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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 14, 2009 20:40:29 GMT
OOC - Ive started this thread as most of the main players are now in the woods here - Dace, Zeric, Milo & Rumpleskin are all here now and should post in this thread. Ill be posting a summary of what went on here that the main players have seen. Im assuming that there will be some sharing of stories - there is currently nothing secret here.
Al we will still be posting by PM until the others can see you (I dont think its a secret that your somewhere).
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 18, 2009 17:36:25 GMT
Description
In the blink of an eye, you pass through the door in the dungeon. Passing slowly through a dark, heatless, soundless space full of stars. Watching you mouth effortlessly, without being able to move, limbs immobile. Before arriving in the cold, damp air of the outside and the smell of a fir forest, falling forward out of one reality into another, then you breathe deeply as if for the first time in forever.
Getting to your feet you notice that the Fir forest is now in the shades of dusk, the failing lights showing little outside the circle of stones that you have appeared in. The remnants of ancient stones, in a ring some of the stones that are made out of a gray matt stone. Some of the stone have toppled over and are on the ground, some of the stones are paired together and topped with another heavy gray stone. Turning around Dace notices his stone it one topped in such a way on the cross piece a circular symbol is chiseled into it.
Some 100 feet in the distance are a collection of boxes and barrels. Two carts sit stationary beside the containers, a couple of figures unloading each cart. On guard stand 6 or more armoured figures, orcs or some other humanoids, Dace suspects. At their head stands a large humanoid, an ogre or maybe a giant, a metal breastplate and a large club as his weapon. Sitting in the front cart is a figure in purple robes, if you move you will probably be spotted. They haven't quite seen you yet
Dace Reply
Realising that if they spotted him he'd be dead meat, Dace kept rigid still, as still as he could. Two things occurred to him; firstly, if he pretended to be a statue it might work, so long as there was no breeze. The thought that immediately followed it was that they would no doubt know he wasn't a statue because they surely knew he was standing on some kind of teleport pad.
All of these things span through his mind as he prepared to be spotted and chased. He knew not what he would, or should, do, but he wouldn't go quietly and he wouldn't go down without a fight.
Dimly aware of movement around behind him and yet still that he hadn't been spotted, he stood, tensed, prepared to draw and fire daggers. His first route would be immediately to his left and through the orcs - while they were more numerous than him, ie more than one, at least he stood a chance against them, which is more than could be said for the ogre...
Description
Dace stood still, watching and waiting for one of the orc guard pairings to spot him. For moments or minutes they didnt, the passage of time seemed to be distorted with his waiting as he contracted and flexed his leg muscles under his chain. An old thieves trick that avoided the onset of cramp, whilst waiting for an opportunity, though it was used more often in the towns and cities of Faerun.
The purple robe seemed more concerned by the perimeter of the copse, barking out orders,
"Unload the wagons"
"Hurry it up Ive negotiated with Asmos, he wont give you forever. Get a move on."
"Calista is waiting for this shipment, move it."
Dace breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed, as the stones behind him darkened between them and out of the darkness fell the halfling
Milo Reply
Looking momentarily glum by that failure to resolve the puzzle he says
"Hmm, oh I see what you mean, does the portal need a trigger? Well not necessarily or it could be anything. The first person to walk through, the first living thing, the first male, the first human, and so on and so on. The possibilities for a trained mind are almost infinite. It's why so few can attain the level of learning required to truly master magic as opposed to merely applying it in a day to day way."
Dace Reply
Believing himself away with his intrigue and hoping he would see another sunrise, Dace's brow furrowed as Milo plopped out of nowhere and struck the ground, babbling. Cursing his parents, whoever they might have been, Dace didn't need to think too much about his next action.
Spinning on the pedestal and dropping into a half-crouch, his balance and training taking over, a pair of throwing blades left his hands and span end over end toward the two orcs behind them.
Whatever happened, fall or stand, Dace was off the pedestal, longsword and shortsword in hand, in a defensive crouch.
"Do something, 'caster." he hissed, aware their lives would now be measured in seconds.
Milo Reply 2
"hmmm, what? Oh I say it worked that time! I wonder if it was a time delay or a concealed reset switch that ... Oh wow thats an Ogre! It's massive do you ... But why are you throwing the knives shouldn't we hide or ... Arrgh! Arcanium Defencia"
For once Milo was quiet as he concentrated on his magics. Timing was critical.
The exact instant the ogre (or ogre alike) passed through the outer sarsen dolmens Milo yells "Sonicarum Destructo" as he casts Shatter.
[b]Dace Reply 2[/b][/u]
Dace snarled and shouted over his shoulder
"Sure the others will be here soon, hold on, just hold on!" and took a step forwards in his defensive stance to engage the two oncoming orcs...
Description
Milo, concentrated as never before, controlling the energies of the weave pushing the magical forces through the chipped peice of Formica he held up in his hand. He ignored the shouts of the caravan guard, Dace, the force was almost visualised in his head, as it sped across the stone circle striking the stones beside the large creature shattering it, into shards that struck the 'ogre'. It screamed with pain, blood, and flesh dripping from its face. Its maw opened, you hear
"Puny little halfling, Hulgar smash you."
As the lumbering hulk started to run forward. An arrow, flew out of the woods straight and true striking the man in Purple hard on the shoulder. His voice squaled, as he yelled in pain.
"Aaarrrh. Keeeel them. Keeel them all now!!! The dragon is coming!" his words almost prophetically announcing the beating of reptilian wings.
Dace moved forward, barking orders, the caravan guard moved forward to meet the two nearest orcs. Both of them with his daggers embedded in their armour. Parrying the blows of the left orcs axe. He stabbed in deep with one of his swords, the point going in deep into the gut of the orc. The second orcs blow, dodged easily by Dace. However, his own blow was parried on the orcs shield. Muttering, as if is luck couldnt get any worse, popping out of the stones appeared the sorcerer Zeric.
Milo Reply
Seeing the success of his last attack Milo once again starts weaving arcane power. The instant he casts the glowing green orb at the ogre like creature he turns and scurries southwards hoping the two large standing stones are close enough together to block any pursuit.
Seeing Zeric appear through the portal he yelps
"Ware the big guy, and the one in purple!"
Description to Zeric
In the blink of an eye, you pass through the door in the dungeon. Passing slowly through a dark, heatless, soundless space full of stars. Watching you move effortlessly, without being able to move, limbs immobile. Before arriving in the cold, damp air of the outside and the smell of a fir forest, falling forward out of one reality into another, then you breathe deeply as if for the first time in forever.
In front of you are Dace and Mio. Dace on the left, Milo on the right. The caravan guard withdraws his sword from an orc as one falls dead. The others blow he dodges.
From a distance reptilian wings can be heard beating
Zeric Reply
Zeric recovered his wits in time to shape the substance of The Weave. He gestured and three glowing missiles shot forth from his hand, shooting with unerring accuracy towards the man dressed in purple.
Dace Reply
Hearing the noise behind him, Dace continued to try to press the orc backward, flowing into a more aggressive fighting stance. He switched to the other, keeping them away from his companion(s) and utilising the stone circle to his advantage if possible.
As soon as one went down he switching to beating on the other, eyes darting around to make sure no more closed on them.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 18, 2009 17:41:32 GMT
 A dark shape passed over head, filling the copse of the wood or was it a forest, with the blackest shadow it almost turning to night. The man in purple screamed in rapture, "It is Asmos, he will kill you all and I will be exalted. Hulgar kill them all, smash them into pieces" his voice almost a shriek as he raised his hands to the sky, ignoring the oblivious pain that came from the arrow that was stuck into his right shoulder. Ignoring to all now, he started a loud chant head raised upwards. Dace moved with fluidity, he pulled his left arm back withdrawing his sword from the stomach of the dead orc, who crumpled to the ground in a heap on the ground. He dodged the blow of the surviving orc, jumping back while swinging his right hand at the neck of the orc. Nearly decapitating the humanoid, its artery gushing with blood, covering the adventurers with ts life's ichor. Its body twitching as it fell to the damp moss covered ground. The ogre charged at in Milo's direction, snarling at the small halfling, his face all blood splattered due to the partial destruction of the stone. Anger welled up in his face, traising his tree trunk club above his face. Milo concentrated and hurried through his spell fighting back the panic in his chest. Controlling the weave required calm and the curious halflig fought it back. Starting his magical chant, he pulled the weave apart and recreated his own image. Or at least he did what his mentor told him, using a rolled up rhubarb leaf into which he pushed an adders stomach. Throwing the components and pulling forth the weave, they were turned into an arrow of green liquid that sped off in the direction of the "Orge". Striking him hard but not interrupting his charge. Though a putrid, disgusting smell is released by the little wizards magics filling the nostrils. The caravan guard rolled forwards, avoiding the strike of the oncoming humanoid. The halfling, however was not so fortunate the blow lifting him off the ground through the stones landing some six feet or so away dazed by the strike. Zeric, worked with the weave, he worked three arrow like shapes of force. Sending them at the purple robed figure, deep in his rapture. All three missiles struck the man, if thats what he was. Striking hard inches from the man, he laughed, slowly then quickly, then maniacally. "Poor lowly wizards, such a pitiful spell. Kill them all!!" Rumbleskin, floated in darkness, disappearing through a doorway in Undermountain. Unable to breathe the jolunrey seems to take forever, the heatless, dark space with nothing in it before ghe pops out into a wooded clearing. On each side of him stood, Zeric and Dace. In front of him stood a very large humanoid, an Ogre, at a guess. It raised its club. "Hulgar Smash puny dwarf" OOC- Al you can PM me on this.
Milo on 50%
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Post by Dace on Oct 23, 2009 7:49:26 GMT
Stepping over Milo, swords swinging in his hands, Dace lunged and slashed at the towering ogre. "Back, hellspawn!" he shouted, a boot either side of the Halfling, swords a blur. He prayed to the Fallen Gods his magical blade would help him and his comrades, hoping against hope he would survive... The battle pressed on and Dace tried to edge around the creature, giving his comrades a better opportunity to strike at it's back.
OOC:
Full attack against it while trying to get into a flanking position to give everyone else a better chance.
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milo
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Post by milo on Oct 25, 2009 21:27:35 GMT
Milo lies where he was knocked for a moment as he tried to recover from being winded. Seeing Dace step over him and draw the creatures attention Milo turned and started crawling away.
Milo headed towards the monoliths behind Rumbleskin and starts patting them down for hidden triggers moaning "I'd even prefer to be in the underdark. Where's the bloody portal"
OOC: I've just been used as a baseball so I'm sitting this round out. I've still got Det Magic running from when I looked at the first portal if that helps. It should at least tell me if it's the rock or the ground thats magical (he said hopefully).
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 25, 2009 21:56:36 GMT
OOC - Cracking post!!!
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Oct 26, 2009 22:27:01 GMT
Rumbleskin grins up at the Ogre and responds "I've nae had Ogre fer breakfas' fer while now. Have this on account... IIiirrrooneeeater!!" The last word was a bellow as all of the racial memories flooded back and the thrill of finally swatting an ogre elated the rusty dwarf. Rumbleskin forsook any pretense at defense as he went all-out attack on the ogre...
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Post by Zeric on Oct 28, 2009 21:33:06 GMT
Zeric tried to ignore the man's belittling of his Weave mastery, his hands already moving; shaping the energies of Mystra's Weave to his own will. The words came easily and with them and the building power, Zeric's face took on an expression of almost ecstatic delight.
The air before him seemed to coalesce and swiftly took on the form of a monstrous, otherworldly dog, fangs glistening with saliva and eyes red with feral bloodlust.
"Kill!" he commanded, sending the same command mentally to his familiar. The winged cat and the slavering canine leapt forth as one, striking towards the man in purple who seemed to be the leader of their attackers.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Oct 31, 2009 10:29:42 GMT
OOC- Tom whats the spell your casting. In here or in a PM if you can. Im scatty this morning!!!
Update by Sunday evening. I should have time to update!
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Post by Zeric on Nov 1, 2009 20:15:58 GMT
OOC- Tom whats the spell your casting. In here or in a PM if you can. Im scatty this morning!!!
Update by Sunday evening. I should have time to update! OOC: Summon Monster. |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Nov 4, 2009 21:39:59 GMT
The appearance of the dwarf through the portal caught the Ogre off guard, an all out attack by the small warrior drove the creature back. The dwarf's onslaught, allowed the ogre to be caught on the side of the hip with its hammer, though his axe blow missed with the agression of his attack.
The Ogre roared as it was hit with the hammer. It lashed out with its tree club, strinking the dwarf with a glancing blow, knocking the small warriors helmet down to his eyes, slightly stunned the dwarf pushed his helm back up. Dace followed the attack of the dwarf, side stepping to keep at the Ogres side. Watching closely the caravan guard stepped over the prone halfling, keeping pace with the ogre as he was pushed back by the dwarf. When the dwarf struck, the caravan gaurd launched himself forward both swords held out before him, striking the ogre in the side deep, striking for any vital organs. The man wondered if there were any in the same place as his. It didnt matter, the ogre roared in pain and fell to its knees, blood pouring from the wounds created by Dace. It looked at the former caravan guard, raised its club as if to hit him from his knee, then fell forward flat on its face dead.
Around the group the orcs moved in slowly, their leader now dead, their on rushing now almost a stalk. Surrounding the adventurers ready to strike.
Zeric incanted a spell, his old faithful spell failing him, some feet in front of him a small yapping dog appeared. Instinctively it ran off in the direction of the Purple
Clothed mage. Flying high above his Tressym, did the same zooming towards the mage in purple. The man seemed to snort at such opponents, even at this distance his
arrogance was clear. He incanted a spell, finished beforew he was even attacked, a lightning bolt crackled across the
A figure seemed to move with ease out of the forest, behind the purple robed man, distracted by his powerful spell. The new figure movd with stealth the Daggers would associate with Dace, jumped on top of the wagon. He pulled out in his left hand throwing it, after the mage had completed his spell. Wrapping it round the mage, he then pulled the mage toward him his sword pointing under his rib cage.......
The man screams,
"He's here"
From the north of the woods green gas starts to seep through the trees...
The stones turned dark and out landing in a crumpled heap on the floor was Maylene her hat still at a strange angle unmoved. she looked up at Dace
"Stud, Ive missed you" she said with a smile "Wheres the bad guys?" she withdrew her rapier as she stood.
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Post by milo on Nov 5, 2009 11:18:11 GMT
OOC: umm the description seems somewhat confused around the bit with the lighting bolt. It crackled across the ... 
2) Did I have any luck looking for portal related signs near the monoliths or was I recovering from being winded?
3) The shadow that flew overhead (Asmos) - did it end up flying to the north roughly where the green clouds are non coming from the forest?
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Post by Dungeon Master on Nov 5, 2009 14:15:30 GMT
OOC: umm the description seems somewhat confused around the bit with the lighting bolt. It crackled across the ...
2) Did I have any luck looking for portal related signs near the monoliths or was I recovering from being winded?
3) The shadow that flew overhead (Asmos) - did it end up flying to the north roughly where the green clouds are non coming from the forest?
2) Ill post an updated map, all the cross boulders have a different symbol on them.
3) Presumably, no one was really following the shape. If it is was a Dragon. |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Nov 6, 2009 11:13:58 GMT
the lightning bolt crackled across the ground from the fingers of the Purple robed mage, as he was yanked back by the net of the newcomer. Impaling him on the mans sword, the mage screamed in agony as the sword appeared through his stomach and chest, its point appearing. The last death note of a the mage ringed out in the ears of everyone as the bolt of lightning struck the adventurers.
Rumbleskin was caught full force his armour conducting the electricity into his short muscular body, his hair stood out from under his helmet. feeling his body hair all standing up on end. The dwarf tried to move, but parts of his armour was fused. By the heat and electricity.
Dace moved quick, trying to move out of its way, but the bolt still hit, frazzling the caravan guard. But he still looked his unfazed self.
Zeric wearing little metal seemed to be unaffected by the spell, though his hair stood up.
Milo on the ground and in little metal was relatively unaffected.
OOC-
Dace is at 80%
Zeric at 75%
Milo 90%
rumbleskin 40%
Assume maylene came though after the bolt
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Post by Dungeon Master on Nov 7, 2009 12:30:07 GMT
The appearance of the dwarf through the portal caught the Ogre off guard, an all out attack by the small warrior drove the creature back. The dwarf's onslaught, allowed the ogre to be caught on the side of the hip with its hammer, though his axe blow missed with the agression of his attack.
The Ogre roared as it was hit with the hammer. It lashed out with its tree club, strinking the dwarf with a glancing blow, knocking the small warriors helmet down to his eyes, slightly stunned the dwarf pushed his helm back up. Dace followed the attack of the dwarf, side stepping to keep at the Ogres side. Watching closely the caravan guard stepped over the prone halfling, keeping pace with the ogre as he was pushed back by the dwarf. When the dwarf struck, the caravan guard launched himself forward both swords held out before him, striking the ogre in the side deep, striking for any vital organs. The man wondered if there were any in the same place as his. It didnt matter, the ogre roared in pain and fell to its knees, blood pouring from the wounds created by Dace. It looked at the former caravan guard, raised its club as if to hit him from his knee, then fell forward flat on its face dead.
Zeric incanted a spell, his old faithful spell failing him, some feet in front of him a small yapping dog appeared. Instinctively it ran off in the direction of the Purple Clothed mage. Flying high above his Tressym, did the same zooming towards the mage in purple. The man seemed to snort at such opponents, even at this distance his arrogance was clear.
A figure seemed to move with ease out of the forest, behind the purple robed man. He moved with the quickness of Dace towards the Purple Robed man, jumping on to one of the now empty wagons now a few feet above the mage. With swiftness he reached to his belt he pulled out a weighted net.
In a moment the incanted a spell, finishing it before he was even attacked, a lightning bolt crackled across the ground from the fingers of the Purple robed mage towards the adventurers. Moments after his spell was finished, the mage was yanked back by the net of the newcomer who impaled him on his drawn sword. The mage screamed in agony as the sword was pushed through his back. In seconds its point appeared through the chest and rib cage of the mage. The last death note of a the mage rang out in the ears of everyone as the bolt of lightning struck the adventurers.
Rumbleskin was caught full force his armour conducting the electricity into his short muscular body, his hair stood out from under his helmet. feeling his body hair all standing up on end. The dwarf tried to move, but parts of his armour was fused, by the intense heat caused by the electricity.
Dace moved quick, trying to move out of its way, but the bolt still hit, frazzling the caravan guard. But he still looked his unfazed self, his robe smouldering with heat. Zeric wearing little metal seemed to be unaffected by the spell, though his hair stood up. Milo on the ground and in little metal was relatively unaffected, thought he could feel the electricity in the air crackiling all arund him.
From the north of the woods green gas starts to seep through the trees...
The stones turned dark and out landing in a crumpled heap on the floor was Maylene her hat still at a strange angle unmoved. she looked up at Dace
"Stud, Ive missed you" she said with a smile "Wheres the bad guys?" she withdrew her rapier as she stood, looking round the adventurers surrounded by orcs.
OOC- Reposted to make a bit of sense, I realised that the linear aspects didnt fit.
Dace is at 80%
Zeric at 75%
Milo 90%
rumbleskin 40%
Sorry if that mucks up any posts. Can we all repost from here? Also Al you can now post in the main thread rather than by message.
If dace and Rumpleskin do not want to change their posts Ill delete and modify to make the thread easier.
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