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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Moving on you lazy buggers XD
(Start off with a quick items check for those of us who can't remember what we're holding: Ben has in one hand a battleaxe, the other holding a torch- his pocket carries a potion. Jeremy wields a torch only, pocketed potion inclusive. Ian carries his bone club in one hand and (whoops, forgot) has a torch in the other, since the beginning of the game ^-^;. Owen is carrying both spellbooks and is the only one in the party that goes potionless. Galen is carrying everything else which is to say: Five weapons rusted to their sheaths, a bone club in his hand and the last potion.)
They walked single file through the tunnel in the cold earth. By unspoken consent, no one said anything as they made this journey through the cool passage. They also quickly found that it was best not to touch the walls due to the heat-stealling chill about the earth of this place.
At one point, they passed on their right an area where the wall appeared disturbed as though it had fallen outwards. Without anyway to tell what occured, the group continued without comment, though not without a slight pick up of pace. The tunnel narrowed out at another point and veered right, to where it met its end, arriving in what appeared to be another room of the same ruins. The exit of the tunnel occupies where the corner of the room would have been, next to a large door. With the illuminatory effort of a few torches, they find that the double doors are marked with many runes, and sport a series of crack that converge at the center. Whatever tried to force them open obviously did not get through them, though the tunnel seemed proof enough that they eventually succeeded.
"Be wary, there may be enemies relatively close by." Galen cautions.
At the opposite end of the room in the dimness of the torch's glow lay an alcove that begins a spiral staircase. Being an obvious escape, in contrast to the rubble filled hall that barred them previously, they ascended the steps cautiously. Curiously, they rose counter-clockwise rather than the preferred clockwise rising spirals favoured to defend castles. But then, between above and below in this instance, the potential attackers of the ruins when they were habited would be coming from above.
The room at the top of the stairs was small and square, seemingly for the sole purpose of the staircase. The door to the room stood ajar, revealing a corridor beyond it. This short hall led to a large room that was already lit by its own power. The floor of the grand room was filled with rubble and cracks, as though it had begun to break through to below. In addition to that, pieces of the ceiling had come crashing down into the area. As the group comes to the entrance of the room they realize four enemies standing at the opposite end, nearly missed in their perfect stillness.
Since people seem to have no end of problems with not knowing initiative order, I'll see how it happens this way.
25-Skeletons
21-Jeremy
19-Owen
17-Galen
15-Ian
10-Ben
The skeletons mobilize quickly, but have difficulty moving across the large chunks of debris covering the floor. They just make it to the leaders Ben and Jeremy when they are about ready to mount their counter attack. Though there was the problem of being suddenly trapped. The skeletons capped the bottleneck of the hallway, leaving Ben and Jeremy on the front lines alone. Behind them neither Ian nor Galen could make any attacks that didn't involve throwing something, and Owen fell back to the absolute rear.
Posted on 2008-08-09 at 15:34:21.
Edited on 2008-08-09 at 20:28:03 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: If I remember correctly, you also specified that you would flee your opponent.
Raymond almost unconsciously unlocks within his mind the power of philosopy. Time is relative, so why can't the twig beast merely fall relatively slow when moving. Mental energy wells up in his mind, ready to be unleashed. Ray focuses this energy, realizing too late that he has left himself open for attack. He quickly decides to ignore the claw and bare the pain in favour of concentrating on unleashing this energy. Luck favoured Ray today, though, and the monster's claw swung fruitlessly short of its mark.
The air suddenly filled with a low sound, barely audible at first, escalating within a second into a sound akin to a jet engine powering down. The air around the monster suddenly blurred slightly with a shimmering energy. Without really understanding the process that occured, Raymond recognised that his power had manifested and should now hold back the monster. Without a second thought, he made haste back to the road, pursued by the monster. His quick get away was facilitated by the fact that the creature found great difficulty stuggling to cover any distance after him.
Posted on 2008-08-07 at 03:33:44.
Edited on 2008-08-08 at 15:47:12 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: ...
Have I gone nuts or did Kaelyn refer to Xaris as Jozan in the game thread? Maybe both?
Posted on 2008-08-05 at 05:06:47.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: The insight of Wis 8
As Paomallen made his way to the exit, Miran stood up suddenly from his seat between Dorothy and Ocyari. The young girl on his left could see that he clutched a bit of wool in his left hand. He drew up the magical energy from the depths of his mind and unleashed the spell. By the door a person materialized with greenish-blue eyes and a black braided ponytail, bearing uncanny resemblance to Miran. It is obvious to the half-sylvan priest that this doppleganger is an illusion, but deception is not the purpose of this apparition. It indicates for Paomallen to halt with a consilatory, yet stern face.
"Please, Pao, we don't mean to chase you away. Percy has been, well, explosive all day," Miran says from his position at the table. The illusion then moves out of the Freeman's Way, finding the woman in question. Peering through the windows of the establishment, Miran directs his copy to the extent of its range to beckon to Percifeer pleadingly to return.
(Hoping that the egressing individuals choose to return.)
"I hardly know where to begin speaking, but since I've started, I might as well say my part. On one part, Percifeer is correct in her assertion that every moment we spend at the wrong lead is another moment lost to save Ormander, which is the ultimate goal here, for each our own reasons. On the other hand, though, Pao is right to point out that we haven't any other options at the moment. Logically speaking, it would be best to busy ourselves at every possible lead rather than wait for the answer, which I'm sure no one wants to do.
"I don't like to leave Ormander's safety to fate anymore than anyone else here at the table, but I don't see what we can do yet. All I really know, is that through our combined efforts we will need to cover a lot of ground tomorrow. I would suggest that we each take a task, but today's events seem to indicate to me that we should keep together at all costs.
"That is all I have to say, now I ask that everyone else tell me what they think we should do tomorrow."
With that, Miran sat back down in his chair, replacing the bit of sheep's wool that he forgot he had been holding. As the others (hopefully) began to plan the morrow, Miran took a long drink from his own glass of honey-water.
(EDIT: After all that I completely forgot to specify. The spell I cast was Silent Image)
Posted on 2008-08-05 at 04:59:29.
Edited on 2008-08-05 at 05:03:42 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: I intend to intervene
I just happen to be in a disadvantaged position when it come to time (as it is currently about 12:00 and tomorrow morning doesn't look like a possibility for posting. Tomorrow night Miran will pull up as much insight and foresight to pull things together if within my capacity.
Posted on 2008-08-04 at 06:10:17.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Lieutenant Hiswena
Willow saluted as Yin, but there was much less enthusiasm. Her Lieutenancy was something of very little importance to her by comparison to her peer. She strode up behind him, as he spoke with the secretary, "I'll ready our horses, you take care of the soldiers." With not another sound she left. First she ran to her quarters, where Nintarra would be checking the prophecy again. She flew through the halls with an urge much like panic welling in her stomach. In her room, she quickly told the golden-eyed prophetess about the message.
"I ride for the capital, Wanqir, within the hour. You should stay here, where it is safe," she finished.
Willow glanced around her quarters one last time, knowing that everything she needed was already on her person. With or without Nintarra in tow, she ran next for the guard stables. She herself picked six horses bred for their speed (that is, 6 Light Warhorses) and saddled them quickly, while breifing the stable hand on supplies they would need. There wasn't much they needed, two days food each, first-aid supplies, enough for a short mission.
As Willow waited for Yin to return with the recruits, she turned her gaze to where the sun vanished some time ago. It's countenance still left a trace of glimmer against the night sky. There is time tonight to begin our ride, so we will have less distance to cover in the next two days.
Posted on 2008-08-03 at 05:48:09.
Edited on 2008-11-02 at 04:04:31 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: fun in the sun, or, no webmaster!
Subject: Who else finds it ironic
That Alacrity, our new dictator-until Olan returns, is currently running around sporting V's mask? If you've seen the movie, you know exactly what I mean.
Posted on 2008-08-01 at 23:58:10.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Cave In! - So much for waiting for Jeremy's post
The obvious direction of continuation lay beyond the large stone doors opposite the door they entered. With a bit of effort, the heavy stone was dragged open, revealing a rather startling sight. As though the roof of the hall had fallen through, the entire corridor was covered in large stone blocks and dirt.
"A dead end?" Owen asked, alarmed. If this was the only exit, how would they get out? Ben had a quick solution to this problem, stepping up onto one of the fallen blocks. His head nearly touched the roof as he attempted to dig through the mound. "We only need to remove a corner at the top, so we can squeeze through."
"If we try to remove a substantial portion, a larger one will likely cave in on us," Galen mutters. Jeremy cast him a slight frown, annoyed with the pessimistic comment regarding their chances. Galen ignored him and examined the fall for a stable location to start digging. While he looked, Ben discovered truth in Galen's words, finally loosening a block which sent a steady stream of broken stones raining down onto him. The shift came accompanied with the unsettling sound of larger blocks moving elsewhere. Ben stopped for a moment, trying to warm up his hands. The earth he was digging in seemed to steal the warmth from his body. "What did I tell you?"
"What other way can we go? This is the first room we've been to where we haven't found any monsters," Owen asked. Then a collective double take took the friends as a question occured to them. Why were there no monsters in this room? How else could they have gotten into the deeper levels behind?
"We should go back, to see if we missed anything," Owen decides.
"Right we should check the other passage we missed earlier, or do you think that is too far?” Ben suggests.
"Wait a moment, consider the laboratory," Galen says quietly, "likely that sort of work is bound to cause gaseous dangers, so you'd think there'd be some sort of ventilation."
They glanced back into the armoury for a second, and agreed to check that idea should there be nothing behind. Down the other passage near the stairs they found that it led only to the corridor that Ben had rejected earlier.
"Now that I think of it..." Jeremy pauses to think, acting out the verb, "Unless these torches are continuously burning, someone must have come down here to set them again. And even if that was so, the hallways would be filled with smoke if there was no sort of ventilation."
Galen speaks up, voicing previous concerns, "Notice that the roof is close enough to touch, in the other room we couldn't see the ceiling where we destroyed the first skeletons," he says, "We should check there."
They followed the hall back to the large room, and with some scouring with their torches, they found that high above their heads there was an alcove that they didn't see the first time. It lay higher off the ground than any of their heads or arms could reach. Ben steps up, "Move out of the way, I'm going to try and jump up." He pulled back from the wall, then took a running jump. As the best sprinter among them, his speed brought him up to an easy jump, and he managed to get a hold of the ledge. He then tried to climb up the ledge but his hands slipped and he came back down to the stone floor. Unfazed, he moved back to try again, leaping with ease to the ledge, but this time managing to pull himself over the top with some flailing.
The alcove turned out to be a long tunnel through the dirt, with no clue as to its origin. It was very cool in the tunnel, and the walls brought about the same unnatural chill when touched. He tells every what he sees, then helps them up each.
(first XP point again! This may feel more like walking from battle to battle I realize. You have escaped the Labrynth- things will only get more difficult from here on out, but you already know that. That is uh... 200 XP each of you, to round off to a nice number.)
Posted on 2008-08-01 at 04:47:03.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Twin Worlds
Subject: asdf
Sable strained his body into moving, but it refused his command. No matter how much he tried to will it to move, his limbs were deadened and stiff. Before his eyes flashed an image of what would happen next if the creature was given the chance. He could see the paladin's body falling through his throughts as he cursed ever inch of his frozen body. If- When he mastered his body out of this state, he would ensure that this thing would be ended.
Posted on 2008-07-31 at 22:22:03.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Supper
Despite whatever Ormander had said concerning Ocyari's permission, Miran kept an uncommonly attentive eye on her most of the evening. Percifeer made a small speech just before supper to the people of the drink and food den in askance for help. Paomallen, too, had something to say to the small group of orphans, during the supper of sea cat.
Free food and drink have a tendancy to lighten spirits, especially so when put next to a common room of cheer and goodwill. As supper wore on, Miran loosened up his foul mood. Though he was no more inclined to believe that Ormander had sent Ocyari, he didn't see the need to return her home immediately.
Posted on 2008-07-31 at 05:19:48.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Of singing and sights
“I have never met a human or…” Aelistae shook her head and left the thought unsaid. “What I mean to say is I would be honoured if you could teach me some of the songs you know. I have never learnt anything of how the edain sing.”
"I would be happy to do so, that is, if you intend to continue travelling in the same direction as I. I plan on staying at the temple for maybe a few days to decide where I should head next.
"I personally have learned much about how most of the musically inclined races sing. I even know a song or two in elven, not to say I'm any speaker of the language."
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"The civil war saw many things of beauty and worth reduced to rubble, and it is said this monastary was one of many such sites that bore the wrath of conflict upon its broad stone shoulders, but in the end could not weather the burdens of war and collapsed into ruin. Now obviously that's a broad analysis of the past events, but if it interests you I have available a telling of the war on account of a Captain Isaiah Marshal, who once stayed at this very monastary with his forces mid conflict. Perhaps it tickles your fancy?"
"No thank-you, good merchant, I have not much gold on my person. I only ask because I intended to be enjoying the hospitality of Deneir and Oghma this evening," Dylan replies. It seemed that he would have to move on sooner than he had planned. He returned to sitting in the cart to let the others process their needs, while he did the same for his own. Where to next? I could head up north to Zazesspur, or return to Castle Tethyr and continue on to Myratma. He dismissed the idea of going south, for that direction led on the the Calim Dessert, and Dylan was under no uncertain circumstances partial to extreme heat. Up north would mean sooner or later a hike through mountains or a sea voyage.
Eventually an idea occured to him. Why not stick with these folk? They certainly were freindly enough people, and they were obviously well armed against the troubles of the road. Granted there was also the fact that the company would be significantly better, one grows to long for the sight of civilization after a week of conversing with one's scenery. He decided he should put the question to the others as soon as they moved on.
Posted on 2008-07-31 at 03:51:24.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: bae-queshel
“You sing well,” she remarked after a song sung by Dylan’s deep timbre voice came to an end. “Do you practice bae-queshel or…‘song magic’? I think that’s what it would be called in the trade tongue.”
Dylan cocked his head back and considered the question for a moment. For a breif second his mind left to ponder the idea that he was engaged in idle chatter with a drow elf. Not a moment too late, he came up with an answer, "To me, music and magic are analogous with each other. To answer your question better, however, I do indeed bring forth magical effects from my songs, beyond what your average performer may evoke."
Posted on 2008-07-30 at 04:45:16.
Edited on 2008-07-30 at 04:46:33 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: The bard
While Talus recited to himself his half-remembered song, Dylan contented himself to set about tuning his violin. It was proven indeed that the second sheath at his side contained none other than the bow to his instrument.
After much fussing and squeaking of notes, Dylan finally announced that he was somewhat satisfied with the sound pulled from the strings and set to work on playing slow, sweet, and somewhat sorrowful ballad. Then Aelistae and Linnix were ready to dance. He sat and watched the dance for several moments, until he set his instrument to his chin and delicately let bow touch to strings. Watching for a second more, he began to play a tune he felt fitting for the rhythm of the dance, the percussion of those feet against the forest floor.
For only two hours did Dylan sleep that night. Normally he was hardly one to wake up so soon, but he felt the need to take over the night watch. There existed few people, he thought, who deserved a full night of rest than these people. He located himself a pleasant spot, not too near the pyre, to take up his watch. When dawn finally came, he had scarecly moved for the previous six hours, wrapped up mostly with thoughts of the upcomming temple, the people he had chance encountered, and the new song he was working out.
As the others stirred from their much-needed sleep, Dylan got to his feet and threw his arms to the sky to stretch his lazy muscles. He then allowed his arms to drop to his sides and he shook himself out vigorously. Then he took a great, slow breath, rising his arms above his head as he did so. At the apex of his breath, he released, allowing his arms to once again descend, though with much more control than previously. This excersize he repeated a few more times, then moved on to warming up his voice.
"Dooooooooooooooooooooooo," he called out in a strong, low voice. Then, he moved onto the full scale, "Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Dooooooooo." He allowed the top note of the octave to ring on for several moments. Then he returned to his watch post and closed his eyes and hardly moving again. Occaisionally he would hum quietly, but otherwise he sat for the next fifteen minutes. At the end of this period of meditation, he stood up quite suddenly and moved to join in with the breakfast, taking a slice of cheese but nothing more for his breakfast.
Later, as he took himself a seat in Linnix's cart, he thanked the woman. "I must say though, if this keeps up, I'll grow fat and give up travelling altogether."
Dylan rode, as often as not, with a song on his lips about the passing countryside. Occaisionally he would be forced to suddenly break off when he realized that his beats didn't add up or his rhyme was lost. Also, he would caution himself to allow his vocals a rest so that they didn't abandon him suddenly, leaving him unable to voice his strings.
When confronted with the obviously neglected ruins that were the temple he had been venturing to, Dylan nearly gasped. This strange creature, this Firin Ranklefoot, standing high on his rock displaying his wares was the only sentient creature within sight. The singer stood in the cart to address the small one, "My dear fellow, I would like one thing very much, before even I glance to your wares. I would know what misfortune befell this temple to which I have spent the better part of the last tenday journeying to. Do you have such knowledge?"
Posted on 2008-07-29 at 05:57:54.
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Topic: Sibelius' wanderings
Subject: Hehe, 'twas my birthplace
But here I am, back early in good ol' Alberta (don't let anyone know I said that XD). If it is any consolation, I came close to posting late last night, but the powers of Rowan Atkinson (sp?) are not to be trifled with whilst lacking sleep.
Posted on 2008-07-29 at 03:38:07.
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Topic: Sibelius' wanderings
Subject: Sibelius' wanderings
Well, just so people from the games I play in know... *copies and pastes list from my profile*
At First Glance
The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
The Red Dragon Arena Battlegrounds
Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Auguries of Destruction - The Twin Worlds
Filthy Little Thief
Drakenhorde: Daggers in the Night
Heck, the Arena Battlegrounds is on hiatus until who knows when, and I don't think Sui has continued the At First Glance game with new players yet, but I should get on with my message. How wayward my train of though travels tonight.
The point is this: Both I and my brother Okron are meandering off to Saskatchewan (land of Sask-quatches such as myself) for some time, the duration of which (approximately a week) I cannot guarantee the level of posting I have been maintaining. I shall put forth effort to visit the Inn through whatever connection to the massive communications hub known as the Internet. I bid thee adieu, however they spell it, or at least be yourselves bidden out of frequent contact.
EDIT: The last two on the updated list don't actually have themselves written down in my profile. Ach
Posted on 2008-07-26 at 04:46:52.
Edited on 2008-07-26 at 05:11:18 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: I would
think that running around with a load of NPCs is not nearly as entertaining as more player characters. Though I would like to retain our players, that doesn't seem too likely with their lack of attendance. That said, I suppose it is best to drag in a few new recruits. Let us see what comes to us. We can probably get them to each to throw together a short story of their uneventful evening up until the whole explosion of the sky. Well, for loss of a monk, a druid, and a ninja, what do we have incomming? hmmm I wonder~
Posted on 2008-07-26 at 03:24:28.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Don't be afraid to get philosophical about battle. Share your thoughts and ponders.
2-3 Hours After Noon
'Right Road', Probably Eastward
Raymond swung his torch in self-defense against this plant-like monster that had been trying to sneak up on him. It was an improvement, though, he had been hoping all day to run into a living being. As far as that goes, however, he was really hoping for some one a little more humanoid and much less hostile. He had to aim down a significant amount just to even attack the creature, which was quick enough to fall back from the blow. Unfortunately, it came back just as quickly, and those long woody claws each drew shallow gashes in his hip and abdomen (-1,-1 Ray 5/7). As he looked for a chance to return attack, Ray noticed his body responding just a bit slower, as if it were becoming tired (-1 Str Ray 11(0)).
Posted on 2008-07-25 at 22:30:20.
Edited on 2008-07-25 at 22:49:02 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: I have a suggestion
Llammoth could stay with Pio at the temple of Lysora. It's a thought, but it's one that doesn't involve us having to pretend that there never was a half-orc rogue walking along side us like we did with a few of the other players back in the beginning. Also, since should Philo return, he could invent a reason to leave Pio (assuming said return occurs before Ayrn's) and rejoin us. Anyway, I should have this post that I'm grappling with done soon now.
Posted on 2008-07-25 at 22:08:08.
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Welcome
When Miran realized that his brother still wasn't getting up, he grew worried and came once more to his brother's side. Don't tell me I failed, he fretted. Physically, Pio was in great condition thanks to the song of healing Beinsel wove for him, though he did nothing. After some time, Dorothy suggested to take the warrior to a special healer, to find out what it was that ailed him, if not a broken body. Good idea, he said to himself, then aloud, "That's a good idea, it seems to lay beyond our ability to recover him from whatever else may be afflicting him."
"Oh my!" The little girl exclaims, running over to the fallen warrior.
Miran turns to see a ten-year-old fitted in halfling armor race up to Pio's whole yet unconscious body.
"Umm," The girl hesitates, "So what just happened here?!" She blurts
"First, who are you and what are you doing in that incredulous outfit?" Miran questioned. As he got a good look at her, he realized that she was one of Ormander's orphans, like himself and the others. Though for that, this was no child's game; she should get back, preferably before Ormander finds her missing.
"By the way, I'm Ocyari, this is Paomallen." She adds, indicating the person she was with, "And you would be... umm..." recalling in her mind the others coming to the orphanage, she points and names each in turn, "Miran, Llammoth, Biensel, and Percifeer, right?"
Miran turns with surprise to Pao approach at a slower pace from behind, though makes no move to verify Ocyari in her role call. He nods to another one of his brothers and turns back to Ocyari. Like himself, he could see that she was one prone to ending up in trouble, how ever much of that in the past was due in part to Percifeer's efforts.
Turning back to the other, unmoving one, she adds, sadly, "And Pio..."
"What happened?" She asks again.
"What happened," Miran begins, "is what usually happens to those who strap on a suit of armour and take up a weapon, much like the ones you play with now. Something bad." The illusionist rose to his feet and turned away. Perhaps this rare kernel of embittered insight came along with some partial guilt for Pio's condition, though it was clear that he was not in a good mood.
As he drew himself aside, he drew his spellbook out, now severely water logged. Luckily, wizards were no fools as a whole, and designed even basic arcanabula (-bulae?) such as this with basic protection against a number of damaging effects. With care, he pried the pages open and ensured that all the pages with spells enscribed upon them were separated so that they didn't dry together. The ink should hold to their own pages for the most part, so Miran had little fear over his spell preparation rituals. The event did force the thoughtless illusionist to consider keeping a second spellbook safe, should this one become lost or damaged further.
Posted on 2008-07-25 at 22:06:34.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Curing for all!! Except those that don't need it *glare*
At the visible lack of wounds to go with the bloody slashed shirt on Owen's body, it was quite easy to see that whatever the contents of the vial were, they contained some healing magic. Ian uncorked and threw one back, the tingly soothing effects were enourmous for him, releaving him of his chest pain and leaving him with only but a dull ache in his shoulder (+9 Ian 10/11). Jeremy was next to take the potion offered to him, and downed it as Ben entered the room. He, too, found his potion to be effective in repairing his side with a 'pins and needles' sting (+8 Jeremy 9/9). Finally, Ben took on of the vials and swallowed it down.
"I wouldn't say it has the best taste; needs more spice," he said. When the tingling pain began to close his wounds and undo his damage he fell to the ground (+7 Ben 12/15). His skeleton-clawed arm wound vanished and the blow he took to the gut faded partially.
"Are you okay?" Owen asked with some concern. Then Ben stopped again almost as soon as he started, and stood up quickly.
"Man I thought I was going to die there for a second, I feel better though," he said, "I feel like I could take on another hundred zombies if I wanted to!"
"What do you mean? It doesn't hurt at all. Well, it's good to hear that you're feeling better," Owen said, "This is hardly any time for joking around." In truth, Owen knew that the whole situation seemed a little less serious for Ben's efforts. There was still the underlying current of danger, but fear and adrenaline levels seemed to quell slightly.
Ben, Jeremy, Ian, and Galen each took an extra potion for themselves to store, and moved on.
(Next is the large door in the back of the room, but we should wait a bit until Aardvark gets back, we've (read: I've) autopiloted him, so we should give him a chance to have some reactions. To Aardvark: Backpost thoughts and reactions when you get back)
Posted on 2008-07-24 at 15:48:28.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: On the road again~
2-3 Hours After Noon
'Right Road', Probably Eastward
Dead torch still clutched in his hand, Raymond progressed down the forested road for about an hour. He had no idea to where or what he had chosen to travel, but he trudged on. If there were any highwaymen along the road, they certainly didn't bother him. His obvious lack of possessions beyond the torch may have protected him, but he had no way of telling.
Ray grew aware of his thirst when he noticed a small waterhole through the trees. Considering that he still had no sign of how long or far he would have to travel before he saw civilization in this strange world, he broke off the road for a drink. As he drank in the cool water of the clear pool, he heard the clicking of sticks brushing against each other combined with hushed footfalls across the forest floor. Raymond slowly placed his hand over his unlit torch again and turned around quickly, spying several paces behind him what he first mistook as a bush.
It was small, between three and four feet tall, and seemed to be entirely covered in short branches save for its ugly wooden face, chest, forearms and legs. It started when it saw that its prey had heard it's apprach and with a small, malicious growl it leapt out to attack. It's long woody claw swung wide and missed Raymond as it tried to force him to back into the pool.
Posted on 2008-07-24 at 04:32:20.
Edited on 2008-07-24 at 15:19:45 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Evil Dirt
Ben, on the other side of the room, discovered a very similar room in terms of size, save for the fact that almost half of it was cover in a dirt slide. It seemed that one of the walls, probably the back, unseen wall, had collapsed. Setting aside his axe, Ben began to dig through the soil to see what may lay under it.
After only a few moments of excavating, however, he found that the chill dirt was so cold that his hands began to ache. Still curious and not one to be denied, he reached for the axe and began digging anew. He didn't get much further with the weapon, there seemed to be too much dirt, his most recent efforts provoking a small dirt fall pouring down the mount. He began to consider leaving it alone when he heard Owen's call.
Meanwhile, Galen was beginning to gather the other four weapons on the rack, hoping to make some use out of them. Jeremy takes the rapier and attempts to wrest it from its sheath by force, taking off the hilt by accidental over-application of strength. Not that it took much, the corrosion on the blade was pretty severe, sending rusty red flakes showering to the ground.
Posted on 2008-07-23 at 16:40:20.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Looks like
Bart gets potion. The description says that the caster knows whether the remove disease nuked the lycanthropy, but in this situation I'm not sure that the vial cares so much.
Also, I knew people had been generally well off for HP, but I thought that there were more people who could use an extra boost.
Posted on 2008-07-23 at 14:53:46.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Werewolf Drow! The end of the world is nigh!
“And yes we have all been bitten, and may all be cursed. We hope to journey to a shrine so that we may be cured but…well in case we don’t make it, it’d be well for you to put as much distance between us and you as you can.”
Dylan accepts his sword back with a look of concern over his countenance. "All of you have been bitten? That's pretty harsh. But as it is, I think journeying with you may leave me in for a bit of luck, for from the sounds of it, I intend to make for the same shrine. Besides, the disease should take a little while to incubate, and the shrine is not that far off on horseback." The bard seemed to consider an idea, then dug his hand into his pouch and drew out a potion.
"I was saving this in the case a sickness came along and took my voice, which would leave my performances in peril, but I think your need is greater. Alas, I only have a single drink, so you should decide amongst yourselves who is most likely to have been affected by the curse."
(After plans for camp are decided, I intend to cast Healthful Rest on the 4 most injured members of this group.
Posted on 2008-07-23 at 04:13:34.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Oops, faux pas
"Werewolf." he said quite plainly. "And that isn't a cooking fire, it's a funeral pyre. Many lives ended in this clearing..."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Dylan replied. Usually his light-hearted humour was better placed than that. He strode over to the pyre, by where the gnome lay. Dylan realized that the white one was looking at him. "I don't mean to be rude," he began, "but what excatly are you? I've never even come across stories of beings such as yourself."
As the man spoke of going on further, Dylan turned his head briefly, "I've been walking all day, I can handle another short stroll, but this guy here looks pretty beat, he would be riding in his sleep."
"Now Aelistae, why don't you introduce my to all your friends here?"
Suddenly he stopped himself short. "I just thought of something- were any of you bit by the werewolves? There's a curse attached to that you know."
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 20:58:25.
Edited on 2008-07-22 at 21:01:40 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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