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Post by Zeric on May 9, 2008 20:47:29 GMT
Zeric retreated to his place at the bar, checking that the heaviest bottles were closest to hand as he drew upon the Power of the Weave, ready at the first sign of the things breaking through the door, to unleash the summonned power.
OOC: Paul, Zeric's ready with Old Dependable - hardly imaginative, but nonetheless effective... ;D
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Post by Cathmhaol on May 10, 2008 21:42:29 GMT
"Aw, shite!" cursed Cathmhaol, "That didn't exactly work out as planned."He looked around the room and saw a heavy chest standing open in the corner. He dragged it across the room to the window, picked it up and dropped it on the shadows by the door. OOC: No idea if it will make a difference, but I thought it would be good for a laugh! 
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Post by Dace on May 11, 2008 13:02:26 GMT
OOC:
LMFAO!
"If in doubt, antagonise your enemy." The Book of Conan, chapter four "Desperation".
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on May 11, 2008 16:51:59 GMT
<Rumbleskin>
In a rare show of decorum, Rumbleskin wakes up without his usual spluttering and moves as quietly as possible towards the room with Cath in and waits for orders...
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Post by Dungeon Master on May 13, 2008 12:12:03 GMT
The solid chest made from the same trees that surround the inn, falls the couple of floors, crashing through the shadowy creatures. They continue their onslaught on the door of the Inn with renewed gusto.
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Post by Eneval on May 13, 2008 19:39:56 GMT
Recognising the need for the calm of the mother, Eneval made his way to the window and bowed in prayer.
As he did so, those who spoke his tongue would have heard him imploring the mother to ethrall these creatures.
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Post by Cathmhaol on May 15, 2008 20:23:35 GMT
Cathmhaol muttered a curse under his breath. He ran from the room and thundered down the stairs. "Make ready lads!" he yelled, as he ran.
Arriving in the bar, he moved quickly across to the door, which was shaking under the assault. "Let's get sommat in front o' this!" he ordered, "I'd rather keep 'em out than fight 'em!"
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on May 16, 2008 11:14:33 GMT
<Rumbleskin>
Rumbleskin let out a low growel before saying:
"Sorry laddie, but I fer one am itchin' fer a straight fight. Open yon doors and lemme at 'em I say!
"If yer dead set on tryin' te kip with yon racket goin' then I'll help ye, but we've folk here as need sleep and these greeblies look like they're set in fer a night o' mischief"
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Post by Zeric on May 16, 2008 14:23:41 GMT
Zeric chipped in, "While our no-doubt valorous Dwarven brother makes a fair and valid point, I do seem to think that Cathmhaol's plan does indeed have a great deal of merit from a tactical point of view. Assuming, of course, that the entities are not extra-corporeal in nature and cannot simply pass through any barrier we erect like so much smoke, then it is prudent to employ any means available in order to limit their ingress to the building. We know nothing of their capabilities and therefore would do well to endeavour to limit the numbers we will face to as few as possible any any given point in time, would we not?."
The young sorceror maintained his vigil behind the bar.
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Post by Cathmhaol on May 16, 2008 20:52:44 GMT
OOC: Did someone say we'd fought this type o' beastie before? Anyone remember how it went? 
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Post by Dungeon Master on May 17, 2008 22:11:39 GMT
OOC- Dace remembers far too well!
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Post by Cathmhaol on May 18, 2008 17:50:02 GMT
OOC: C'mon Dace, old chap - spill the beans! 
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Post by Dace on May 19, 2008 9:35:22 GMT
OOC:
No-one has asked him! In fact, I don't think anyone has shown any interest in him of late, to even know his state of mind 
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Post by Zeric on May 19, 2008 11:07:36 GMT
Zeric spoke from behind the Inn's bar, "Does anyone have the faintest idea what we are facing? Any information will be useful..."
OOC: Is that better, Harv?
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Post by Dace on May 19, 2008 12:47:04 GMT
Zeric spoke from behind the Inn's bar, " Does anyone have the faintest idea what we are facing? Any information will be useful..." Dace turned from the door, his face ashen. "Aye. They're shadows... I..." he gulped, his face adopting a grim set, "and I have faced them before. They hate cold steel." he snarled, as he began pacing. In one hand he held a shortsword and the other the longsword he took from the caverns where they met the Dwarf. He was pacing, pacing, exhaling loudly and obviously preparing for combat. |
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