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Post by Zeric on Nov 10, 2009 20:08:57 GMT
Zeric shook his head to clear the ringing left from the lightning bolt. He looked around, assessing the place for escape routes, wishing Cathmhaol had made it here as the warrior's superior knowledge of extrication from combats would be useful, especially if what he suspected was true, was the case.
OOC: Paul, PM on the way
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Nov 11, 2009 8:58:37 GMT
Rumbleskin suppressed the shudders running through his battered system, focused on the nearby orcs and tried to charge, not yet realising that parts of his armour had been fused.
His bellow of "Iirrrooonnneeaaattteeerrrr!!" was cut off mid-yell as the dwarf became entangled in his armour and fell with a resounding thud on the clearing floor...
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Post by milo on Nov 11, 2009 9:10:47 GMT
Milo stared at the billowing green clouds to the north in awe. Finally driven to terseness he offers "If that presages what I think it portents I can grant one person some resistance to it's breath but I fear we must flee. Protect me as I study these symbols."Then Milo turned back and studied the symbols on the nearby stones. OOC: yes that is terse for Milo  He'll look at all the stones he can but he wont risk attacks by the orcs that are left. |
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Post by Zeric on Nov 11, 2009 11:31:48 GMT
Zeric found himself in the unusual situation of being in complete and unreserved agreement with the mage, "The halfling's right; yon mist's dragonbreath and I for one don't want to find out if we can survive its effects. We must retreat and seek another option. Cathmhaol and the others are old enough and ugly enough to fend for themselves. We must look to our own salvation, for my magics cannot protect us. Retreat!"
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Post by Zeric on Nov 11, 2009 16:43:41 GMT
Zeric, almost, but not quite as an afterthought, added, addressing the man who'd dispatched the mage, "Well met, stranger an' thanks. Come, join us in glorious retreat and we'll serve up some introductions provided we've still the spark o' life to do so!"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Nov 11, 2009 17:45:35 GMT
Zeric, almost, but not quite as an afterthought, added, addressing the man who'd dispatched the mage, " Well met, stranger an' thanks. Come, join us in glorious retreat and we'll serve up some introductions provided we've still the spark o' life to do so!"
OOC- you still have the orc problem.... Ill post a map today at some point.  |
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Post by Zeric on Nov 11, 2009 22:58:37 GMT
OOC: Okay, sorry forgot about them... I'll amend as follows...
Zeric took a glance at the approaching gas cloud, assessing the risk of it catching them, versus the threat the remaining orcs posed.
"Form up for a fighting retreat!" he bellowed to the others, trying to match Cathmhaol's commanding tone, and falling far short, he knew.
He whistled to direct the celestial dog to begin harrying attacks upon the orcs, striking as wolves would, nip and dodge, nip and dodge... Mentally he recalled the Tressym and began preparing to draw upon The Weave.
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Post by Dace on Nov 13, 2009 13:20:31 GMT
The normally taciturn caravan guard smiled in spite of himself at Maylene's quip and nodded toward the nearest cluster of Orcs, drawing a pair of throwing daggers and hurling them at any within range. Keeping his position above the prone Halfling, Dace continued weaving his swords in an intricate pattern, hoping to keep the enemy at bay whilst the others prepared themselves for the coming battle.
"Someone help the Halfling." he snarled, eyes flicking each way as he prepared to meet any oncoming foe.
OOC:
I think you can still use Dace's original post, but let me know if you want me to change it.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Nov 17, 2009 17:57:45 GMT
OOC- Im not sure I need an update from anyone, except Al. Now I think thats Garrat and his wolf plus Xand plus Cath are in the Limbo between worlds and You can assume that Eneval and Garri are stuck on the other side somewhere.
Al send me a PM or post to the thread with any obvious actions. The Others Ill count in as time passes.... or not as the case may be.
Yours evil sick twisted DM
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 18, 2010 22:03:45 GMT
The gas drifted across the copse quicker than they expected, it moved like a green amorphous creature, almost with direction towards the adventurers and their foes. The orcs looked startled, almost as they themselves where in danger.
Zeric shouted orders like he assumed Cath would have done, he almost always rerlied on his intsincts and his told him this was a lost cause. Something inside him looked up at the gate and he almost cursed the fact he wasnt a wizard with the intelligence to work it out, but he was a sorceror and his power came instinctively from within. Some accident of birth, a curse of his mothers rape at the hands of Throgbur's father. Did that orcs blood or soul somehow taint his, make him cursed with power. Instinctively he looked up and saw an orc looming over him, a rusted axe in its hand. The creature swung diagonally and Zeric ducked, he didnt have the armour to absorb the blow but at least he could move. The pitted blade missed him by inches, he raised his spear point sticking the creature through the stomach, it seemed surprised that this thin pathetic manling could hurt him and Zeric roared words instinctively coming out of his mouth.
"That's for my mother, you disgusting fucker", all those years listening to his brother had paid off. He raised his spear triumphantly and realised he couldn't see anyone one through the green mist his lungs started to burn and he realised he had been breathing it in for a very long time. His weak constitution and his strength failed him, he held his throat, his eyes bulged and he fell over, unable to breathe.
Rumpleskin fought like he usually did, a whir of hammer and axe, first one orc then another. He fought his way towards Dace, knowing that the caravan guard was his his only hope. He was protecting the wizard and the sorcerer, they'd be able to end the fight quickly and get back to thwarting the Lizard King. He nearly reached the caravan guard and then he was surrounded by gas. The green acidic gas, ate at his lungs from the inside, his famed dwarven constitution unable to cope with the attack from the inside. His insides on fire he collapsed on the ground dropping his weapons he was on his knees, he crawled closer to the Caravan Guard collapsed a few yards from the man's feet.
Maylene danced,she had her rapier in her hand and a dagger in the other. The woman moved like a dancer, parrying the orc blades and moving away like a slippery eel. She prodded and poked at the orcs, having mmultiple hits for one of their swings. However, the pointed dagger and rapier barely made a mark. Though she never really marks her opponent. In the midst of her fight, her opponents started to flater, the green gas overtaking them. First they fell, then she fell to her knees, the gas overtaking her completely before she fell forward still smiling at the caravan gaurd, her hat still attached to her head at the same angle.
Milo crawled towards the portal, he suspected of being the way back. With fighting going on all around him, he made his way slowly in the direction he thought was best. But the gas and the movement took, its toll. The wizard succumbing and collapsing in a heap.
Dace fought like he normally did, his blades whirling as he fought to protect the prone halfling. Parrying one orcs blade on his golden longsword the caravan guard, brought his other sword up through the ribcage of the orc. Turning to the other orc as it came towards him he dodged the blow from the second orc as the first fell, he then smashed his helm into the seconds face with a blistering head butt. The creatures nose exploded covering themn both with blood, as the gas started to envolp them. The guard fought on but as the gas became thicker he fell to his knees at the head of the halfling, his opponent collapsed in seconds, but the guard fought on. He crawled forward as the gas and the poison consumed him eating at his breath and his insides. Dace looked up into the face of Rumbleskin the others too collapsed around him, before succumbing to the darkness of whichever god would come to him on his death.
The gateway flashed and Cathmhaol and Garat and Xand all stepped through, Cathmhaol started to shout some orders their own lungs assaulted by the green gas that now surrounded them. There was no one left standing at all, no orcs no Daggers, just bodies and this thick green gas. First the cleric Xand fell, overcome. Then came Garat, the ranger looking around for his wolf, almost in a panic, he got as far as Maylene before collapsing almost on top of the thief.
Finally Cathmhaol walked forward with almost shear will, past all of the Daggers he looked up and saw a cloaked man on the floor, being lifted high by the man in purple robes his clothes were covered in blood from the sword that was still embedded in him. The warriors vision went blurred as he heard the man cackle in an otherwordly voice
"They will all die"
and with that he collapsed, face first in some mud in an unknown wood
OOC- and so the adventures of the Dagger's come to an end, with the Lizard King taking over the whole of the Sword Coast.....
Or is it?
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Post by Dace on Feb 19, 2010 9:42:46 GMT
OOC:
Noooooooooooooooooooooo!
Cracking post mate, bravo!
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 19, 2010 23:25:46 GMT
OOC: Yeah, nice ending.
Well, I say nice... fatal's probably a better word... ... 
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Feb 22, 2010 8:48:51 GMT
OOC: Ooh, that's gotta chafe.
Nice way to end things there Paul
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Post by Zeric on Feb 22, 2010 16:36:24 GMT
OOC: Ouch! Fantastic post rounding everything up there, Paul... What's next? Anything? New characters?
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 22, 2010 17:21:27 GMT
OOC - Basically its up to you lot, if you want new characters you can or if you want to continue with Zeric et al. Whatever youd prefer. I have an off topic post on this so if you all post there with your comments then that would be cool
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He'll look at all the stones he can but he wont risk attacks by the orcs that are left.
