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Post by Cathmhaol on Jan 8, 2008 23:32:16 GMT
"Ye were goin' t' listen at the door first afore ye kick it down, weren't ye?" said Cathmhaol sourly, thinking that having at least some idea of what was on the other side might be an advantage.
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Jan 9, 2008 8:29:49 GMT
Rumbleskin rolls his eyes, slings his hammer and takes his helmet off releasing a stench of unwashed hair.
Holding his helmet out to the side in a pantomime manner, Rumbleskin bends at the waist and places his ear against the door...
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 9, 2008 12:55:33 GMT
OOC-The langauge is an elven varient, your not sure what they are saying. Thats about it!
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Jan 9, 2008 13:48:35 GMT
A look of rage and fury started creeping it's way onto the Dwarf's face...
"Pesky, dirty, tree huggin', pointy eared, infiltratin', soon ta be corpsified offspring of my grannies beard lice" offered Rumbleskin; starting off in a soft mutter and slowly raising the volume and tempo to a frantic loud whisper...
"Elvish... Now can we boot this thing in and be done with it?" asked Rumbleskin of Cathmahol
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Post by Zeric on Jan 9, 2008 16:40:43 GMT
Zeric gave a word of caution, "Beware. There are drow in these caverns. Remember they can be tricksy buggers and fond of the use of magic too, so the fighter you face may have a trick or more up their sleeves..."
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Post by Cathmhaol on Jan 9, 2008 16:59:03 GMT
"Yer caution is duly noted," muttered Cathmhaol. "Ye lot ready?" he asked the party quietly and with barely a wait for a reply, gave the stinking dwarf the nod to open the door.
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Jan 9, 2008 17:04:33 GMT
Not needing to be asked twice, Rumbleskin replaced his helmet and nodded to Dace before turning the door handle and booting the door at the same time (Check the hinges to make sure it would swing in the right direction first...).
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 9, 2008 22:12:19 GMT
Rumbleskin kicks the door hard, the door shakes opening to reveal a room with about six dark elves. The drow, however, seem to be ready for your entrance. As the dwarf and Dace enter the room passing through the door way, ready to attack, they seem to glow with eerie aura, highlighting their frames in the dark mire of the dungeon. Four hand crossbow bolts are fired in unison towards the adventurers. Two hit the dwarf square in the chest, one misses the caravan guard, Dace, the other striking his lower right arm. 
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Post by Cathmhaol on Jan 9, 2008 23:14:43 GMT
"Kill 'em all!" grunted Cathmhaol as he charged into the room. He swung his sword high, aiming for the throat of the drow in the centre of the first rank, as he sought to burst through to the three dark scum that awaited at the back of the room...
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Post by Zeric on Jan 10, 2008 0:59:58 GMT
Zeric loosed the power of the weave into the room, sending magic missiles flying towards the drow, staying behind the protection of the doorway.
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Jan 10, 2008 8:47:24 GMT
Rumbleskin let forth a bellow of rage and launched himself at the two closest dark elves, running into them swinging axe and hammer in a most unorthodox display which concentrated more on brute force than finesse.
Attempting to use every part of his armour as well as his axes, Rumbleskin launches himself int the fray...
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Post by Dace on Jan 10, 2008 10:15:27 GMT
OOC: Bugger, I wasn't going to go in for a couple of seconds... I was going to let the Dwarf take the entire first round of combat and THEN follow up  I mean OOC we don't know him, do we? Grimacing at the pain in his forearm, Dace closed with the Drow opposite him and attempted to keep him busy, allowing the others time to get in... OOC2: Dace will go fully defensive, using the Drow as a shield from crossbow bolts, hoping they won't fire and risk their comrade, and basically just keep the Drow busy. He's basically not intending to kill him, just keep alive.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 11, 2008 11:11:19 GMT
The baritone voice of the bard Bregl, floated around the room. Singing the song the Warriors Revenge, the tune uplifting the adventurers, steeling their hearts and reassuring their souls.
The Caravan Guard moved the quickest of all combatants, as usual. Dace, slashing first with his newly aquired longsword at the drow in front of him. The drow smiling maniacally parries the blow quickly with its rapier, responding with a thrust of the weapons point. The human caravan guard twisted to the side, causing the blow to miss. Using his secondary weapon, Dace, stabbed slipping the point of his blade into the dark elves side. Whose grinning face turned into a grimace, slashed back with his dagger barely missing the humans throat.
Rumbleskin attacked with his battleaxe and pick, flailing like a mad man trying to use his weight momentum and even his spiked armour against his opponents. His style is wholly unorthodox, unlike the controlled traditional fighting style of Cathmhaol, who waited for an opponent to make a mistake before or the agile dual fighting style of Dace, who style seems similar to that of the Drow. Muttering to himself, what seems like insults to his clan, the dwarf flailed widly at the dark elf looking to throw him off guard. Taken aback the drow, retreated backwards the axe missing the drow as he stepped backwards. The dark elves stabbed hard with his rapier, trying to control the dwarves forward momentum missing with both his rapier and dagger. Jumping forward the dwarf thrashed his shoulders, looking to slash the dark elf with the spikes on his armour. The drow dodged the blow but didnt see the unorthodox attack by the hammer, crashing the head of the dark elf hard causing him to crash to the floor his head split open wide by the blow. The dwarf jumped to the side crashing his warhammer into the dark elf beside Dace crashing the weapon through its shoulder and armour, the rapier it was holding clattering to the floor as the elf dropped it.
Cathmhaol ran forward through the door, becoming surrounded by the same eerie light that the other two adventurers were. He parried the blows of the rapier on his shield from his drow opponent, waiting patiently for an opening. When it came he thrust with his longsword at his opponent, the drow twisting and feinting managed to avoid the blow of the weapon. Responded with a stab of a dagger, bouncing off the human warriors armour, but not penetrating at all.
Aribella, waited patiently at the back, unable to enter the door of the room the fight not allowing her any space to slip through. Delora was also in a similar position, but seemed more agitated and looking anxiously up the corridor, as if waiting for some more opponents to appear.
Zeric chanted, accessing the weave trying to control the power inherent in the magical domain. Weaving the magic into the two missile shaped objects, they flew across the room killing one of the drow at the back of the room.
The tide turning against the Drow, the one at the back raised a horn to his lips and blew hard. The high pitched tone, reverberating loudly around the room....
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Post by Dace on Jan 11, 2008 11:45:14 GMT
Biting back against the wound on his arm, Dace pressed the attack against the Drow, spotting Cathmhaol step into the fray... A flurry of attacks, he attempted to slaughter his opponent...
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Post by Zeric on Jan 11, 2008 12:40:47 GMT
Zeric called to his companions, "Looks like this party is just getting started if that blast was anything to go by..."
He weaved the magic into another two missiles and released them at the one with the horn.
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I mean OOC we don't know him, do we?