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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 2, 2008 20:11:19 GMT
The pair seemed to roll on the floor for an eternity, the portal closing slowly behind them. Landing on a bare path of grass, in the middle of a clearing. They had arrived holding each other, at the junction of some roads surrounded by a few old and decrepit buildings. Looking up, Delora said “I saw them die through the closing portal, I think they are dead. But we survived and were somewhere. I just have no idea where?”  |
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Post by Zeric on Mar 3, 2008 0:02:13 GMT
Zeric stood, stunned for a moment while trying to make sense of the frenzied events that had led up to them being here...
He walked slowly around the gathering of ramshackle buildings, trying to gain clues as to their current location from anything, architecture, artifacts or the very geography of the place, knowing it was a long shot at best...
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Post by Dace on Mar 3, 2008 8:25:27 GMT
Shaking himself from the moments disorientation, Dace quickly began a circuit of the area, making sure they were as alone as they appeared. Everything else was pushed from his mind - what was the death of two strangers to him anyway? - apart from the group's current predicament.
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Post by Zeric on Mar 3, 2008 10:52:37 GMT
Shaking himself from the moments disorientation, Dace quickly began a circuit of the area, making sure they were as alone as they appeared. Everything else was pushed from his mind - what was the death of two strangers to him anyway? - apart from the group's current predicament. OOC: Oh, Harv! That's colder than me!
Paul, Zeric's circuit includes things like the angle of the sun, the climate, apparent season, etc |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 3, 2008 11:11:47 GMT
OOC- Ill answer questions about location and actions, once you have all posted, sorry 
It looks like its about Midday. Its cold but dry.
You have Zeric, Cath, Dace, Rumbleskin and Delora in the party.
This is what you are currently carrying.
Coins:
Copper 110
Silver 1197
Gold 702
Platinum 1
Carried
Zeric
A false hand, solid and unjointed, made of silver, with crescents of ivory as nails
A scroll tube,carved in ivory with gold-plated metal end caps, empty/
A black ebony wood wand inlaid with gold leaf design
A Quaterstaff made of ash topped with a skull
Cath
Medium shield made of metal
a small bag of black powder
A heavy stone hammer with a rare sunwood handle and its grip wrapped with remoharz leather
Dace
A longsword with eagle design
2 hand crossbow and 40 bolts in two quivers
Suit of chainmail in black
Delora
Shiny Scale mail
Unclaimed
Helm with garnet
4 rapiers (drow design)
2 hand crossbows (drow Design)
3 chain shirts (drow designs)
ziose (100gold gem according to Bregl)
silver hammer for gem working
black and white gemstone
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Mar 3, 2008 13:25:56 GMT
Rumbleskin shook himself down with a shrug and a whistful look on his face:
"Well, it looks like I willnae be goin' home fer a while noo. T'was a shame to leave such a good scrap too... Now, if only I kin rememmer where yon portal plops us oot topside..."
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 3, 2008 21:12:03 GMT
Cathmhaol let the tip of his sword drop as he relaxed his guard. He looked around, but there was no sign of Bregl or Aribella.
"Damn!" he cursed softly and closed his eyes in tribute to fallen comrades, his lips moving silently as he bid their souls safe journey to their everlasting resting place. He put the Palidin's final words to the back of his mind for now, meaning to discuss them with Zeric later.
After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked around. He glanced at Rumbleskin, "Well," he said, "Where are we?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 3, 2008 22:54:27 GMT
OOC- the temperature is cold, you could say brisk. The sun appears to be in roughly in the same place as it always was - you reckon that you could be anywhere between a mile and about 700 miles away. Probably to the north, rather than the south.
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Mar 4, 2008 17:13:13 GMT
Rumbleskin looked at Cathmahol, blinked and did a very good impression of a rabbit infront of headlights before slapping the side of his helm with his gaintleted fist, producing a muffled clang and a puff of rust...
"I don't rightly know. All I do ken is yon portal was to lob us oot t'a safe spot should tha' halls o' me kin be o'er run with yon nasties. I never thought ta see tha' day when it would be used..."
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Post by Zeric on Mar 4, 2008 20:29:31 GMT
Zeric gestured to the paths and the 'village', "Well lads and lass, I'd say we have a number of choices... We rest up in Rumbleskin's 'safe place', or we go north, southeast or southwest..."
OOC: Time of day, Paul? Roughly? Assuming that, by the angle of the sun, we're at the same time of year more or less...
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 4, 2008 21:47:37 GMT
Date : Ches the 11th, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.)
Location :Unknown
Time : Morning
Weather: cold and clear OOC - does that cover it? 
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Post by Zeric on Mar 4, 2008 21:51:29 GMT
OOC: Thanks very much!
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 4, 2008 23:40:48 GMT
"It's still early, so I'm not ready t' rest just yet," said Cathmhaol. "But we're no' goin' anywhere til we know where we are an' which way t' civilisation".
He stooped and looked at the paths that met in the centre of the clearing, searching for signs of any recent passage.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 5, 2008 11:02:23 GMT
OOC - Youve been up and fighting most of the night.....
But it would make sense to search the area first.
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Mar 5, 2008 16:39:40 GMT
"Right lads and lass, I'm fer nosin' aboot yon ruins afore I find me a corner to curl up an snore in...
Who be with me?"
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