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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Give me till the weekend
Lifes been hectic, and i am still unsure if i've got the tome to dm, its alot more work than that of being a player but i do value u as players and like the game so i will make an effort if i am unable i will post an offiicial fizzle post
Posted on 2009-11-25 at 08:12:53.
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Topic: Assistance is Required...
Subject: Ok You know I'm excited when the first thing I do
after getting home from a 10 hour shift is write character histories..
Anora ‘Rose Blanche’ Arlessa, is the youngest of three siblings, and the only daughter of Harmond and Miriam of House Arlessa; a noteworthy noble house of good standing in the capital of Vyrrmas known for their contributions to the Alcanese trade efforts. For six generations House Arlessa have produced ambassadors, consorts, emissaries and liaisons acting on behalf or commission of the Monarchy or current Regency. Harmond owns and runs the largest independently operated vineyard in Alcana. Miriam acts as a personal consul to the regent when fostering relations with foreign nationals or brokering trade agreements for the import or export of goods.
Anora has two older brothers, Jacob, a well traveled and distinguished wine and spirit merchant acting on behalf of the house name, and Samual, who until recently served under Harmond in the management of the vineyard as his lead hand, being tailored towards continuing the family business. Anora knew little of Jacob, as he was rarely home except to pick up a shipment or another, but Samual and Anora were extremely close. They played in the fields, and studied together whenever Samual wasn’t working, or chasing away any would-be suitor who looked at his sister the wrong way, and to Samual any way was the wrong way. “I’ll always protect my little flower” he’d say with a grin and a flex of his muscular arms .
Anora stands at a dainty 5’2”, and weighs only 117 lbs. Lithe in frame she has the body of a dancer, for truly that is one of her favourite respites aside from riding the countryside. Long strawberry blonde locks cascade over fair skinned shoulders to hang midway down her back, while framing her flawless face, accentuating eyes of stunning green that shimmer with intelligence and curiosity. Often wearing the simplest of pure cotton or silk attire, white preferably, unlike many of her fellow noble women-in-waiting however, Anora often shuns the fineries her status in life could afford her, preferring simple garments without gaudy accessories or adorned with valuable gemstones. Her mother had always told her that trinkets and jewels would only draw the wrong kind of attention, that of gold diggers and thieves, and that a woman’s true beauty and worth would always outshine any gem in the eyes of those who truly mattered. Thankfully Anora was blessed with an abundance of physical beauty, passed down from her mother of course, a woman in her forties who looked more the role of an older sister to the 19 year old Anora than the woman who brought her into the world.
Ever since childhood, Anora has been raised to follow in the footsteps of her family lineage, particularly that of her mother, as her birth marked the first daughter of blood entering the family in almost forty years. Grace, professionalism, and diplomacy have been engrained into her very being. A creature of poise and beauty, Anora has always blended in well enough with the other women of her all girls academy, though classmates and professors often claim to find her staring off seemingly into nothingness, her eyes twinkling, the crease of her mouth curling into a smirk or a scowl as though her in mind she were far away from the classroom. Educated in the ways of politics, trade negotiations, and persuasion using her ‘ample ‘feminine guile, Anora was well on her way to becoming a fine young lady ready to join her mother in her important work…
Until the plague arrived.
Living on such an acreage of size put House Arlessa outside the protective walls of Vyrrmas. When it first came to Alcana and beset a farmhand, little was thought of the isolated incident; but as more and more succumbed to illness and the first of almost a dozen deaths occurred a panic broke out. Anora’s father and brother Samual moved to calm those in their employ and intervene, but fear and paranoia spread like wildfire, with proclamations of the plague having infected the very ground upon which they stood, the very grapes and grains which served as the lifeblood of House Arlessa. Desperate and afraid, fires were set to cleanse the ‘tainted’ fruit, and as the fields burned out of control, Harmond and Samual ran too and fro doing whatever they could do to quell the hungering flames, to little avail. A call went to the local Chantry, and with their divine help the fires were eventually extinguished, and arrests were made. Not before more than a third of the harvestable crops however lay ruined as was one of the largest storehouses used for holding wine and spirits ready for export. It was in the burned and charred husk of the storehouse that Samual was found dead, his body blackened amidst shattered glass and casks, the stench of alcohol and burned flesh an almost sickeningly sweet scent permeating the air. It is said Samual’s body was found crouched over a single wooden case, almost protectively, a wooden support beam from the roof having landed upon his back, breaking his spine though he cradled the crate. Inside were a dozen bottles of Anora 1002 Rose Blanche wines, their deep green glass protecting an expensive year of wine, and pride of the Arlessian House to celebrate Anora’s birth. To the very end, Samual protected his little flower, and it cost him his life.
Anora was away on a trip across the countryside when the plague happened and her brother lost his life protecting a symbol of something dear to him, but when she arrived home and learned of the news of what had transpired, the woman was filled with sorrow, an emptiness that had no direction, no focal point.. That is until Cardinal-Deacon Ilphian, declared the results of divination had proven that the plague which had claimed the lives of many, and by all accounts the life of her brother was the result of arcane magic users.
Anora had heard little of magic outside of the sanctioned mages of noble houses or royalty, in fact the thought of apostates and ‘witches’ had never even entered the innocent girls mind. But as the witch hunt was declared, Anora found her sorrow quickly turn into anger, and fueled by the pain of her lost sibling, Anora decided she needed a purpose with which to direct those feelings tumultuous as they were inside her heart and mind. Against her mother’s advice, but not without her blessings Anora dropped out of school and joined the Chantry, throwing herself into wisdom of the Gods, and the hope they provided, praying that one might take pity upon her tortured soul, and provide clarity. Someone to guide her hand towards purging the lands of plague and disease, and those deviants who would instigate such terrible curses. For this she prays night after night, awaiting her call to be answered..
(This takes Anora up to Volla 9th 2021 or beyond in your timeline. You’ll note I haven’t specified a deity as well I don’t know which one she’ll pick yet, but that will be covered likely with an in game or OOG flavour text post much like this one. It's pretty rough but I hope it's ok, and obviously changes can be made as per Tek's request/ direction)
Posted on 2009-11-22 at 15:46:44.
Edited on 2009-11-22 at 15:57:05 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Assistance is Required...
Subject: Oh.. and woe be to any arcane magic users in our party lol..
Posted on 2009-11-22 at 15:27:00.
Edited on 2009-11-22 at 15:27:13 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Assistance is Required...
Subject: Hey bud
I have alot of character depth questions outside of statistical influencing to ask you, if you've got time, pop me a text on msn or yahoo to my phone and I'll give you a call to discuss.. I'm really liking where this is going so far, but I don't wanna take any liberties without permission, and need details such as pantheons' dogmas' etc etc.. thanks.
Posted on 2009-11-22 at 14:40:38.
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Topic: Assistance is Required...
Subject: And This one is purely for Tek...
BEWARE THE WOOLY WATERMELON!
Posted on 2009-11-20 at 15:53:45.
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Topic: Assistance is Required...
Subject: Cultural/Statistical breakdown
of Human subraces/cultures appreciated... I had all this info at one point from previous games, but that was many years, and likewie many computers ago lol.
EDIT:
Also need Your religious/ Pantheon/ Diety/special doman powers etc list please and thank you.
Posted on 2009-11-20 at 15:52:09.
Edited on 2009-11-20 at 15:52:45 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Assistance is Required...
Subject: oh, and in the interest of sheer irony .. and breaking my long silence on the matter...
I'll be taking the role of a paladin... Havn't played an honest true non-multiclassed pally since back with Jackie... full history and character bio to follow..
I hope to live up as a player to you as my Dm as you exemplified a paladin as my player Tek.
Posted on 2009-11-20 at 15:13:41.
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Topic: Assistance is Required...
Subject: lol Tek...
As always, we spoke even before the first keyboard click to bring your revival at the inn back into reality.
I'm in, will work on what I can today..
Posted on 2009-11-20 at 15:10:50.
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Topic: Dragon Age Origins!
Subject: Dragon Age..
Mage initial quest took like a full day just to get to main storyline... Grey Warden Camp..
Rogue took me an hour lol..
not tried warrior...
Awesome in it's fun
Love the bloodied achievment lol.
Posted on 2009-11-08 at 04:03:39.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: who did we lose
I've seen members of the game online... yet no posty post... What's goin on?
Posted on 2009-11-05 at 17:23:57.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 1 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Son of a .... damn erased posts...
Crellin had been more than satisfied ambling through the fungi infested forest, the soft crunches of mushroom stalks having their existence extinguished underfoot added to the narcissism that went on in the wild mage's head. As the rubbery organics strained under each footfall he would skip and dance to a tune none but he could hear as he follwoed their tracker, adding fresh prints to those left behind of traveler's past.
Suddenly his reverie was shattered by a scream piercing the silence. almost immediately two of the party spoke of rendering aid to the source, one mentioning tactical mumbo-jumbo, the other brandishing a dagger, attempting to hack his way through the barrier of magnificant mushrooms barring passage. Crelling couldn't hold back a chuckle as he watched Baldorf hack at the thick stalks with his little dagger. It was like trying to cut a steak from a Brahma with a letter opener.
To Crellin this sight was amusing. And pulled out a curious looking rod adorned with various runes, semi-precious gemstones and other arcanic paraphenalia. Choosing to be a bit more cautious however, the mage utilized his experience of traveling alone, where avoiding confrontation was often the more wise route, and stopped to hide within the stalks as best possible.
(moving his movement distance and hiding (if 30' would put him on other side, he stops within the mushroom 'wall' trying to utilize them for cover while seeing what lies ahead)
Posted on 2009-10-24 at 14:04:38.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: I'll admit it
With the hectic work week, personal life and touch of the bug, internet fun slipped my mind.. Even my Facebook cafe had moldy food on the counters!!! lol..
will get to posting something soon.
Posted on 2009-10-18 at 13:36:01.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 1 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Hi ho hi ho into the fog of war we go..
Crellin hobbled along amongst those now grouped with him as torches were lit and footfalls echoed out into the silence of night around the 'Spores. The natural cavern which seemed to spread on far beyond his field of vision held an air of uncertainty about it tonight. Like the strands of choas had woven its web of doubt and fear about the ceiling, coaxing dispair and anxiety from betwixt stalagmites of ancient stone.
As the group put more distance between them and the populous of Intanlok's drinks and livery they were soon surrounded by a plethora of fungal entities. Some looked ripe for the picking, other's looked ready to do picking of their own with odd shaped growths and tendrils of spongey substance growing off their multicoloured stalks.
It was Baldorf, the 'wanna-be Khord of distinction' who spoke first, suggesting they take the middle course. An apparantly flippant choice made in spontaneous random favor, Crellin couldn't help but appreciate this Khord's "What may be will be" attitude, and nodded his head in agreeance.
As the female spoke up however, talking of such things as clues, and tracks, Crellin felt she was hindering the true spirit of adventure. It was almost as though the goal of finding the children was not what spurred Crellin to follow along, but rather the road upon which they would travel to reach an end. Crellin turned and faced Helengir, tower shield gleaming in torchlight like a portable barrier against the unknown.
"Wherever the iron maiden goes works fer me" He said to noone and everyone at once.
Before awaiting a response he just started singing to himself.
"Hi ho, hi ho, 'to the fog o war we go, where life depends on whats round bends and danger's to and fro oh.." *hums to himself*
Posted on 2009-10-10 at 14:01:10.
Edited on 2009-10-10 at 14:04:11 by Kaelyn
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: damn dell
Laptop overheated so I'm forced to post on a 3" blackberru screen or wait till morning for thepc
If no post is up b4 ur update almerin crellin will go with group consensus but I do have a little rhyme / ditty lined up for him hehe
Posted on 2009-10-10 at 08:49:03.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 1 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis
Subject: I too managed some free time!
Crellin smirked a crooked grin as his phantasmal kerchief wiped excess blood and soil from the now torn and burned remnants of his attire. As the pebble’s mother cradled the youth, Crellin’s view rose to fall upon the steely gaze of the seasoned warrior with a visage akin to someone who had a chip on their shoulder and a stone to pass.
There was something about her that unsettled the mage, yet filled him with an incredible sense of intrigue. Something about her eyes made Crellin feel like she was as explosive as Magnumopus’ brew concoctions were one only to rub her the wrong way. I wonder where to rub, surely behind all that steel and bravado there’s a fuse to light.. Everyone has their buttons, machinations be we all Crellin mused over the notion of seeing what made this cold veteran tick, but once more as was quite typical his attention was pried from its line of thinking as more and more Khordish parents became aware of the absence of their children, and a great clamor rose within the Spores, threatening to churn those within into a tumult of panic and chaos.
Somewhere fro within the boiling tension of those gathered a pair of voices arose. Between the gemhound Burrowfolk, and the broad shouldered warrior Thagovan, the threatening riot was calmed if not quelled, as a call for search parties and an expeditionary group was proposed. Crellin was pushed back and forth as a wave of Khord’s pushed this way and that. Breaking off into parties and groups with which to search for their missing kinfolk.
As Helengir passed by, her great shield a breaker against the surf Crellin fell in behind her. The direction of peoples movement had him pushed towards The warrior seeking to form a group of adventurers to investigate this trouble.
"Thagovan, ye know I'll be a comin'. Count in Helengir. Now..people...make way ye igits!"
Crellin smirked again a low chuckle escaping his lips, though lost in the sounds of hundreds of footfalls and voices. Hehe igits Before he knew it he was at the bottom of the stares, a group gathering about him. The weight of their eyes made him nervous, and when he was nervous… *Hic!*
Crellin looked up to meet Thagovan’s gaze filled with a seriousness and dedication. “If the boy was scarred by acid, ye may wish my knowledge in such things on yer hunt. I be*hiccup!* Crellin Ironsp*hic!* .. Crellin Iro*hiccup!* Crel*Hic* gah, just call me Flux and we’ll be fine and good.”
Posted on 2009-10-01 at 23:08:12.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: I posted!
I gots in under the wire!! gonna have to try nad slot in posting time before Friday night/ early sat morning lol
Posted on 2009-09-27 at 15:48:25.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 1 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis
Subject: I'm a Somebody, I can do something!
“But where are my manners. My name is Grothtorg. Nice to meet you.”
Crellin raised a darkened brow at the armor baring Khord to his side, his left eye twitching uncontrollably as lash tried unsuccessfully to bat away the remnants of the vile smoke/dust invaders… “Lone Adventurer? Aye, ye might say that.” the Khord mused as Grandfather Mugtwister rose to the tabletop.
“Ye see Things around me tend to have a habit of being pretty unpredictable.. I mean, it would be like in the middle of this fantastic wedding, some denizen of the underworld came waltzing down the stairs in a chain mail skirt selling baked goods for fundraising event for enough coin to break their contract of a year and a day…”
Crellin thought back to when he had crossed path’s with the demure mistress of the deep hells some years back.” Without thinking he licked his lips, remembering those delectable little cakes the mail laced femme fatal with bat-like wings and the cutest little tail that swished and swayed like fresh ale sloshing around a new cask had offered.. A single taste had sent his taste buds, whirling, his senses reeling.. and his entire coin purse traveling farther still.. I do wonder where I could have lost that, I mean I had it when I went to pay for the pastry he mused again., mind drifting to the memory of the tasty morsel… “mmmmm” He said obviously off in his own world.
“Good Gods of the Forge.”
A clamor rose as more and more in attendance took to the child standing in the doorway, stained with tears and blood. Some rushed to his side, other’s stood taken aback in awe… Crellin however, Just took the distraction as opportunity to grab another gift of happenstance, bringing an unattended tankard to his parched lips, washing down the very real sensation of that traveling saleswoman’s almost euphoric pastries…
“Govarund!” yelled a female voice… snapping Crellin from his mental escapism into reverie.. The Khord snapped his head up to the voice, taking in the scene of those encroaching upon the kneeling woman.
“Somebody help him. Somebody do something!”
Somebody? I’m a somebody, at least I think I am… is it after high sun? I do believe I’m only scheduled to be somebody after high sun.. but who can tell being as we’re underground! Crellin jumped forward, pushing his way through the crowd until he stood only a few feet away from the gathering around the child and his mother.
“I’m a somebody, and I can do something!” he blurted out drawing the gazes of those nearby. Clapping his hands and rubbing his knobby little fingers together, he began casting Prestidigitation a faint magical kerchief flying over to the boy and gently attempting to clean up the boy to a less, ‘I was just mauled by a terrible were-kitten’ state of observance.
(attempting to clean up/remove excess blood yadda yadda at the rate of 1 cube foot / rnd (6 seconds), make him look more presentable/ more easily discern wounds apart from stains and soiled garments.. I state attempt on the off chance you roll a 20 on a cantrip and y‘know.. I blow up the tavern or something :S)
Posted on 2009-09-27 at 15:45:05.
Edited on 2009-09-28 at 15:33:58 by Kaelyn
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: as some already know...
I've been in and out of hospital for the past 3 days, wont go into details but i was released last night, pulled my rear to work and have every intention of posting as soon as i get home.
Posted on 2009-09-26 at 11:09:11.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 1 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis
Subject: a creature of a different caliber.
“O’ hark ye a bellow to the cavern ceilings, a wedding be in full swing!” Came the words from the mouth of a harlequin posing in the masquerade of a Khord; the tone and pitch of his words rising from a low grumble to a cackle in the span of the single sentence. It had been many months since the addle minded Khord had been in the presence of so many others. Predictably, the unpredictable nature of both Crellin Ironspark’s magic, and demeanor left himself preferring the path of solitude; and his garish, almost ridiculous visage and dangerous countenance left the general public more than willing to give him a wide berth.
Crellin had actually only returned to civilization to procure another couple canaries, for his previous subjects had come to find that the unpredictability of harnessing raw mystical energy can wreak havoc upon the body…. In ways most peculiar… such as turning feathered limbs into lead weights. Oh how Crellin had tired to aid them in their rehabilitation, but alas, powers over the arcane he may hold, but gravity.. Tis another mystery to solve.
I don’t ever remember actually ‘hearing’ them hit the bottom of that mine shaft he thought to himself with a shrug, pushing the memory aside as music and clamoring filled his ears. As Crellin ambled into the bar, his motions causing his head to bob up and down as he took steps from one leg to another, the left slightly shorter than the right. Surely he was a curious sight indeed, but given the amount of ale and other potent brews being consumed en masse, he blended into the crowd as easily as a intoxicated exaggeration of visual stimuli, of which there was plenty.
Sliding over to the bar, and helping himself to the first tankard that passed his way, Crelling took a deep swig, the frothy head seeping into his thick copper beard. Letting out a gut wrenching belch followed by a giddy chirp of a bonny school lass, he hiccupped and fell into admiration of the patron apparently applying alchemical theory and arcane incantations to the mixology of different brews.
A waft of barley, then honey, then the arse end of a shocker lizard hit Crellin’s nose causing his uneven nostril’s to flair. He was about to comment that perhaps with a small cantrip he could help, but a sudden explosion stayed the voice upon his lips, which were blackened and stained with hops and other ingredients.
As sight returned and all eyes fell upon the magister of mixology, as Magnumopus began brushing Crellin off, all he could do was chuckle and wipe a streak of blackened foam from the pate of the nearest Khord, bringing it to his lips with a silly looking grin.
“Mmmm, now that’s good “
Posted on 2009-09-20 at 13:35:58.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: postage
Woke up, began finishing post, was on what i figured was last paragraph or so when i had to run out for groceries... Groceries with the gf somehow turned into 6 hours of shopping a rushed meal and going back to work so as soon as i'm home in the morning i'm finishing post and submitting.
That's no more than 6 hours from now .
Posted on 2009-09-20 at 08:30:28.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: unfortunately
Ginafae's likely right. Unless a name is in parenthesis beside an item it's considered stored by or carried by Bart....
as for posting, Sorry, went away and only had my phone... Back now, Birthdays tomorrow.. will likely update for all groups tomorrow night or tuesday morning.
Posted on 2009-08-17 at 03:09:53.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: I have a big meeting
with some corporate hot shots at work today... And it's right smack dab in the middle, which means I need to catch a nap before, and after... leaving little time to update for brianna or jozan and his brother.
I'll try to post if not today than tonight on my break, if not defiantely tomorrow.
Posted on 2009-08-06 at 13:57:12.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Truth that may lead to insight.
When I write the modules and scenarios, I do so with the consideration of 2 main things.
1, I scale the scenario based on the total group size fragmenting or seperating is fine, I often encourage it to allow more focus on the growth of the characters It adds some realism to the world, but doesn't change the world.. Meaning whether 1 man or an army enters the dragon's cave doesn't change the fact that there's a dragon living in said cave. It's all a matter of how prepared the group may.. or as life would have it, may not be for any given situation.
2. Any challenges I put into the game CAN be overcome, I take detailed looks at the complete resources that the players have at their disposal... however it is up to you the players to determine who or what resources are utilized best for any given challenge.
Posted on 2009-08-06 at 13:55:18.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: a tranquil evening
The night air was crisp and cool upon Elendil's skin as she let her steed graze during their respite on the way home. Stopping now they would reach the elven enclave in the early hours of morning. Nothing wrong with arriving rested and refreshed Elendil thought. As she set to bed for a few hours, the sounds of the Wealdath lulled her off to a peaceful sleep.
While Elendil 'slept', really a form of deep meditation, the forest around her was far from still. From outside the small clearing where the elf and her companions had chosen to stop a pair of eyes leered from the darkness.
Elendil's flying cohort cocked its head at a rustling in the foliage, but as its keen eyes scanned the surroundings, it could make out nary but field mice and a small hare scurrying to and fro.. Finding nothing amiss or of danger, it too soon fell fast asleep..
(Will continue into morning when other timelines move ahead some)
Posted on 2009-08-05 at 09:29:23.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: rattatouille anyone?
In the limited illumination of Dylan's light, the swarms of rodents moved en mass over Aelistae and Linnix, sweeping over them like the tide trying to overtake the shore. Linnix was almost instantly covered in clawing biting filth ridden vermin, a cry for aid only met with a rat trying to escape down the dark passage of her throat. It was all the woman could do but stumble and amble hopefully closer to Aelistae or the others, but the priestess had her own share of 4-legged pestilence to deal with.(Linnix-4hp)
Aelistae wanted to help her companion, wanted nothing more than to utter some lost word of power and vanquish the unending foe with the wrath of her goddess, but fate was not so kind. Regrouping, perhaps even retreating was all that was possible at the moment, and as rat after rat clawed and bit desperate to find flesh beneath armor or cloth, Aelistae's arm reached out and met Linnix's for but a moment...
Aelistae invoked a sanctuary upon Linnix, who gripped her arm for all her might, but there was no slipping, no loss of strength in her fingers to account for her friends sudden disappearance; she was simply.. Gone.
(-2hp Aelistae)
What a shock it was when the once nearly buried priestess appeared suddenly aside dylan and talus, sword drawn, and lingering rat promptly discarded.
There was little time however for cheerful reunions, as Linnix was far from free of danger. While the sanctuary spell provided a modicum of defence against the hundreds of rats surrounding her, those already occupying the same space as she, those buried beneath her cloak, and tearing nip after bite through her clothes were still doing their damnedest to feast upon young, succulent flesh.
Talus too wished he possessed the means to incinerate the enemy, to tap into some inner strength, to put his often thought accursed bloodline to something good.. But he was left with little options, and little hope it seemed. Aside him Dylan struck a sharp note as bow crossed string with a hiss, a sonic blast emanating before him in a cone, decemating a score and more of the creatures, opening room for Talus to take aim.
Releasing his brimstone blast, a single swarm burst into flames, the scurrying rodents clamoring over one another in their death throes, spreading the fires amongst a few more unfortunate swarms too close, before the sheer number of bodies extinguished the flame as a blanket suffocates a spark..
It should be noted however that between sonic and brimstone blasts, their is a momentary, visible lull in the advance of the creatures, as the entire body seemed to recoil for an instant, before pressing on again.
Rolling forward like an unstoppable force, the swarms overtook the defender's positions. Talus, Dylan, and Aelistae were once more put on the defensive as dozens of the enemy clung to their legs and thighs trying to claw up their bodies.. Talus' inherant resiiliency, and Aelistae's magical accessory helped to thwart much of their damage, but Dylan had no such added defences, and bite and claw after claw tore into the minstrel like a dozen papercuts all at once.. Something had to be done, and done soon, for if they were all consumed entirely by these swarms, none would see the light of day again.
(Talus-1hp) (Aelistae-1hp)
(Dylan-7hp)
Posted on 2009-08-05 at 09:05:32.
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