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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: The Demand
September 6th/Saturday/Sunset
Central Ralnaria
Kelzonian Village
“Hwe have traided deeth ov yur freend for socrifice to mighty river guardian. He alloo us to fish gud skekska fish, and he is protector ov our cove. We mast make sacrifice tonate. Yeu mast help. Then yeu show reason for trust, and may stay tonate as guests. But yeu mast help tonite as payment for saving.”
As the lizard-man finished, the boat jarred, as it hit the sand of the beach, and skidded to a halt. Two of the lizard men grabbed a hold of a segment of the armored railing of the boat, and unhinged it, forming a ramp. However, the lizard men remained watching the party, spears in hand, awaiting a response. The silence and the pause were only slightly interrupted by the pale, blue glow that clung to Rinrins tiny hand, and seeped into the torn pants and flesh of Damiens leg.
Elandor was the first to respond.
“Yes, we would love to help you guys out with your party! That’s great, not only do we make new friends, we learn of their habits right away. How do you see this sacrifice? You’re not going to offer one of your own, are you? I say we catch a bunch of fish, put some good seasoning over them and prepare them to the eel’s liking, but if you think that’s not really the thing to do, then just let us know and we’ll come up with something else more suitable for your mighty guardian who makes sure you get food in safety so that you can live long and happily with a sacrifice every now and then.”
His shrill voice was etched with excitement, and the lizard-men studied him as if he was a stone sitting on the beach, rather than an important member of a distinguished group of world-savers. He seemed to comprehend the creatures black stares…though they always seemed to have a rather empty look, and slowed down his words.
“We –pointing at himself- will – help – you – pointing at the lizardman.”
He repeated with a big grin.
The lizardman, who despite all his identical similarities to the others, seemed their leader, nodded. Rinrin nodded, and the rest of the party remained silent. His sharp, golden eyes glanced over them once, before signaling one clawed hand to the others, who lowered the ramp. Stepping to the side, he allowed the party to go first, and they did so. Once on the damp, sandy beach, the party realized they were surrounded by the lizardmen. Though they held the spears at their sides, not a golden eyed glances were shot at them. It was clear the group was not trusted.
The lizard-men did not speak as they led them across the beach, and towards the two watchtowers that the party had glimpsed earlier. Now, they got a better look. The natural, stone walls of the cave seemed to narrow into a funnel here, and on either side of the tunnel that was formed, stood these rickety towers. They were about the height of 4 men and made of wood, and standing atop them were two lizard-men. Sprawling between the two towers, and walling off the tunnel was what could only be described as a wooden fence, rather then a wall. As the group approached, one of the lizard-men signaled to the sentries, who took ahold of a wheel, situated on either tower. As they turned, a segment of the fence lifted.
The group passed through and into a tunnel. The luminous mushrooms didn’t grow here, and the tunnel was lit by torches, that smoked and sputtered noxiously. The lizard-men still did not speak, and the group began to feel more like prisoners then rescued guests. After only about a minute, the tunnel turned a bend, and the party saw, for the firs time in what must have felt like ages, the sun. (grugg…you can turn off your scythe now  )
The tunnel had brought them beneath what seemed like a gigantic slab of flat rock, or the gaping mouth of a cave. The place was larger then the biggest of Lethonanian collosiums! Wedged beneath the shade of the rock shelf was an entire village! Huts made of leather, wood, and stone alike huddled together, and the walls and flooring of the shelf seemed to have been carved into three step-like levels. Huts and tunnels even wormed their way into the wall. Beyond the mouth of the shelf, the sun blazed like fire, setting over a craggy, shrub choked landscape.
The lizard-men did not hesitate to lead the group down the stairs, to the second level. As they walked, lizardfolk stared with intelligent, cold eyes. It seemed impossible to tell which were males and which were females, and the creatures varied in color from brown to green, to grayish, with a range of patterns running along their backs and horny. Perhaps the difference between genders could be found with the strange horns that lined the snouts and crowned upon the brows of many of the lizardfolk. Beneath their skull helms, it was hard to tell if their guards possessed horns or not.
The group arrived outside a rounded tent of sewn skins. It was larger then all the others, and covered with white and black squarelike patterns. Two armed guards stood on either side of a flap. The group noted that the lizard-mens spears were very crude, without even sporting a head. But the sharpened points looked very deadly. Their apparent leader stepped forward and one of the guards opened the flap. He entered, leaving the party surrounded by these silent, watchful creatures.
After a long moment, he reemerged. Alone.
“Gzluk’creq ssay hwe take yeu too gather ssacrifice now. It get dark an’ farmer’men put away cattle sooon.”
He paused a moment, studying the group. If he was not a reptile, he may have been grinning.
“hwe mast take two bullss fram zem. Yeu will help wiz raid.”
Walking by them, he started down the steps and towards the outside.
“Hwe go now.”
The group of lizard-men began to move forward to follow, (if the party hesitates, they will be prodded).
Posted on 2007-01-21 at 17:48:02.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Yarg!
Depressed!?!
*sigh* that wasn't my intentions...Draven isn't depressed at all. *changes game plan*
And Woo for the map! This makes things a little easier.
Posted on 2007-01-20 at 19:45:24.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: what?
*Cry*
A Damien!?!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I tell Tek often how much I hate Damien, because hes so whiny and "woes me"ish.
I tell him Draven would kill him if they ever met, lol...and Teks response is "and Damien would let him".
Posted on 2007-01-19 at 16:18:25.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: The Payment
September 6th/Saturday/Evening
Central Ralnaria
Underground River
Teros spoke to the creatures in his native language, and the party listened to the thick, rolling words obliviously. They could understand nothing, but by his tone and confidence, he was attempting to thank them, and make an explanation for their business in what must be the lizardmens territory. He finished and for a moment the creatures said nothing. It was impossibly by their posture and reptilian features, just what they were thinking. When the apparent leader spoke again, his hissing words were foreign. Teros seemed to understand, however.
“Sshrel’a Novle se ra Senlorq, reh Shrel’a uin sse Ruy’ve Quyle. Noc ak sstarue Sshrel’a is av derna, ala trelve Golgah Sskrik’lik te berv’raka negyu natch tassi.”
Now a soggy Rinrin had stepped beside Teros, and offered her own thanks, and an explanation that equaled Teros’. The Kelzonians now studied her, impassive, and without feeling. She finished with a request to heal Teros, and the lead Kelzonian nodded. Rinrin rushed to Damien, who lay, pale, in a spreading pool of his own blood. She continued to speak as she studied the wound.
"Please, tell us what we might do, if anything, to repay your kindness, and for whatever hardship might have been placed upon you by our intrusion. Our group simply wishes to pass through; we meant the dragon eel no undue harm, and we are in your debt for your most generous intervention."
The Kelzonians response was immediate.
“Hwe have traided deeth ov yur freend for socrifice to mighty river guardian. He alloo us to fish gud skekska fish, and he is protector ov our cove. We mast make sacrifice tonate. Yeu mast help. Then yeu show reason for trust, and may stay tonate as guests. But yeu mast help tonite as payment for saving.”
As he finished, the boat jarred, as it hit the sand of the beach, and skidded to a halt. Two of the lizard men grabbed ahold of a segment of the armored railing of the boat, and unhinged it, forming a ramp. However, the lizard men remained watching the party, spears in hand, awaiting a response. The silence and the pause were only slightly interrupted by the pale, blue glow that clung to Rinrins tiny hand, and seeped into the torn pants and flesh of Damiens leg.
(used Cure Light Wounds. Damien is now at 38 of 40. His right pant leg hangs by a thread over the thigh, and a scabbed, slash is all that remains.)
Posted on 2007-01-17 at 03:35:32.
Edited on 2007-01-17 at 03:36:31 by Valimar
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Draven
Draven will go to the tavern that the guard so kindly recommended to him. ANd he will stay there, in his room or drinking and eevesdropping. He has no intentions of being near any of the party.
Posted on 2007-01-15 at 19:34:44.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Woo
Draven paced impatiently until the guards had finished with the traveler before them. When they had finished, he wasted no time in strolling up to them, and grunting four words.
"Where's yer best pub?"
(He will spend pretty much his entire time there.)
Posted on 2007-01-14 at 18:37:47.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: From Dragon to Clan
September 6th/Saturday/Evening
Central Ralnaria
Underground River
An explosion of water and wood roared in the monsters response to Teros' pleas. The beast did not care. As each of the stranded members struggled to stay afloat, and grip at their backpacks, the Dragon Eel resurfaced. A pillar of silver scales towered over them, and in it's beaked maw dangled Damien. A cascade of red water poured from him and into the glossy, blackened water.
A horn had sounded, and had gathered their attention. Noone spoke however. Whether the approaching boat was friend or foe, none knew, but some would take their chances with it. After what must have only been a split second, but seemed an eternity, an eruption of spells lit the water, like the arcane fire that dots a battlefield. A flash of burning fire seared through Teros' sword. A cloud of mist began to rise. Damien, though dangling and seemingly helpless, surprised them all when he suddenly lunged his arm towards the monsters face, and a stream of some sort of glittering cloud enshrouded its beak. Nearly simultaneously, the entire underground lake lit up as if they were suddenly outside and in the desert. Scourge had activated his scythe. For a moment, everyone was blinded, but when sight returned, the monster was thrashing in a furious frenzy. Its face was coated and glittering a brilliant gold. In its surprised rage, it let go of Damien, who flew more like a childs rag doll then a living, full grown man. He splashed hard into the water, near the oncoming ship, and Teros.
The sound of snapping leather was not heard over the roars of the monster, and the pebble that struck it from Elandors Hoopak didnt seem to effect it. It dove beneath the water, and a wave of red and gold water washed over the group. The light that shone from Scourges scythe was like a sun, and it penetrated the water like a pool in midday. Looking down, they could see...
The water was not so deep. They could see the smooth, rock floor, perhaps 30 feet down. (I wish I knew metric..curse America's measuring system) The monster was at the bottom, rolling furiously against the stone floor. Without a word, they all made a break for the armored boat. First however. Rinrin cast a spell from the back of her paddling dog. The water beside her churned and boiled, and a large creature surfaced beside her and gave a roar. Its face looked very much like a lions, save it was greenish, and scaled beneath a main that looked like damp seaweed. Its body looked very much like a seals. Perhaps a bit larger, however. The beast didn't need any coaxing from Rinrin. In an instant it was beneath the waves, and after the leviathan below.
*******
When at last he neared the ship, Teros could nolonger hear the roars of the monster, and he knew it must be beneath them. Instinctively, chills that were not from the cold ran up his spine. It could grab any of them at any moment. He was about to shout up to them, when a rope landed across his shoulder. He looked at it for only a second in surprise, before deactivating and resheathing his blade, grabbing it and pulling himself aboard desperately.
When at last hey lay, on his stomach in a puddle of water on deck, he brought himself to look up. A reptilian creature stood over him on two, slender, clawed legs. Over its chest was a vest of small, interlaced bone and leather, and a loincloth of leather and dangling bone hung from its waist. Spiked, bony spauldrons clung to its shoulders, and it wore a helm that Teros swore was the actual skull of something. Its unblinking, yellow eyes peered through the eye sockets. In its hand was a spear.
He tore his eyes away to watch 3 other lizard men pull Damien like a fish, onto the deck. The water that pooled around him was red. Pushing himself to his feet, Teros attempted to bow gratefully, but it looked more like an awkward nod.
"Please! We must help my friends."
*****
It was a race, and they knew that. The group splashed and paddled as quickly as they could, and without wait or regard for the others. Primal instinct, and dread pushed them now. The boat was now very near, and they could see Teros standing beside one of the Lizard creatures.
Ropes were tossed to them, and they accepted. It seemed forever before they were all on board. Marie was the last to climb, and she was halfway up the rope when the water exploded again. The Eel held the sea cat in its jaws, and was shaking it like a dog would to a toy. Blood and water splattered aboard, and when the monster let loose of the sea cat, it struck against the far wall with a sickening smack, before floating lifelessly in reddened water.
Marie had froze in terror, but the lizardman who stood beside Teros grabbed her rope and hauled her up. They were short, perhaps the size of a medium sized woman, but they were strong.
The Dragon Eel now froze, glaring at them with eyes that were like pools of death. The Lizardmen, whom the group counted to be ten of, pushed by them and bowed at the edge of the ship. They bowed not as servants eager to please, but rather, as men showing respect only because they must. One of them spoke in a strange, series of hisses and clicks that sounded much more like the noises of an animal then an actual language.
The dragon responded with a roar so loud, that a glop of white landed on Scourges shoulder. Orion fluttered and squawked in terror. Conjori also, was in such fear that the dog was tumbling and panting, laying on it's side in submission.
"Thou wilt honor thy saviors. Double their offerings they hath done, on thous behalf. Thous debt, they shall pay. Farewell."
And the monster slipped back beneath the waves, leaving barely a ripple in its wake.
An uneasy silence set in, and the group turned to face the lizard folk. The only noise was a small, muffled grunt of pain, from Damien, who still lay on the ground, gripping his thigh. Two of which stood on opposite sides of the circular craft, and they each were busy turning a strange wheel, that was shaped similarly to the wheel of a human ship. Though, it seemed that these wheels actually gave the ship movement. The rest studied the group.
(After any of the group thanks them.)
One of the lizardfolk spoke. It was impossible to tell him from the others. They all were between gray and brown, and wearing similar armor. His voice was more a hissing rasp then an actually voice. Perhaps these creatures didn't have vocal chords? Even so, his accent was thick and very hard to understand.
"een our water yew bee. Hawyy? Shood note be een Kelzonian lands."
Posted on 2007-01-14 at 18:24:03.
Edited on 2007-01-14 at 18:44:01 by Valimar
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Of Gods and Dragons
September 6th/Saturday/Evening
Central Ralnaria
Underground River
"Show him the hilt and the plate that gives the vision."
Teros would not look away from the monstrous head that loomed, only inches from his face.
"The hilt is called the Hilt of Light, and it will become a weapon that will save this world. While the plate, I do not know its name, but it shows us where we must go next. This is all the evidence I can think to provide, unless you can gaze at the night sky and see several new stars that were created when we took leaves from a tree in an Elven village."
The boat, by nature of it’s substance, would never truly sink. It was wood, after all, and under the weight of the party, it floated a good two feet beneath the water. Vilyamar had only just gotten back into it, for at least inside the boat, he wouldn’t have to swim, and he wouldn’t have to worry about what might lurk beneath his dangling legs. The baggy, crème colored pants and vest he had replaced his forest colored robes, now clung to his skin, and the cloth headpiece that he had been wearing now floated in the water behind him. His silver/gray hair clung to his shoulders. Unslinging the leather pouch from over his shoulder, he began to search for the dagger hilt. Elandor also, had taken off his backpack and was withdrawing the Talisman of Deliverance.
The others waited, nervously. The monsters serpentine body, they could see, had loosely coiled around the boat. Not that they stood any chance of out swimming it, even if they tried.
“Here.”
Vilyamar splashed his way to the front of the submerged boat, remaining still behind Teros. He held up a rod, perhaps the length of a womans forarm. It was white, glittered with a frosting of diamonds. It could be the hilt to just about any weapon.
“This is the hilt that was bestowed upon us when we set on our journey. We are to use this with the Diamond of light as a weapon against the Dark Lord.”
Elandor too, had withdrawn the talisman, but the reaction of the monster to Vilyamar’s words were enough to freeze him, and the rest of the group. It’s head had snapped back with such speed and force, that it’s neck had sent a wave washing over Teros and Vilyamar, dousing them further. Teros’ own cloth headpiece now floated in the water. To judge the actions of a dragon, or a dragon eel Is difficult, but it would seem the reaction was that of surprise.
“Dark Lord thou sayeth? Then the creator has risen….”
The party waited for ages.
“Foolish children of air. Dost thou know nothing of dragonkind? Daresay I that thou dost not, or ye would not have spoken of thy quest. Created was my kind during the first great war, and fought we against the light hordes.”
A moan of despair crawled over the group. It came from Damien, who looked the color of a fishes belly. The monsters head lowered again, like a manikin on invisible strings, and this time it glared down at the bard.
“Dost thou fear the might of Gerugoth? Perhaps thou fear the darkness that shall engulf thy light ridden lands? Perhaps thou art just cowardly and fear to fight.”
The monsters head lifted, and it spoke to the party now.
“No, I nolonger care of the will of the creator. Nor care I for the will of the allied Dieties, or for men. Nomatter the fate Alhanna, whether light or dark, the seas remain, and I will remain. I will not impend thy journey any more for it. But I will still feed.”
“I have had my talk with ye, little man. Now I shall claim one of thine own for my gullet, as was arranged already.”
Without hesitation, the monsters beaked head plunged down like a bolt from a ballista, straight for Damien, who kicked off the boat, just in time. The beast hit the water (in the center of the group) in an explosion of water and shattered wood. The group was flung through the water and scattered, to tread helplessly like bobbing apples. The monster was submerged now, and the water was like a dark mirror, revealing only fragmented blue/green light from the mushrooms above.
It was at this point, that a piercing, shrill sound. Some sort of Horn Blast, rather, rang over the water. From the strip of land, and the two watchtowers, came a boat, or what seemed to be a boat. It was rather large, and very heavily armored with what looked like spiked bone, or shell. It was circular, and more like a spinning top then a boat. Infact even as it approached, it rotated slowly. Ringing it were several of what looked like a strange blend between catapult and ballista. Perhaps more closely described as scorpion tails formed from crude wood. Massive spikes were poised in a manner that any of the group could tell were clearly for thrusting downward, like deadly harpoons. The figures that moved between the plates of armor, and the harpoons of the boat were very clearly…reptilian.
An eruption of water near where Rinrin clung to a frantically paddling Conjori revealed the monstrous Dragon Eel once more. Damien dangled from it’s beak. His thigh caught in a vice grip…
Posted on 2006-12-31 at 12:10:46.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: King of the River
September 6th/Saturday/Evening
Central Ralnaria
Underground River
Compared to the thundering, liquid voice of the dragon-shaped eel, Teros’ own cracked pleas sounded insignificant and small. This was a creature worth revering. This was a beast worthy of worship, and very likely was by the tribes of sea dwelling races that the group had heard of in stories.
However weak he seemed, Teros’ words did seem to strike with the monster, and it pulled back its head so that it towered over them like a dripping, silver pillar. It regarded him for a moment, and if it was human, it might have been laughing.
“Servants of the Gods? I have partaken of few of them in mine day. Yet ye art the first to declare thyself on ‘holy quest’.”
The monster lowered it’s head once more, and it’s sharp, bony beak came within inches of Teros’ face. One snap and his head and half his torso would be missing.
“If thou lies to me, I shall devour all of thee. Prove thy quest.”
Posted on 2006-12-24 at 12:26:08.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: HAH
I choose the latter. Good luck cutting my skin with a potatoe  .
Would you rather
Go Scuba Diving, in the nude, in the Baltic during January
or
Spend a romantic Evening with Grugg.
Posted on 2006-12-23 at 15:01:29.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Encounter to Encounter
September 6th/Saturday/Mid Afternoon
Central Ralnaria
Hajin Ra-Underground River
Her first bluff had put them out of reach of Ihsahn’s bolt, but had Rinrin helped them to safety, or made matters worse? Damien still stood, looking pale and miserable beneath the steady aim of over a dozen men. The little gnome was quick to relay her plan to the rest of the party, who listened intently, and agreed to go with it. What else could be done? The party had apparently made up their minds not to willingly hand over the wealth of Lavuria to this group of miscreants. If Ihsahn wanted to steal from a Goddess, he would have to do it himself.
Counting to three, Rinrin set into weaving her spell. Scourge patiently waited, giving her a slight head start. The plan was for her magical sounds to distract Ihsahn and his men to the point of letting up their guard. Then, Scourge would cast his own spell, sending visual distractions and hopefully a clouding effect, giving Damien enough time to leap into the hallway with the rest of the group.
The spell was cast, and even the party tensed slightly. The corridor was filled with the sounds of clashing steel, and the cries of dying men. A ghostly, invisible battle raged around them. Damien looked at them now, and nodded. He understood. Scourge was already setting his hands into motion, weaving the intricate pattern of light and motion. Suddenly, an explosion of glimmering, dancing greens, pinks, and blues erupted over Damiens head like Fireworks on Midsummer’s Feast. Though they could not see the lip of the pit, they could hear cries of surprise, and, Rinrin was certain she heard Ihsahn curse. Without hesitation, Damien leapt towards the group, landing in a summersault, and stumbled into their midst.
Without hesitation, the party turned and fled towards the hole in the wall. Elandor lead the way, like a child running to the Yule Tree. Behind them, Ihsahn’s voice was loud and demanding. They must be descending into the pit!
Reaching the hole in the wall, Elandor wasted no time in running through the kender sized crevice, and into the darkness beyond, where he promptly tripped, and slid across a very slick, damp floor. The rest of the group, save Rinrin, were forced to drop down and crawl through, and they did so without hesitation. Sputtering flames lit their surroundings. Marie held a torch. They would need to run now, and run they did. Picking a direction (left), they fled with whatever speed the gods had graced them with, but they never heard or saw Ihsahn the Snake, or his men give chase. The cavern they fled through was smooth, but natural, dipping lower in the center of the snakelike, 200 foot wide and endlessly long tunnel, as if it had once been formed of water. Infact, it was still very wet, and in the next half hour, Elandor was able to witness Teros, and Scourge loose their footing and with little grace, slide across the floor, which now descended at an ever so slight angle.
Eventually they felt confident, or exhausted enough to slow to a walk. If Ihsahn and his men wanted to give chase, they would have only one real direction to choose from. It would be a matter of who moved the fastest, however, it was appealing to think that he would rather loot the room that stood beside the hole in the wall, then chase a group of liars. With time now to study the cavern they stood in, they realized why the floor was so slippery. An ever so slight layer of water slid over it’s surface, coating a gray, green algae. Ahead, they could hear very clearly, the sounds of pounding water. Their options were to press forward or go back. The choice was obvious.
The group pressed forward, and the pound of falling water grew louder. At last they came to the source, and a crossroads of sorts. Running across their path and forming a T was an underground river. It flowed to their left, and was perhaps 50 feet wide. Directly ahead of them, a mighty waterfall roared from the darkness above. The water churned and boiled, and a heavy, wet mist stuck to their skin. Strange mushrooms clung to the smooth walls, and they glowed a strange, pale blue light. The water was black as the darkness above, in their light. The torch, at least, would no longer be necessary. Quite possibly this was a good thing, as a glowing torch in a blackened cave is like a beacon.
However, of the entire scene, one detail puzzled them. A small boat sat, pulled onto the rocks before them. Where had it come from? Why was it here? Who’s was it? They had passed noone, and they had seen no other passages on their way. They had been treking for perhaps an hour now, and half of it was at a run. The boat itself looked normal enough. It was small, though big enough to fit them all. It was wooden and old and beaten, but it looked sturdy. After much discussion, it was decided that they would take it. After all, this was the only way, and if Ihsahn had decided to pursue them, or was waiting for them, then surely they would be in trouble. He passed himself off as an understanding man, but surely it was a rogues charm and nothing more.
So it was that the group loaded themselves into the boat, withdrew the four little paddles that they found under the benches, and made their way into the water. The first moments were terrifying. The waterfall beckoned them with a force they did not expect, and they had been dragged through white, frothing water, and very nearly under it’s crushing curtain, before they had taken control of the water, and had found the current of the river. Now, soaked and cold, and very thirsty (will you drink?), and very tired, they allowed the river to take them. And it did, very quickly. The tunnel narrowed, and descended so that at times, it felt almost as if they were falling, but there was nothing they would be able to do to stop the boat, or prevent any crash they might have. So they clung to the rails and prayed to whichever god they held dearly.
They spent perhaps an hour, endouring this, before at last, the river slowed, and broadened, and very likely deepened. The passage was now perhaps 100 feet wide, and overhead, the fluorescent caps of massive mushrooms lit their way like chandeliers. To the left, the wall gave way, and a shore could be seen, smooth and alluring. However, two structures were set upon it, and they looked very much like guard towers. They were infact, made of wood, and between them, a crude gate stood. In the dim light, it was impossible to see who held it, but as the group peered, the boat suddenly shuddered and wobbled. Gripping the sides, the group tried frantically to pierce the dark water; to catch any glimpse of what had hit them. But they wouldn’t need to. The thing revealed itself willingly. Emerging from the blackened water, a slender silver body encircled them like a massive Eel. Frilly spines lined it’s back, and it submerged once more, before a terrible crash from below sent the nose of the boat into the air, and casting Vilyamar into the water behind the boat. As he sputtered to catch his breath and reclaim the boat, a scaley head lifted from the water and peered at the boat and the party. A powerful, jagged beak gaped beneath two, frighteningly intelligent eyes. It was hard to tell if this was a giant eel or a dragon!
When it spoke, even Vilyamar, who at this point was halfway back into the boat, soaken wet and shivering, froze with terror.
“Ye shalt feed mine gullet before thou shalt pass. I shalt claim wich of ye dies to provide thous gift.”
Without hesitation, the beast lunged forward, and in one swift, terrible bite, too the nose of the boat off. Water poured in in a turrent, and immediately the group found themselves half swimming, half clinging to an already submersed boat. The beast lifted it’s head again and closed in on Teros. It’s face came within a foot of him, and he was certain it was sniffing him.
(Fight or negotiate. You are very certain it is going to attack without much hesitation
Posted on 2006-12-20 at 12:38:07.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Damn
I personally would like to see Troshba Dead. We could eat her children!
Posted on 2006-12-17 at 07:16:02.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Well now
Draven stood, looking down at the spike that protruded from the black leather armor of his thigh. Blood was flowing in a steady stream down his leg, and he could feel it's warmth soak into his boot. He scratched his head and muttered distractedly.
"Well that wasn't supposed to happen."
Grabbing ahold of the spike with both hands, he grit his teeth and yanked the spike out. A guiser of blood gushed into the air and splattered into the mud. Turning his attention back to the beast, he furrowed his brow. He really would have liked to use Grishnak on the beast, but it wouldn't leave the heavans. He was beginning to wish he could grab ahold of it and tear it's wings from it's back.
Instead, he merely growled, and wung another dark at the monster, while moving closer to the rocky outcrop that his "companion" had taken cover behind.
Posted on 2006-12-16 at 21:49:36.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: The Response
Ihsahn peered from behind the black cloth that enwrapped his face, down at the little gnome. His eyes, Rinrin noticed, were an odd, pale color she color she could not place in the torchlight.
"We have the rope ready."
He began but hesitated a moment, before adding almost casually.
"However, I do not feel so safe about being left alone while you go delving through treasures. I would feel much safer if one of your kind stayed back to keep us company."
Pointed one hand at Damien, he said.
"You. You will stay, until the others have delivered the treasure. All the more reason for haste.”
The crossbows seemed to focus on Damien, like hungry wolves around a wounded deer.
Rinrin’s Response
Rinrin smiled, trying to erase the eery feeling his eyes gave her. No suprise there... She looked over to Damien and gave him a confident nod, hoping he would understand her meaning, before turning her head back up to Ihsahn and shrugging her shoulders slightly.
"Alright. It's only fair. We'll be back in no time at all!"
She turned and left the room with the others, leaving Damien to stand alone with the dark-clothed man and his gang. She felt terrible leaving him so vulnerable, but she prayed it would work out in the end. Once out of sight and hearing of the gang, she spoke up before anyone could lay question to her actions.
"Right. I know this is a bit of a long shot, but I'll cast ghost sound as a distraction. Scourge, if you could cast dancing lights over Damien at the same time to cover his break, he should be able to get out easily enough." Rinrin couldn't help but smile, "It seems that now's the time for that dark cavern we bypassed earlier!"
(Rinrin gave me her response and I added it in with my post.)
Posted on 2006-12-15 at 14:20:57.
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Topic: GMs - Most Memorable *Player* Characters?
Subject: Damn...
I can't remember his name, but Bob ran a charactor back in the day in which he was an eeeevil villian with a Napolean complex. He was human, but people often mistook him for a gnome, which enraged him. Also, he never did ANYTHING right...and often his "Eeevil" twists were nothing more than pathetic attempts at pulling pranks.....and he was always rambling about his Dark Lord.
What was your name Bob?
Posted on 2006-12-10 at 12:44:55.
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Topic: RDI Hot Spot/Critics Corner!
Subject: RDI Hot Spot/Critics Corner!
Due to it's popularity in the Old Forums, I've decided to bring back the RDI Hot Spot and Critics Corner!
For those of you that don't remember, or weren't here, think of this as the RDI "Magazine". This is where we write articles on, or discuss what is hot at the moment at teh Inn. Just NEED to talk about the awsomeness taking place in a game you are lurking in, or playing in? Come here and write about it! Like being a critic? Want to rate topics, games? Come on down and do it. This is open to anyone, with one rule. PLEASE don't use this thread to advertise your game.
Posted on 2006-12-10 at 12:42:15.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: reh
^ is now found by Val
< Is the Mighty Val
V someone not really worth mentioning
Posted on 2006-12-10 at 11:28:22.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: Return of The Serpent
September 6th/Saturday
Central Ralnaria
Hajin Ra
So it was that the first part in their long and perilous was accomplished. They had made the journey from the Elf, protected Valinor Forest, to Elderast, the capital of the North Kingdom of Thollin. They had endured the disastrous flight windship flight, that had taken them over a week to the south, as the Raven Flies. They had lost several of their own, to the barbaric North-Man, Thrundier, but they had also met Rinrin, Cleric of Inenhalla. Against all odds, they made it from the northlands, to Hajin Ra, and had passed the tests that had been set before them. Perhaps a few wondered what Falienor Anfa’las might think. The Lord of Celeval had ordered the party lead from his treetop city at sword-point. Surely he had never expected them to make it this far. Doubt even had begun to surface in Tharanduils deep eyes. He hadn’t said it, and infact, verbally, his faith remained with the party; but the Elder, it seemed, had even begun to question the prophecies. Well what would he say now?
They had acquired the Talisman of Deliverance, but for all the thrill that it’s vision inducing properties gave, it had greater purpose. It was a map. A map of astounding properties. Most likely the most artifact in Noldaria, next to the Light and Shadow Stones. For this would be their way to the Light Stone. How ironic that it would lie within a city, punished by the Lavuria, who’s magnificent statue now stood as radiant as the sun, beneath blackened palaces of glass. Perhaps the legends were false then? Perhaps this was never really a city? Then who had built this metropolis? Perhaps Lavuria had entrusted the citizens of Hajin Ra to protect the secret of the Talisman, and they had threatened to use it? Or perhaps the stories were true after all.
After each member (who chooses) had taken their turn with the experience, the group began to make their way back to the statue, and the pile of dust that had once been his demonic foe. The shield nolonger lit the room. Infact the diamond imbedded in it’s face nolonger even glowed. It was cold and pale, like a dead moon.
Rinrin had proposed a question that Elandor had been quick to attempt to answer as they reached the wall that they had roped down. It took a moment for the group to realize, but…the rope…was gone. They had left it to climb back up when they had descended. Looking up, they were greeted by three silhouettes. At the top of the pit. All three held torches, but the figure in the center dropped it into the pit like a coin in a well. The torched looked like a comet, hurling in flame wreathed fury towards them. Vilyamar stepped back just as it landed in a burst of sparks where he had been standing.
“We meet again!”
The voice was soft and deep, and full of mock surprise. The voice belonged to Ihsan, The Snake.
“Let me see if I can remember your names.”
The black wrapped figure spoke as if they were old acquaintances, meeting by accident in the food market. The two crossbows he held, pointed at them hinted this wasn’t as casual a meeting as his voice let on.
“Marie, Elandor, Rinrin……Vilra…I’m no good with Elvish. I see you have friends with you! I don’t believe we’ve met, yet, but some of my lads said one of your kind tried to cut himself like a lamb on the docks. A poor fisherman slipped on the blood.”
There was scoffing laughter and figures began to line the pit. They all held crossbows. Probably 15 of them.
Ihsan spoke again, and his voice was almost mocking.
“Now did you forget to let me know when you were leaving? How impolite! Is that how all northerners are? Well, I suppose it’s alright. I forgive you.”
The figure made a mock bow and there was much laughter. He certainly was enjoying this.
“Tell you what. This is you’re chance to make things right. I found something that belongs to you. It’s not much, but who am I to steal from another man?”
One of the two torch toting figures held up their rope.
“Now I would love to return this to you, but…It seems you have some items that belong to us! I’nt that something?”
A change came over his voice. Dark and threatening.
“You’ve got whatever it is you came for. Now you’ll give us what we came for. Ye see that shield? Yes. The one that was glowing like the sun. There’s more where that came from. Bring us the treasure and we’ll let you up. No harm, no crime.”
Posted on 2006-12-10 at 11:25:36.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Eek
Thats a bit lower of a DC save then I had imagined....:-/
Posted on 2006-12-10 at 08:48:22.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: like me
tall
Posted on 2006-12-10 at 07:23:43.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: hehe
Crab legs crush you to death.
I wish I could get out of work early.
Posted on 2006-12-10 at 07:22:27.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: heh
his burning obsession.
Posted on 2006-12-10 at 07:20:49.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: reh
Pirate
Posted on 2006-12-10 at 07:20:09.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: RAAH
KILL!!
Posted on 2006-12-09 at 19:36:52.
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Topic: The Voting Game
Subject: well
I just saw this...We should set up a link from the Inn main-page or something.
Posted on 2006-12-09 at 17:26:08.
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