[i]The Bard’s voice rose in cadence the decibels pure, but though the walls around them seemed to tremble they did not crack, the Bards voice still not enough somehow.
However having recovered her footing on the wall of crystal her claws dug in to hold her steady the Bat joined her voice, or more like her screech, to that of the Bards singing and things began to happen. The slowing wall trembled, it cracked and as the stress finally became too much, exploded into millions of tiny crystal shards. The force of the explosion’s concussion, turning the crystal shards into tiny missiles of death, slammed into the party at a speed faster then a charging knight’s mount to rip them apart leaving none standing, leaving for the moment, none to tell the tale.[/i]
Haila’s vision had faded quickly turning black as her life was being played back to her in reverse, remembering the most recent events first. The reunion. The betrayal. The tasks. Each progressing much faster, as if her life were naught but a movie being rewound without stopping. Watching her life as an outsider, from the eyes of whatever Gods watched over them. Laying motionless where the blast had landed her, until the echo of a familiar voice pulled her from her current state now fast forwarding through the same memories she had just viewed.
“Corellon, Great One. I call on you to aid me to raise my companion. I have served you faithfully for many years. My need is great.” The words echoed into her mind as Rayne’s voice penetrated through the depths of the underworld and pulled me from its deathly grip. Consciousness returned slowly as words were heard but not comprehended. A sharp breath drew in as the woman’s lungs begged for air. Filling the lung, her eyes were slow to flutter open, as her eyes had to adjust to her surroundings. Her whole body ached, it felt as if she were submerged in a pool of lava. Head pounding, her vision was cloudy as only silhouettes were first seen. A woman was near her, and blinking away the foggy feeling she finally noticed it to be Rayne. A familiar feeling washed over her body as her friend had cast healing spells upon her. Thankful yet her lungs not fully replenished from the air, she drew in several deep breaths for her starving lungs. When finally she was completely aware of her surroundings Haila turned to Rayne and hugged her “Thank You Rayne.”
Feeling refreshed though a slight breeze swept over her body, a chill ran through her. In that moment she realized what had happened. Confused and cold, she realized that Rayne had summoned her God, to raise her from the depths of the underworld. In that moment she vowed she would one day return the favor of saving her companions life. Twice now she owed a profound debt to this spellcaster, and she was a woman of her word, she would find a way to release herself of this debt. Having realized that she had died, she went to work sorting out which spells she would memorize. Thinking hard on all the tasks in which they had passed, trying to find a pattern in which to perhaps foreshadow what awaited them through the next task.
After a moment she chose some spells to memorize, and she had fallen asleep quickly, as her pain and discomforts had washed away. The night passed quickly while she slept, and was awoken to the aroma of food. Her stomach growled in anticipation of the food to come. Slowly her eyes opened and fluttered several times as her eyes adjusted to the lighting anew. Haila rose stiffly from the uncomfortable ground and greeted her company with a nod of acknowledgment. Since the explosion her ears had been ringing, but after the sleep it was easier to hear clearly, just as last night it was easier to see clearer after a moment’s time. The smell teased her senses as she thanked her friends who were awake. After a quick morning snack, she sat up feeling refreshed yet still stiff from sleeping on the floor. Slowly finding her feet the woman stretched her throbbing limbs trying to replenish the blood flow from sleeping cramped up in a tight ball. Sitting back on the floor to await the rest of the spells to take effect, she contemplated their adventure a little while longer.
Lost in thought, her eyes shot to her lap as a sudden weight landed upon her lap. In that same moment a surge of happiness flooded the maiden. Her cat had been resurrected, and her world was slowly returning to the happier place it had been. Last night she was heartbroken when the “Raise Dead” spells failed to resurrect her love interest. Her heart breaking slowly at the realization that even at this point, Divot remained still, breathless, lifeless. Yet on the brighter side, she had her familiar, and for the moment, that comforted her sorrow filled heart. Patiently she sat, silently plotting as she waited through the night for the spell casters to wake. Dreading the thought of what lay ahead on their path to complete this task.
After a long moment her eyes floated to Kenji and she studied him gently, watching as he meditated. A small smile spread across her lips and her eyes closed as her head dipped low allowing her body to relax as she awaited the word that they were ready to move. A small part of her heart still hoping that Divot would live, yet she knew should he die, she would seek revenge, and she was sure even Death would not be able to claim her until her thirst had been quenched. Patiently waiting her eyes remained closed praying it was all a bad dream and that Divot would be awake when she opened her eyes next.
A blink of an eye set Cor's mind at ease. He had just finished casting Raise Dead on Althena and when she blinked he knew he had been successful. "Gave us all a scare there lass; without ya we canna finish this mission." Cor wasted no time in casting healing spells upon here and soon she was in full health. Turning his attention to Evie, Cor tried in vain to raise her. "Seems the gods have firm hold on this one. I hope she is in a happy place." With one raising spell remaining he moved to the Elvin Cat. 'I wonder?' he thought to himself. Moments later he cast his spell on the dead feline and was somewhat shocked that it actually worked. After a few healing spells, Cor spoke to the cat. "Good kitty. No go see your master for she will need some cheering up."
When all raising and healing were finished, two still lay dead. Neither Evie nor Divot would walk with the group any more. "I donna mean to sound callous but check them for useful items. There is no way to bury them here and a fire would risk a smoky death for us all. Arrange them as best we can and we wil pray over them. Say your goodbye's but do so quickly for we must move on. We stay this night so we can all regain spells and move again as soon as possible."
Cor settled in for another quick slumber.
Posted on 2009-06-11 at 13:45:22.
Brianna Not Dragon Mistress Karma: 105/32 2282 Posts
Rayne had tried and tried again to Raise Divot. She made her prayer but nothing flowed from her as she cast--or she tried to cast it.
When Cor spoke Rayne looked up and sat back and stood up. "So be it, what the Gods desire is." She would miss that scamp Divot, always delving into to things some better left undiscovered and untried like when he poisoned himself on the trap at the outer door. Evie, she hardly knew the young woman, but any such loss was felt.
She brings help to arrange the bodies and uses their own bedroll to cover each up. She prayed over them both wishing them best for their souls.
Posted on 2009-06-11 at 22:47:11.
Edited on 2009-06-12 at 01:24:49 by Brianna
Cycil healed where healing was needed and prayed with the others when Cor and Rayne tries unssuccessfully to raise Evie and Divot. She was glad when Athena, Haila and her cat had been raised and tried to remain hopeful for the others that were still dead.
Other than that she relearns her spells, and stays close to Connall, without being a tagalong.
It is hard not to dwell on the green worls she had been pulled from, but she knew she was not ready for it yet, there was too much that needed doing in this world.
"Ulthok," a soft gentle voice called out from behind him. "It is not yet your time to be here. Your friends need you by their side, still."
The halfling turned around to see a gentle looking elven male. His eyes contained knowledge and wisdom, his very air projecting a sense of authority and power.
"Then I will go," Ulthok said without a hint of regret in his voice. It was to adventure yet again, this nice place could wait a bit longer.
Ulthok woke up to the sight of Rayne's face. Her lavender eyes peered into his with Golden colored hair a little disheveled. A soreness ached through his body as if it was getting over being stiff, or being A stiff. He wondered if what he had just gone through had been just a dream or if it had been real. Him, speaking with a god, yeah. He scoffed at the notion that a god would lower themselves to speak with him. He was just one of the wee fold after all.
He heard Cor's shouts and Rayned sprinted over to the dwarven priest. Ulthok's body protested as he got up and hobbled to where the two were at. It was Divot. Rayne's lips moved as if in prayer, and after a couple minutes, she opened here eyes and just shook her head.
"Brother," the word came out as a whimper, and Ultok dropped to his knees.
The times they shared as little halfling children. When he had yelled at Divot to stop diggin around in them holes and to just be content to see the animals when they surfaced. Divot had never been a normal halfling by any means, but he was his brother after all. And weren't you supposed to have feelings for your brother?
Ulthok contented himself to curling up in a seated position with his legs up to his chest and gently crying himself into a slumber.
(OOC: Alright, he needed to rest anyway, so there it is. Upon waking, Ulthok will study his spellbook as he must put the good of the group before his own emotions. Oh, and can we have two rings of wizardry or just one?)
"I would like to take the Haversack, it would be very useful to me," Cynil pauses and looks about the group, if no one asks for it she walks over and takes it. "Whomever is down healing potions should take them first, if not I will take them to be used as needed for party members."
She will also take the lute as a memorial to the young woman they had known so briefly.
Posted on 2009-06-22 at 18:38:49.
Edited on 2009-06-22 at 18:41:18 by Dragon Mistress
Kenji stood watch after his rest and meditation; he left the others to grieve over their fallen friend and brother. He had not known them all that long to become attached to any of them, besides it was not the Samurai way to mourn those that fell in battle. They had fulfilled their destiny and died with honor, it was the way of life and all that any could hope for in the end.
When instructed to strip the dead of anything useful, Kenji would help to remove the packs, weapons and other items that they might need on the quest. He himself was only interested in food or healing type potions, things he might find useful. The other items he put in a pile for the others to decide what they wished to take. He could carry some extra things if need be, but he would not load himself down so that he was hindered in his movements.
Once this unpleasantness was over, he would wait for them to be ready as he was to head out and on to the next challenge. He would be ready and in whatever position that their Leader wished him to take. He only ached for a real foe they could battle with steel; all these silly traps were not something the Samurai was use to and he felt inadequate when he could not help them escape some death trap that required minds greater than his own.
Everyone rested for but the briefest of time as they slowly regained strength and spells. Having experienced death each was lost in his or her own thoughts and as if watching from the edges each sleeper could feel the presence of the sword, yet it made no move to control any, perhaps its experience with Haila had given it pause. 8 hours later it was once again time to continue forward and with gear from the two they would have to leave behind packed equally among all they set forth.
With a last silent goodbye to both Divot and Evie, Ulthok once more in the lead position, the party moved out of the room, the once open door slamming shut behind the last one out once more.
The party covered ground quickly as they first moved around a turn to the left then 50 feet later a turn to the right coming almost at once to yet another door exact as all the others before.
A quick check by Ulthok, no traps found, the door opened and in the party went, to find themselves in a 20x40 x30 room.
The center of the room was highlighted by a simple plain stone block raised to just about chest high on a normal human frame. The top of the stone block the party could see was flat and unmarked but for two round open holes in progression leading to a third rounded hole holding a pink peg. To the side of this resting in an attached bowl were 8 more rounded pegs in the colors of Red, Yellow, Green, White, Bronze, Black, Gold and lastly Blue.
The room empty but for this stone block, a door to the east, and numerous small holes in the base of the walls, stood quiet, undisturbed, the floor and stone block covered in dust.
(OOC: Ok there you have it the next room in this dungeon... Good Luck......)
Posted on 2009-06-29 at 04:24:52.
Edited on 2010-01-20 at 05:19:53 by TannTalas
Cynil looks about taking in the black ater and the pegs.
"Something tells me we have to find the right pegs to put in the holes so that the door will open for us. I would suggest we look about for some clues or riddles to help us figurew out which pegs go where."
(OOC Cynil took the haversack and the lute, see last post by me.)
Kenji was glad to be underway again, he hated sitting around waiting for anything. He tread softly behind Ulthok as the Halfling checked for traps; when they reached the next room and the door was cleared, Kenji entered his hand on the hilt of sword.
Scanning the room he was a bit disappointed to see no enemies to battle; he sighed as yet another puzzle was revealed to hold their lives in the balance. The Samurai hated this solving of riddles and puzzles; it was not his forte; he preferred a stand up fight with an enemy that he could kill.
"Something tells me we have to find the right pegs to put in the holes so that the door will open for us. I would suggest we look about for some clues or riddles to help us figure out which pegs go where." Cynil spoke up.
Kenji grunted in acknowledgment and slowly moved around the room looking for clues, anything out of the ordinary and of course another way out of this room. He brushed at the dust on the floor and then, with a sudden thought, went up to the stone block and with his left hand he carefully brushed at the dust there hoping it might reveal some writing or drawings that might solve this puzzle.
Cor waited until the others had a look at the latest puzzle and then moved up himself. "I agree that the pegs are the key here but how is the question." The old dwarf scratched his head. "I suppose that using a red peg, then a white peg that together add up to the already placed white one would be too easy. And I am sure that wrong answers will be 'rewarded'."
Posted on 2009-07-01 at 13:03:34.
Brianna Not Dragon Mistress Karma: 105/32 2282 Posts
Rayne looked at the puzzle before her. As she named the colors she remembered the riddle at the beginning of the testz. She fought to recall it. It mentioned the colors red, green black, white, and that they would choose the right ones.
So this was that test. She walked up and then around the pillar and examined it from all sides.
Pink what does pick have to do with any of the extra colors. She discarded the rainbow and a possible solution, black, white gold, bronze and pink were not part of the rainbow. From her childhood she remembered that the primary colors were red, yellow, and blue. Intermediate colors AL other colors could be made form them but black, white and true grey, and gold and bronze were metals. Were they to organized from dark to light for from light to dark. She thought of her lessons in painting and drawing and the mixing of colors, She love to mix up the colors when she was young. She might have shosen the primary colors if the pink peg were not already in the third hole.
So to her mind the pink peg was the clue. It was the only clue she could find in the room besides the riddle. Pink is a mixture of white and red so perhaps she is to look for others things that are a mixture of colors. So Rayne continued to reason this out. Green was the mixture of yellow and blue, and bronze could be made in paints by adding black to gold. It was "a" possible answer but not necessarily "the" answer, and one thing she knew is that a mistake was prove costly to them all. She had to share her idea with the others.
"Listen, I think I have a possible answer to this puzzle. I thought about Primary colors, neutrals colors, and metallic but with the pink peg up there already, then the pink peg is the clue. Pink is a mixture of white and red. There are two other mixed colors, green is the mixture of blue and yellow, and bronze can be made by adding black to gold. Based on that, I think the the missing pegs are the green one and the bronze one. That is I I hope those are the ones. On the other hand could be just the red and whit peg too because red and white make pink but I think that is too simple and easy a combination of colors and many would think of them. This test was not designed for the many"
"However, I want to think some more about it more and listen to any other possible explanations before we try anything. If we do this wrong I know that it would most likely set of the trap and those have proven costly."
Posted on 2009-07-01 at 16:52:36.
Edited on 2009-07-01 at 19:34:28 by Brianna
Brianna Not Dragon Mistress Karma: 105/32 2282 Posts
Taking action, Rayne moves forward and takes up the bronze and green peg.
"Be prepared this may not be right, but it is my best guess as to the answer to the riddle."
Rayne places the bronze peg at the top and the green second. the pink peg stick out of the bottom hole.
With the room described and the challenge of what colors where, all that was needed now was one to set it all in motion. With Divot’s death that task seemed to have fallen to none other then the Ranger/Cleric Rayne.
With two open peg slots leading to a third holding a pink peg it was she who did attempt the first of the color combinations hoping it would be right. The bronze peg first, the green one second all waited to see the result...
A grinding sound as if metal doors raising was clearly heard by all but it was Ulthok who first noticed from where. As the party had first entered they had noticed the small openings around the floor of the rooms walls now Ulthok could see a lightening of the dark area’s there. As he brought the rest of the parties attention to them they could see the shadows disappear, a pause, then a few moments later from one of the holes there appeared a single strange creature of which the party had never seen before.
Before the party, standing at only a foot tall, was a creature of two arms, one holding a stone axe, and two legs with a boulder type shell upon its back. Its face hidden, but for two glowing eyes from within the shell, it seemed to gaze at the party in an intelligent manner as if sizing them up, chirping a strange language to itself. Then as if it had seen enough it was gone, back into the nearest opening from which it had first emerged.
The room quiet once more, the main door out yet closed, the pink peg still lodged firmly in place........
(OOC: Ok as I am having to work at least the next ten days straight, all nights, there will be no post by me till after that, so there should be no reason why all the existing players still in the game cannot post. Hope to see those posts people.)