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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: More salvation!!!
Ian asks Owen, "does your stomach still hurt?"
"Yeah," Owen says quietly, "what the hell else would it feel like?"
This entire thing was crazy, for what reason would they show up in a tomb was beyond questioning for him. The very idea that he was here and not at home was peculiar enough to nevermind the choice of location. This is no dream, that much is obvious, so what of the dreams then? Weren't we supposed to wake up in a temple. What was that at the end of the dream with the voices?
Spying the door to the right, he nudged his brother to follow him. "We'll check over here, anyone call if you see more zombies." he called. He drew up to the door then asked, "Jeremy, could you give Ian your torch? It's too dark over here."
Getting the requested light source, Owen opened the door and stepped back, peering into the room. It was a small room and the torch was bright enough to light the whole thing up at once as they progressed slowly in. Inside there was a table with what could easily be a medieval chemist's lab set up on it, including a small bronze cauldron with the same symbol inscribed on it as on the massive gates that brought them to this world. On one side of the table sat several vials filled with a translucent golden brown liquid, each marked with the symbol on a small label.
Owen reached forward, picking one up. This symbol, it seemed to be related to the voices from the dream. Examining it he thought how much it looked like the roman numeral two, only the top and bottom were curved inward greatly. Inside the liquid there were several tiny squares suspended, as well as a few bits of some kind of precipitate in the bottom, like tea that has been sitting for a while. He pulled off the cork, whatever reaction his brother might be giving about the vials, and chemistry-class wafted the scent to his face. It smelled quite faintly like peppermint. Without a second thought he threw caution to the wind, his instict to hesitate ignored. Now he was ready to do anything so foolish, as he learned in his youth when jumping from heights onto something that only likely would cushion the landing. Only one mouthful of liquid fit inside the vial he found out as he quaffed it down. It tasted like some kind of weak peppermint herbal tea, just slightly sweetened, but unfortunately quite cold.
Owen felt the cool liquid slide down his throat, until it reached his stomach, then something very weird happened. His stomach began to tingle fiercely, and a strange sensation came over his bleeding wound. Suddenly he cried out as a quick pain burned over his gut, then vanished. He felt infinitely better after the short shock of pain, as one's back feels better after being exposed to the healing torture of the chiropractor. Quickly he lifted his shirt to find his stomach as though it had never been touched. "Sweet Lord." He looked up to Ian, then glanced out the door, where the others heard his initial cry. "Guys! Come here! I've found something."
(There are 7 more potions on the desk, and one empty vial in my hand.)
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 20:47:45.
Edited on 2008-07-22 at 21:28:12 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Drow! omg!
Dylan stepped forward, offering his sword. The elf whispered a few more words to the man next to her then stepped out of the half-shadows into the full moon light. The traveller's pulse tripped and sped off as the woman's soft, sable hand closed over his sword. His arm jerked involuntarily, just slightly, as he looked up into her eyes.
“Not quite an elf,” she said with a smile.
"A-a," the newcommer began, apparantly having lost his low-tenor voice. I'm not dead yet, his mind processed at a lesser pace. The silver brooch of the drow woman's cloak bore the image of a long-haired dancing drow woman, before the grace of the full moon. The name of a deity floated into his mind, he heard of this goddess in relation to tales of benevolent dark elves. Eilistraee, Lady of the Dance.
"Forgive me Aelistae," Dylan said, finding his voice again. He released grip on his sword, "the reputation of your race preceeds you." Then, glancing over to the smouldering fire, near where lay a strange, small white creature appearing much like a gnome, he asked, "So, what's cooking?"
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 19:42:45.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Oooh
So I take it Eilistraee is nigh unheard of in most lands? Well, I may just go ahead and forget the check, and respond to this drow woman approaching me, hehe. Don't worry though, Dylan won't freak out immediatly, just become very concerned about the crowd he has fallen in with.
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 15:21:48.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: That was...
quick 
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 15:12:15.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: You could cut it with a knife
"You two are still here because you two are our best soldiers. Henceforth, you two must be quickly notified of what is known from Wanqir, especially in the case when an advance party needs to meet at the capital." The general says solemnly, "You will not be waiting long; I expect it will take no longer than half an hour for our orders to arrive."
After the general's words, a still fell over the room. A quiet of needing to get out and help in some way, but being trapped. The atmosphere of the room was tense and the raging silence deafened the occupants. I wish this messenger would arrive already. If Willow had anything on her mind that she wished to voice, none heard it. She preferred keeping her thoughts to herself, and those few she was comfortable around. That crack in the sky - what kind of disaster causes that? I didn't know one could break the sky! Why now? One year after the end of our troubles. Maybe those years of chaos were only the first of what trouble we will have. We have only just been able to begin our lives again, to rebuild our four largest cities.
Willow looked down into her hands, her ears burning in hope that the action hadn't attracted any attention. The very idea that the others could be looking at her was enough to make her freeze. In moments though, as everything seemed to continue as it had been going for the past fifteen minutes, she relaxed to her former state of tensity. Whatever is happening, whatever will occur, whatever comes my way, I am strong enough now- old enough. It will be my turn to fight for others.
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 15:11:05.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: I think . . .
We should call in a new pair of orphans, that might get things a tad livened up again. No more charismatic characters though- they're either in the front or sulking in the back. jk, let's see if I'm smitten (smoten?) for such remarks now. (by the way, does this mean Pio wasn't slapped onto deck alive now? or just wasn't slapped onto deck (fiendish shark anyone? XD))
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 14:43:20.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Improvised Knowledges
I would like to make a Bardic Knowledge check to identify Aelistae's brooch as a symbol of Eilistraee, in all hopes that I spelled that right.
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 14:00:31.
Edited on 2008-07-22 at 14:33:18 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Wireless Network finally beginning to work over here
“You’re human?” The queary of a soft-voiced woman arose from the shadows.
"I'm human as far as I yet know. From the what I can see by the glow of the moon, your stature marks yourself as and elf if I'm not mistaken."
“If you mean no harm you’re welcome to join us by the fire and share a meal. But first drop your weapon. We’ve already been ambushed once this night, and lost one of our number because of it. We - I - have no intention of letting that happen again.”
"Beshaba's brats, you do have reasonable call for concern. Very well, I will unstrap my rapier," the man returns. In the half-light of the campfire he saw a man watching him quite intently. The man whispered something to the elf, something just beyond the newcommer's perception.
With a slight chuckle he addressed the new arrival, "You'll have to pardon our paranoia... as she said we were just attacked. Your ring there has some magic to it. Pray tell me, what function does it serve?"
"This little guy? He keeps me going when food, drink, and sleep grow scarce as they are wont to do when travelling as much as I do. Harmless really, unless of course I lost it, in which case I would be pretty hungry." He held his sword by the sheath away from his body. "I'm coming in now, ready?" he asked almost jokingly. "The name's Dylan by the way, Dylan Geiling."
Posted on 2008-07-22 at 00:04:17.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Through the door lay salvation
So far in the cool underground chambers of the structure, the opening of a door rarely led to anything but evil and trouble. So to find that the zombies were guarding a large door to what was, by comparison, a treasure room dropped releif upon the party.
It was a fair sized room, about thirty feet wide and nearly as deep; the roof let up a bit to around the area of ten feet off the floor. In the center of the room was a large rack set up on a small, wide pedastle that rose it a few inches off the floor. On the rack lay a small selection of weapons, six to be exact, though it was quite evident that all were old and had suffered at the hands of corrosion. The few swords were stuck within their sheaths, and when force was applied, the blade of one broke off the hilt. Ben determined the only usable weapon in the room to be an old rusty battleaxe, which did not have a sheath to become lodged in, though flakes of iron (II) oxide had to be brushed off the weapon. It wasn't perfect, but it was a significant step up from the torch.
The room had three doors besides the one they had come in. Behind the rack was another large stone double door, and on either side of the room, left and right, lay small wooden ones.
(You may converse, now. For reference, Galen and Jeremy will be trying to work with the weapons like last time (well actually, Jeremy was unconcsious last time, but this area suits him, as he can break that sword with Galen's help) Ben is going to be inspecting the left door, and my brother and I are going to be checking out the room to the right. I am giving us a chance to talk amongst ourselves while we come to this temporary stop. Don't forget to include your predestined actions while you talk XD)
Posted on 2008-07-21 at 21:26:35.
Edited on 2008-12-25 at 05:03:20 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: My alarm clock is getting tempermental - this is the would-be morning update
As much as Jeremy would rather outrun the zombies, he comes to the conclusion that doing so may leave them open as they flee. Instead, he leaps head-first into the combat. The near side of the hall may be crowed already with bodies, but his plan will bring him to an advantageous location. Using his slightly shorter stature to his advantage, he ducks down and leaps past both Ben and the zombi, who now turns in a hopless attempt to keep both within view.
As the zombi turns too far to watch Jeremy, Ben decides to employ a familiar tactic and try to break the zombi's weapons. He takes aim and quickly swipes his torch at its bloody fist and is rewarded with a solid thunk, but the blow doesn't seem to do much damage beyond spreading the scent of burning flesh. (-1 Fire Dmg)
Just to Ben's left, Ian and the second zombi continue to quarrel. As he sees Jeremy tumble past the slow bodied an non-witted undead, he discovers a plan to make room for Galen behind him. Though, Ian is not as lucky, for as he tries to move past the creature, its powerful club of an arm connects with his right shoulder, jerking him to the side [-4 Ian (1/11)]. He utters a grunt of pain and with his dominant left hand he drives a weak blow into the side of the zombi's head with a crack (-1 Dmg). The need to move out of the way unforgotten, Ian then pulls back from the zombi with a short leap back behind Ben.
From the back, Owen moves in, looking for a closer shot, looking to do anything with his magic to help resolve the battle, but cannot. As Ian pulls back to safety, the zombi pursues him, or so it seemed. The linear minded beast threw itself forward at Galen, who was about to enter the gap himself. Before the zombi could attack, however, it stepped on the hem of its own habit, stumbling foward. It nearly caught its balance, though, if not for the unseen startling surprise of Galen's force shield. Striking what was not visibly there did not compute with the balancing methods of the undead, and it fell foward onto the floor. Meanwhile the other zombi threw its armlike club in a wide arc over Ben's head, who quickly ducked down beneath the appendage that he was trying to disable.
Galen had his wish in a rather unexpected way. He wanted to have a good shot at the zombi with his weapon while his shield was still active, and with the corpse lying at his feet, he struck down at it with his improvised weapon. (-1 Dmg)
On going effects:
Galen - Shield Spell - round 2
Round 3
Now positioned behind the zombie, Jeremy found himself in a place of advantage. While the monster swung at Ben, he had a chance to closely observe the undead's movements, and as it was about to shift its weight back onto its other leg, he stuck. He dealt a swift, sharp blow to the back of the zombi's leg and it flew off the ground for a second. The sudden repositioning of the monster's foot caused it to descend quickly into what appeared to be an excrutiatingly painful way of doing the splits, just before its head fell back and struck the floor with a crunch (-6 Dmg -1 Fire Dmg). Breathing deeply from the effort of moving the foot, Jeremy was satisfied that it would not be getting back up any time soon.
Ben saw that the one opponent was felled and the other was trying to get back up. Quickly he adjusted his target and struck the other zombi, but the thickness of the undead seemed to ignore the strike, as well padded as it was. Truly the torch was no weapon for actual battle.
Ian with his club, however, had a better time of dealing a blow to the zombi, sounding with a thud. (-4 Dmg, max)
Then the zombi exposed itself fully to the three around it as it stood up. Quickly, all three attacks rained down on its back, Ian's and Galen's clubs setting it up and Ben's strike finishing the tenderizing process with a kiss sealed in flame.
Save for the magically sheilded Galen, all members of the group were badly injured with slashes or bruises. The battle that had seen such confident beginnings quickly turned into an actual struggle for life. Whatever lay beyond the door that the zombi's guarded, that Jeremy's torch now illuminated, slightly daunted the friends. If there were more enemies, it would be dangerous to consider entering another fight.
Posted on 2008-07-21 at 21:06:43.
Edited on 2008-07-22 at 03:38:27 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: The Sung Hero
In the aftermath of the brutal war that was so desperately fought only for loss, the soft sounds of weeping and the occaisional sharp crack of fire were to be expected. Among the quiet lamentations for those lost, there steadily arose a sound that was quite out of place. The keen eared members of the elven persuasion and those who trained their hearing to amazing ability were the first to catch on to the tune, a ballad, voiced softly by a deep voice. Eventually the song could be heard by all as the source approached the campsite, until suddenly it cut off.
"What now? Is this the scent of char I detect in the air? Who would be burning what now? I hope not supper," the voice calls out from the direction of the road. Footsteps draw their owner to the campsite revealing a man wearing fairly baggy clothing, his dirty blond hair pulled back into a small, very curly ponytail. On his chin rests a small goatee (not the kind that goes all the way around the mouth, however) and at his side lay a hilt and rapier. Next to the rapier hilt there is a second, peculiar sheath for some other device. Upon his back, attached via a wide leather strap, hung a clue to the nature of this second sheath, a slipcase also of leather in the shape of and obviously containing a violin.
"My goodness, would you be the mounted group that passed me in such a rush this afternoon? The only company for the road all day I must say. Oh, is something wrong then?" This newcomer caught onto the atmospere of mourning and painful victory.
Posted on 2008-07-21 at 04:56:22.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Through the Haunted Forest and all that cliché
Whatever had compelled the skeletons to return to their guard, Ray didn't care. He sat, his back against the piece of wall that he was going to have to fight from. Eventually his heart returned to its regular, steady march. Against the cool stone walls of the temple, his body dropped in temperature, until his sweat ran chill. Just as he was about to shiver, he decided to leave, in case he faced any more attacks for delaying too long.
Between his remaining choices, though he did not like it, the best choice became the only one that did not offer immediate threat of undead; the forest path. With much apprehension, he entered the bounds of the dead wood, following the path that remained, though grew scarcely visible at times. That, combined with the nagging impression of muffled sounds, in this soundless environment.
Eventually, however, the tense fear faded and the stale colours of dead foliage and overcast skies were put behind him. As he moved further away from the ruins, the sky cleared up and he began to see and hear living things once more. Long ago, he couldn't remember when, Ray left behind the constricting fog and his nerves slowly relaxed. He couldn't tell how long he had been travelling on the path when he reached the first break in the path. With the sun already beginning to fall from its daily zennith to the left of his perception, he was now faced with a less life-threatening decision. The wide dirt road before him ran left and right. For all he could tell, this road had seen more usage than the humble, obscure path he had just stepped off.
Posted on 2008-07-19 at 05:13:47.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Twin Worlds
Subject: Second Verse,
Same as the First (Henry the XIII I am~)
EDIT: (or rather the second, technically the first round was my stand + punch. I'm Flurrying with Full-Round Actions until further notice)
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 19:15:58.
Edited on 2008-07-18 at 19:17:16 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Hehe
Sib works too, but Sibby is downright hilarious. Also, I fully know the extent to which Mithril shirts have been bought, though mine is better (to my knowledge) I went straight to Mitral Hall and got it one mastercrafted for me, rather than getting the regular stuff running all over Faerun.
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 19:01:37.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: My evil thoughts must have provoked the dice.
Raymond, finding no possible passage that would not involve him in a battle for his life, began creeping backward. Determined not to turn his back on the monsters, he placed one foot behind the other, occaisionally glancing over his shoulder to check the proximity of the foot of the stairs. His stealth went smoothly, the skeletons being completely unaware to the fact that one of the torches behind them was slowly running away from them. Then, a single misstep backwards, causing Ray's foot to slide on loose stones. The sound, in so deadly silent of an environment was comparable to the passing of a freight train as four sets of mindless lights turned on him.
Horrified, Raymond put to use his new favourite answer to such problems. Before the skeletons had the chance to begin pursuit, Ray forced his legs into a swift departure up the stairs. A horrible rattling of bone on stair chased him up and back into the ruined main level. He hurtled out of the stairway into clouded daylight, with a rattling troop following him closely. Knowing that sooner or later, he would have to tire, which meant simply that the skeletons could not be outrun. He vaulted over a low wall and turned around, waiting to strike the first skeleton to attempt to approach. With luck, the wall would provide a physical barrier to his enemy's charge and force them to climb over.
Though against mindless opponents, obstacles were very useful for the little mental effort it took to trick them, Ray never got a chance to put the wall to use. At the top of the stairs, all four undead stopped, lowering the wicked hooks of finger bones they had. They stared ahead breifly, then filed back down the stairs as if under some instruction was given to them that overrode their hunt. Apparantly guarding the depths of the temple was more important than pursuing intruders.
Posted on 2008-07-18 at 05:44:58.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Ouch... get some better rolls quickly, our fighters are dying.
Jeremy, recently out of tenth grade, never expected something quite like combating undead for a summer vacation. That is not to say he would ever have imagined his future would involve reanimated corpses. Perhaps the idea that ‘Tomorrow is another day’ was supposed to be a warning rather than a reassurance, this morrow was indeed another reality. The youth leapt to the top of the stairs, though a healthy sense of self-preservation held him back, to wait for the monstrosities to meet his unarmed fists on his own terms.
No such sense possessed the brown haired warrior-at-heart, Ben, who was up the stair and down the hall before Jeremy could say anything. He let go with his torch, improvised into a small club with the bonus of a flaming end. However, as he swung he cursed his weapon, not designed for combat and thus not properly suited for use in such matters. Heck, from the looks of the wood, it might snap if struck too hard.
Ian leapt in behind Ben with a quick oath, filling up the front lines in the hall. As much as Ben had to complain about his weapon selection, Ian was faring no better, as his two-handed femur swipe struck the zombie in the abdomen with much less ferocity than Ian had wanted for his strike. The zombies were slow and had difficulty forcing what would otherwise be a limp and heavy corpse to evade. It was more a matter of hitting hard enough to make the zombie really feel the strike rather than aiming to hit.
Owen left Galen just beginning to chant a spell at the bottom of the stairs and mounted the stairs. He pulled up next to Jeremy, his mind looking for magic that could fix the situation. The words and energy of the force missile spell he unleashed before had left his mind, resulting in a dismal selection. The shielding spell that Galen was putting to use behind him was of no use, especially when one’s goal was to keep far away from enemies. The only other spell he had that was useful in battle was a beam of cold energy, but he could not afford to shoot it, not with his brother and Ben shielding his target with their bodies. While his mind raced, Galen’s footsteps hammered up the stairs and the zombies began clubbing Ian and Ben.
The one zombi before Ben drew its arm back and slammed it into his gut. He had thankfully been taught to push out his stomach to avoid being winded, but that did not mean the pain was not intense [Ben -7 dmg (5/15 HP)]. With some effort of will in addition to the natural painkillers of adrenaline, he managed to ignore the majority of the blow. The other zombi also struck Ian, delivering a powerful punch into his chest that shook his own skeleton. [Ian -6 dmg (5/11 HP)]
Whether Ian could comprehend speech right now or not, Galen drew up behind him. Shield spell now in full use to turn aside blows that came at it. “Please get out of the way,” he commanded. Between Ben and Ian, the latter was the more likely to obey his command to retreat from battle.
On going effects:
Galen - Shield Spell - 1 round
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 22:54:29.
Edited on 2008-11-18 at 19:37:29 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: Groves
Grumphy Rabbit Owner Viciously Eviscerates Swarm
Posted on 2008-07-17 at 02:21:43.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Twin Worlds
Subject: Sable with the dark black hair~
The tiny monk never took his eyes off the Linsemptus aberration, though he jerked his head to acknowledge the mage. His body was now surrounded in an invisible field of energy that may protect him from the beast as traditional armors of metal saved others. The same effect extended from his magical bracers, though the one cast by Charlet was more powerful, blanketing over the power of his bracers.
Sable launched into a flurry of blows. This made him less accurate with his attacks, but in this case accuracy counted for very little, as this enemy could not by touched by the physical hand. Only though his Ki, Sable could bring his fist into contact with the abomination. Though in the heat of battle, not every focus of Ki was perfect, so he just as often slipped through as not, meaning that with more attacks in a shorter time, he was more likely to land even a poorly aimed blow than a single precise shot.
Posted on 2008-07-15 at 04:54:52.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Who else thinks we should be looking for people to update by now?
We've been at twilight for a little while and only so few have posted.
Posted on 2008-07-14 at 03:49:40.
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: As a responsible DM, I think it is finally time to question one of my player's actions
I believe I mentioned that the skeletons guard the entrance to the room you are trying to exit, of which you do not yet have admittance to?
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----R S> (the direction you're planning on going ->)
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This might give you an idea if you have any idea what I'm talking about. The point is that proceeding into the room would first require you to go unnoticed through squares occupied by skeletons, then begin making hide checks without cover or concealment, forget the Move Silently.
EDIT: I think it is worth noting that 'S' includes all four undead.
Posted on 2008-07-12 at 03:45:52.
Edited on 2008-07-13 at 18:44:40 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Death Walk
The vision of the bonewalkers caused Raymond to pause for a second. If bad came to worse, he may need to fight against them. That would mean he would be advantaged to have a weapon to use against his opponents. Fire. He saw the torches mounted on the wall and considered their worth. Surely they could be put to good use as a club, in the addition to being a source of illumination. Best of all, many wild creatures feared fire, and those that did not would be bitten by its painful burn. With a quick mental adjustment he found himself embodying the spirit of flame. He now relfected its warmth with his mind, but also he could feel the quick-temper and eagerness to grow, spread, and consume. If mistreated, it could easily become a vicious blaze, but when proper caution was observed, it provided light, heat, and even the energy for life.
As these thoughts wound through his mind, Raymond slowly and carefully snuck up to the torch and slowly eased it out of place. He hoped that the slender wood would hold up to physical punishment should the time come. Now halfway down the underground hall, he decided to have a quick look at what the skeletons were doing. He was already about as prepared as he would get for a physical conflict, so he crept closer. In a horrible moment, he heard a slight crunch under foot as a pebble of rubble reacted to the pressure of his foot. He carefully lifted the offending appendage and set it down to the side of the pebble.
When Raymond had come as close as he dared, he found that he could see little more than he could before. The room looked thouroughly lambasted by some force that appeared similar to a bomb detonation. The room contained a few pillars which put up a valiant effort of suspending what was left of the roof. The far end of the room, beyond the reach of the torchlight sported another hallway.
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 02:41:06.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Xaris is my hero
I'm just interjecting, hoping that no one minds too much.
I just had to say that Xaris is not just a lucky little Gnome, he is a Gnome with liquid awesome running through his veins. Then again I have to stop and wonder what happened to his veins now that his body is not quite like the standard issue anymore. Anyway, enough with bugging you people - Hooray Xaris!
Posted on 2008-07-11 at 01:49:01.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: I'm not railroading you dungeon people, you made these choices yourself. (except when I feel at li
With torches relit and order re-established, the five teens returned to the hall. After another turn, they were opposed by a wall, with narrow passages leading both left and right at the end of the hall. Before anyone could foolishly come up with the thought, much less the suggestion, Galen cautioned, "We cannot afford to split up."
Ben boldly stepped up to the challenge of determining which passage would be taken. Without a word, he begins to take the left hall, but as he comes to the first twist, he doesn't take it. On instinct he decides that the tiny hall is a poor place to be caught in a fight, so he backs out of the hall, instilling some confusion in his followers. Ben looks again at the two passages and decides by gut feeling that the right passage may prove to be safer.
In single file they followed the narrow hall as it turned left, only to see that it turned right again before it ran too far, then twice more it turned left. As Ben turned the final left, he saw that the room ahead contained a set of stairs running perpendicularly to the hall, though that was not nearly as disconcerting as seeing that this room was lit by some unseen source. He turns to the others, whispering a soft warning, "I see light ahead, everyone prepare yourselves, we may have to fight again."
He proceeds out into the room, seeing two torches along the far left wall. The obstacle of the large stone staircase forces him to travel along side it to the bottom of the steps. They extend about twenty feet long for a raise of about ten feet into another hall. They are at least ten feet wide. As the others move in behind him he ascends the first steps until he can see down the hall, also lit by a pair of torches. The small light cast from the mounted flames, however, is not enough to bring full illumination to the end of the hall.
"Who goes there?" Ben called to the two shadowy forms that stayed just beyond the full effect of the torch. At once, the two heavily robed figures approach with naught to reply with but the slight scuffle of their shoes on the stone floor. The awkward silence of their reply draws on for a second as their arms fall limply to their sides, previously folded into their sleeves.
As the others draw close behind him, the problem with the scenario becomes evident in an instant. Several factors simultaneously reveal the horrible truth about these apparant monks of the temple. Their pale white hands, barely visible at their sides are bloodstained; the light from the hall torches reveal thick stains of blood running from the corners of their mouth down their neck where the most obvious point lies. Both of their necks bare a bloody gash where they were brutally slit. From their sides the animated corpses, the zombies, dully raise their arms as though reaching out to strangle the life out of the startled friends.
Knowing that the way out must lay beyond the doors behind the zombies, bolstered by adrenaline, new found strength, and recent victories, the living once again move in to clash against the undead.
(Notes: Only the top two winners of initiative get to go into melee with the zombies should they so wish. These two are Jeremy and Ben, both having a total score of 21. Should either of you not go in, you may pass the spot onto some one else by delaying your action or doing something else)
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 19:21:17.
Edited on 2008-07-14 at 04:05:18 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Much later in the day than I had anticipated
Miran surfaced and shook his head furiously, throwing water off his face. His heart thundered in his chest as he drew a breath of air, relinquishing the dark river. He barely took time to catch his breath before he sent up the cry that ultimately saved Pio, or at least became the edge of Beinsel and Percy's call for aid. When he saw people that he didn't recognize, however, he was simultaneously startled and relieved. The sound of Beinsel's music arrived at his ears with the realization of the bard's doings. It seemed Beinsel possessed the enviable ability to hold sway over a crowd. Percy too, had her own charm for attracting the attention of strangers.
That Pio was still stuck in a life or death situation beneath the surface posed an internal struggle for Miran. Then came the man from the Freeman's Way, marked by his apparel as one who knew all about combat. He discarded his sword and leapt into the river, solving the illusionist-swashbuckler's dilemma. Between remaining in the shark/sea cat inhabited river and crawling up onto the dock, his decision took no time. The sight of the man helping Pio onto the dock himself was a happy reinforcement to Miran's own choice.
Miran threw himself, his heavy, sopping cloak resisting his every motion, onto the docks. He tried not to seem so exhausted by his efforts in comparison to the struggle Pio went through. His attempts were in vain, however, his breath coming quickly, his body unwilling to move until his limbs ceased their shuddering. Miran acknowledged in the back of his mind his sister Dorothy rushing over to embrace the other, bloodied body laying on the dock.
Eventually Miran coaxed himself onto his hands and knees where he determined that his own body was uninjured. Just down the dock, the citizens who had leapt to he and his brother's aid were dragging up the body of the hellish beast that initially attacked the orphans. With his body fully intact, Miran brought himself up and stode over to the lifeless husk of the beast. He glanced once over its body and found his imagination had no trouble reanimating the beast to terrorize the people gathered around it with its cruel claws. Quickly he found what he sought and removed his dagger from cold flesh. He cleaned the short length of steel on the sea cat's mane and replaced the dagger in its sheath.
"That," Miran announced with somewhat less conviction than he had aimed for, "is what happens when you mess with my siblings and I; Ormander's herd."
He cast his gaze up to the bridge where watched a small crowd including his other brother and sister. He greeted them with a wave, then sighed in great releif, making his slow path back up to meet with them. Pio would be fine with Dorothy.
Posted on 2008-07-10 at 04:21:06.
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Topic: Filthy Thief Q/A
Subject: How many times must it happen before this maddness finally ends???
I just posted. You won't see it, because by the time I pushed the submit button, I had timed out of the site again. I figured I had fixed this finally by selecting 'remember me' so that any activity on the site automatically logged me on, but I guess not. I'll try again in the morning, because it is way to late here to start over now.
Posted on 2008-07-09 at 06:42:26.
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