char, who was perhaps more surrounded by the monsters than anyone else. The cleric became suddenly very worried about the future of the innocent kids. Fortunately for them he was prepared.
So, instead of throwing himself into another charge, Kilgim returned one axe into its hanger and pulled out a few holly leaves from a beltpouch. He concentrated on the powers of Clangeddin and started going through the moves of a certain prayer. He knew his axes would probably be needed in combat soon enough, but he had to make sure the kids were safe. Hoping the Ankhegs were just stupid, gigantic animals, the cleric stepped beside the brothers and quickly rubbed the cheeks of each with the now magically powered leaves.
If all went as he hoped, the huge worms would have to turn to Arien and himself for dinner rather than the soft and small children. For when spell was done, the brothers would be completely invisible for all animals.
Posted on 2006-11-08 at 08:15:05.
Edited on 2006-11-09 at 01:45:06 by Raven
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Thanks Brom
I was feeling lousy this morning at work, but thanks for cheering me up, Lance.
Posted on 2006-11-08 at 01:03:43.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Thanks yourself!
I'm enjoying this game immensely, but due to work pressure, I won't be able to post today. However I'm going to tomorrow.
Posted on 2006-11-07 at 06:31:29.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Ooh, I'm terrified
"HOH-Hoh-hoo!!" "Mwah-hah-haa!!" The dwarf couldn't help it. He just couldn't.
The hidden anger and frustration in the conversation between the two mages (Why did always seem to be that way with mages? Why did they always seem to consider each other competition?) had put the dwarf on edge too. He knew everyone came from different backgrounds and all had probably experienced their share of hardships in their previous lives, but they could not have the bickering within the group again... The last time Ach, that feels so long ago, was enough. Kilgim had kept quiet, as he usually did. But it had taken most of his willpower to do so. Fortunately, Arien had come to the rescue, as the dwarf had known he would. The knight, though perhaps not the wisest of men, was a born leader and knew how to handle such situations.
First came one kid, then the rest of them. Swords they had, but hardly knew how to carry them, let alone use. The weapon smith in Kilgim winced as he saw their would-be-ambushers throw the blades carelessly on the ground as they charged at their brother. Still his short and stocky frame shook with mirth enough to make old Crumpy snort and shake its head in disgust. "Hehhhehh" "Ye lads call yerselves bandits? Hehheh... Even Terrin would be more menacin' than ye."
Then something in the way the first lad - Toadhead, was it? Or Barfbrain? - cried for help, made the cleric serious again. Clearly the lads themselves were not in danger, not immediately anyway. But they did not look like the nasty kind - nothing about them spoke of maliciousness or evil. Desperation was clearly written on all their faces, even the eldest one's. These lads would not need a lesson, they needed guidance. Kilgim let out a sigh and shook his head sadly.
Arien's words rang true once more as he chided the kids softly. The little bandits were in deed most lucky that it was their group, which stumbled upon them first. Someone else... Probably anyone else, would have run them through without giving the boys a chance to run away. Though the encounter made the bald dwarf a little sad, he was still delighted by the fact that the ambushers were not for real. He didn't shy from fighting when needed, but killing was nearly always unneeded... Nearly.
When he spoke again, the laughter was gone from his voice, but it was still warm and friendly, not cold or unkind. " Aye ye lads. Tell us what this is all 'bout. What's this 'bout yer daddy bein' killed by somethin' an' why would ye want t' die becuse o' it?" Through a not so graceful series of movements, the red-bearded cleric got down from Crumpy's back and dropped on the ground accompanied by nice chings and clings.
Posted on 2006-11-02 at 06:31:58.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Finally back in business
Guardian took a couple of steps forward and then suddenly felt an arm on his shoulder. The softness of the touch told the big bodyguard it was no attack. And though every bit of sense in his mind told Frank the hand belonged to Scribe, he couldn't help the unconscious tense in his muscles - ready to defend himself against an assault. He relaxed as quickly as he'd reacted to the touch and turned his head halfway to listen what his employer had to say.
"Hey, the last thing we want here is a firefight.” The media motioned towards the building ahead of them. “If what you say about your sneaking skills is true,” Frankie gave his bodyguard a smile to soften what came next. “Then walking up to the back door with guns drawn probably ain’t the best of ideas, neh?”
Frank shrugged to the smaller man and put away his piece. "Just a precaution, but your call." As he turned back to move towards the large red building. He scanned through The Hole once more, and then stopped quite abruptly as his digitally enhanced eye caught a shadowy figure of a man hiding behind a big air vent. Cursing under his breath, Guardian raised his left hand to stop the media too.
DigitalScribe frowned a little as he continued to study the building, then gave a slight shake of his head. “We could try to angle for the story. Maybe they’ll be a little more forgiving of an interview if they’re offered facetime on the big-vid? What d’ya think, big guy?”
This time, the big black man turned a full 360 degrees to look the vid-jockey in the eye. "You serious, man? I mean, you do know that they are very much lethal and not extremely happy about uninvited visitors?" Shrugging was quickly becoming a habit as Guardian raised his shoulders again and let them fall with a heavy sigh. "Still, you're the one providing the cash, so why not. Might be best if you led the way then."
As he turned to follow DigitalScribe, Frank muttered to himself. "Me.. they'd rather shoot me first and ask questions afterwards." Then something came to his mind. "Oh by the way, don't know if it makes any difference, but there's a sniper on the roof, behind the big air outlet."
Posted on 2006-11-02 at 04:25:46.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Frank rules!
Wohoo!
Oh and I'll be gone for a few days. Heading off to Estonia to see a couple of friends. Won't be back before Monday.
Posted on 2006-10-24 at 13:33:18.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Away for a few days
Hi guys!
I'll be going on a trip (nope, not training) to Estonia tomorrow morning and won't be back before Monday. So I won't be posting before that.
All you DM's or GM's of mine reading this will know how to play my characters if needed in the meanwhile... Meanwhile... that word brings very nice memories.
Posted on 2006-10-24 at 13:31:43.
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