Post by Head Moderator on Jan 10, 2015 18:15:07 GMT -5
Quest: Infiltration, Part 1
Heroic Level
DM: tesarikone - Pamela (5XP)
Date: Tues, Jan 6, 2015
Time: 2 Hours
*ended early due to aol issues, giving full credit as promised.
Summary: The group has been asked to rescue Rufias, an Archdruid, from the prison of Deathport in the Scarred Lands. Going in the guise of slaves, our journey into the heart of evil has only just begun! We last left our heroes, catching sight of Rufias in another prison cell, after Fear Guard passed by, but then a fop of a nobleman vampire showed up - Lew Arkis - and he seems quite interested in the two ladies in the cell - Maka and Jane!
Rufias: Silver hair, blue eyes with silver flecks, little over six feet, and a tattoo of an oak leaf on his inner right wrist.
Attendees:
fionnadhnatine - Finn
tesarikone - Maka
daemianberazalle - Daemian
mightygarthog - Cowboy [Treasure Hunter, Midas Touch]
swordofatrophy - Jane
rageofnocturne - Viper
howlingember - Janus [1 hour]
gemmedwings - Celeste [1 hour]
Rewards:
15XP, 3000gp
Janus and Celeste get 8XP, 1500gp
Cowboy gets 6000gp
Tesarik One: ^v^ 1/6/2015 11:00:17 PM ^v^
Howling Ember: Though Janus runs the risk of being recognized! He is from a
noble elf family!!
Tesarik One: Ok everyone knows what you're getting into.
Tesarik One: --start quest state--
Tesarik One: OH Quest: "Infiltration, Part 1"
Tesarik One: Your leader is Pamela.
Tesarik One: If you have questions please IM me or one of the Moderators.
Tesarik One: Estimated time is 3 hours from when we actually BEGIN our
roleplay.
Tesarik One: You can die on our adventures and there are consequences if you
die.
Tesarik One: Make sure your dossier is updated! If it's not on your dossier
you do not have it and this includes mundane gear.
Tesarik One: Remember when you first use something to tell me how you are
able to use it - after that you can merely state the numbers.
Tesarik One: Now state your info: Rank - Name - Class/Profession - Dice -
Hit Points - Defense DC - Healing Points if applicable
Tesarik One: FLAWS and your WEAKNESS. Keep up with your own self-healing
Tesarik One: please.
Tesarik One: ---end state---
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog has entered the room.
fionnadh na tine: Finn Declan, emerald marshal, 2d76, 34 hp, dc22, young
pup, mr. nice guy, strange luck, no weakness
OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: Makarigru, Ruby Warrior, 2d82, 40hp, DC20, Combat/Swashbuckler,
Support/Rogue, Flaws: Technophilia, Young Pup, Fear the Reaper - Mutation:
Scent
fionnadh na tine: 14 init for the record in case I don't get back in time!
brb
DaemianBerazalle: Daemian Berazalle, 2d82, Ruby Warrior,
Combat/Ranger/Support/Bloodhound, hp = 55, dc = 22, self heal, flaws:
Intolerance:Tyrants/Tyranny, Loner, Bad with Animals, weakness: holy/extended
sunlight(Daywalker)
Mighty Gar thog: Cowboy (Amber Adept, Support Noble, 2d50, HP 26. ddc 10.
Flaws -Distinctive, Musclebound, Trusting) Midas Touch, Treasure Hunter
SwordOfAtrophy: Jane Turner - Amber Adept - Combat/Fighter - 2d50 - 32 HP -
14 DDC - No Weakness - Flaws: Compulsive Honesty, Weapon Savant: Great
Katana, Reflex against magic
Tesarik One: 5/8
RageofNocturne: Viper Blackwood/ Sapphire Marshal/ 2d66/ HP-14/ DC-18/
Combat/ Brawler/ Devout/ Sef Heal- 18/ Flaws: Bad Seed, Aggressive, Beastly
Instinct/ Weakness: Unholy//
RageofNocturne: HP- 47)
Gemmed Wings: ( I'm coming just takes forever to write this out)
Tesarik One: That's fine :)
Howling Ember: Janus Lenneth / Amber Champion/ 2d54 / 26 hp / DDC 14 /
Support/Charmer / Self Heal 14 Heal 14 / Distinctive, Flirt, Ambitious /
Weak: Cold Iron
Gemmed Wings: Celeste-AmberAdept-Support/Noble- 2d50- hp26- def 12-Weakness
Shadow-Flaws: Curiosity,flirt,intolerance (goblins)
Tesarik One: Roll for init, give me final number.
fionnadh na tine: 14
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
OnlineHost: Howling Ember rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
SwordOfAtrophy: +4 qck -5 armor = 16
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Howling Ember: (23)
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
Howling Ember: (No armor so no init minus!)
OnlineHost: Gemmed Wings rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
RageofNocturne: +8-5= 8)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
DaemianBerazalle: (Well, that's +12 +10 lightning init, no armor pen = 23)
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: +12 = 32
Mighty Gar thog: (2
Mighty Gar thog: (brb aol is screwing up)
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog has left the room.
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog has entered the room.
Mighty Gar thog: (ok. back)
Tesarik One: Just need Celeste's.
Gemmed Wings: ( umm it's 3... what I rolled.)
Tesarik One: Ok, thank you.
Tesarik One: I don't know what people's QCK is so even if it's just what you
roll restate it for me :)
Tesarik One: Give me uno momento for the SB.
Gemmed Wings: ( Sorry it's 7)
Tesarik One: Ok.
Tesarik One: Maka 0/40 [20] || Janus 0/26 [14] (0/14) || Dae 0/55 [22] ||
Jane 0/32 [14] || Finn 0/34 [22] || Viper 0/47 [18] (0/14) || Celeste 0/26
[12] || Cowboy 0/26 [10]
Tesarik One: Ok folks make sure your info is correct!
DaemianBerazalle: (Mine looks solid)
Tesarik One: Ok! any last questions before we get into this scenario?
Tesarik One: Alright then.
Tesarik One: I'm gonna give you some background info on Deathport. This is
the intelligence that we at the Heart know about Deathport so far. We really
don't know much.
Tesarik One: Deathport: The only existing 'city' in the Scarred Lands, this
area is still growing as each day passes. What once was the thriving city of
Palisand carved directly into the gleaming white cliffs
Tesarik One: overlooking the bay is now blackened rock and the home to the
dead who capture and enslave the Scarred they can find to serve them in
Deathport - and a few living necromancers. We feel it will not be so
Tesarik One: long before they build ships to sail the ash sea and make way
out of Deathport to ravage the areas around them! (Such as Avilon Islands)
Tesarik One: The city is well protected, and any attempt to invade this city
would be easily thwarted. The sun never shines upon Deathport, the skies are
perpetually filled with grey clouds of ash as if
Tesarik One: threatening to rain - though rain never comes.
Tesarik One: Deathport has a city guard, a policing force called the Black
Eyes, they are part guard, judge, jury and executioner. It seems that this
place has no court. Undead caught in a crime is harshly
Tesarik One: punished, in most cases through dismemberment and fire. There
is a strange peace here, but behind that peaceful face are beings of pure
evil.
Tesarik One: At this time there are three powerful "Houses" that have taken
major control over the new city. There is no one leader of the city as of
yet, but the undead struggle and grow, and rumors flow that
Tesarik One: soon a King will be named.
Tesarik One: House Vane: The strongest house so far in Deathport, this group
has a large contingent of mummies at its core and its leader is a necromancer
from Madder named Sophronia Vane, or "Sophra the
Tesarik One: Desecrator". They do not call their servants mummies, to these
creatures the mummies are called Ancients. Some are over five thousand years
old, and were robbed and awakened from the ancient tombs of the elves
Tesarik One: that were deep within the cliffs.
Tesarik One: House Arkis: This house has attempted to take control of the
slave trade, and is controlled by a family of vampires. Lord Dryden Arkis is
the patriarch of the vampire clan. Their goal is to wipe out
Tesarik One: all competition with other slave traders so that they will
control it 100%.
Tesarik One: House Dusek: This house consists of a huge number of wraiths
and ghosts. This house is key to the power struggle in the city, as they
easily spy on the other houses without their knowledge, and are
Tesarik One: keen assassins. This house is led by a dread wraith named
Tariq.
Tesarik One: Please state "OK" when you have read the info.
Gemmed Wings: ok
DaemianBerazalle: Ok
SwordOfAtrophy: Ok
fionnadh na tine: ok
RageofNocturne: ok)
Howling Ember: Ok
Mighty Gar thog: (ok)
Tesarik One: Only those willing to go deep within the Scarred Lands are
asked to go on this mission. Maria hides nothing from you, anything she knows
about Deathport she has told you. It will be dangerous, it may
Tesarik One: be one of the most dangerous missions you have ever been on,
because the Scarred Lands is so chaotic. But, if you are willing to push
yourself for pay of course, Maria has asked that you meet at the
Tesarik One: portal to the Wall. Teleportation does not work worth a damn in
the Scarred Lands, but the Knights at the Wall have managed to set up a scant
few shaky portal points. One of which is deep within the
Tesarik One: tombs of Palisand - now known as Deathport. Maria is waiting to
brief you all on the situation. (Begin RP)
Howling Ember: -He did not need money or anything to partake on this
mission, the whole reason he joined up with this company was to get help
trying to fix the scarred lands. That being the case, he was quick to show
up.. shedding any sadness over
DaemianBerazalle: He came to the inne in simple clothing along with his
other acoutrements, always seeming to travel light. He tipped his hat to
Maria as he saw her standing there, a genuine smile given to her with a
polite bow. "Always good to see
Howling Ember: the loss of his brother, still able to flash Maria one of
those killer smiles as he got ready to go off to certain doom and bring back
a shirt for her as a gift to show the memories of Deathport- -d-
DaemianBerazalle: you, Maria." He gave a wink, unable to resist as he made
his way to the bar.
fionnadh na tine: Finn hadn't really been back to the scarred lands since he
got that rather handy mutation of his, but he'd also been busy with his work!
He was busy again, thinking on how to build a weapon someone had brought him
some ideas and
RageofNocturne: :: He made his way into the inne clad in his dragonskin
armor with his gorget and his wraps upon his hands with his biodamper upon
his finger. He had no weapons on him and folded his wings after walking
inside and looked to Maria-D-
Tesarik One: Well if Finn was going, Maka was sure as well going to! So, one
half of the Shalottan team showed up. Make that both halves of the Shalottan
team! Cause she was right there with her man. Red hair all done up in a messy
braid, with
fionnadh na tine: designs for, but well..this seemed like it'd be a rather
important task, and might even be well suited to his abilities! So he got
himself all ready to go and headed on over to the portal, which
was...assumedly not at the inne?
Mighty Gar thog: ~Cow Boy, having lived in the Scarred lands, knew some of
the information, especially the part about the slaves. So, the cow headed
noble boy was very willing to go, unclear on what they would be able to do
without their
Mighty Gar thog: gear, though. He went to fuind out~
Tesarik One: all her gear and weapons for the time being. "Eh, Finny, this
is going to be interestin', mmm?"
SwordOfAtrophy: It could be considered somewhat luck that Jane happened to
be around when the group was gathered, but still she volunteered, no matter
the danger. Jane was a mystery to many, and that suited her fine. She stood,
quiet like a statue,
DaemianBerazalle: (Yeah, I'm tired, replace all that with just a simple
greeting)
Tesarik One: Portal was open at the inne as usual. Maria stood beside the
port mage.
SwordOfAtrophy: katana gripped in her hands, as she waited for instructions,
her pale green eyes ever watchful, but seeming to look at nothing at the same
time.
Gemmed Wings: -Celeste was not about to miss out anymore on helping save her
homeland though she had been helping Janus deal with the death of his twin
and tracking down his killer but right now they had other things to do so the
Gemmed Wings: noble dragon was in her human form looking well dressed as
always her delicate hand moving to touch Janus's shoulder as she smiled at
Maria and waited to see what the plan was.-d
Tesarik One: "This is the task, and listen closely. There is a man by the
name of Rufias who has been taken a slave by the undead of Deathport. I've
already sent you information we know on Deathport so I will not rehash that
here. Suffice to say
Tesarik One: it is extremely difficult to get into. This is where I want
you to listen closely. We are NOT going to Deathport at this time to free ALL
the slaves. There are other things in play that we are not part of, our
mission is to find
Tesarik One: Rufias, and get Rufias out." She passed around a drawing of
Rufias, an elderly half-elf with silver hair, and deep blue eyes with silver
flecks, 6'1. They cannot take the painting with them so they are told to
memorize what he
Tesarik One: looks like. "He has a tattoo of an oak leaf on the right inside
of his wrist."
fionnadh na tine: Well wherever Maria was was where Finn had gone to meet
her! He gave Maka a little nudge in the ribs with his elbow. "Let's hope so.
But not the we all end up dead sorta interestin." He listened to Maria then!
And took the drawing
Gemmed Wings: And why only him? - Celeste would look over the painting.- How
is he any more importasnt then the others they have enslaved...
Mighty Gar thog: ~The cow boy frowned, which was strange with a cow head,
when he heard they were only freeing one. He looked at that picture with
those huge cow eyes, then passed it on to the next person~
fionnadh na tine: to study it and commit it to memory before passing it
along. The tattoo information would likely be easier for him to remember!
RageofNocturne: :: He took the painting and looked over the image of the man
they were to be looking for and nodded a bit-- Interesting....going in to
free this single individual..--he said as his body already began its changes.
His skin growing in
DaemianBerazalle: He couldn't help but grin as the picture would make it
incredibly easier for Dae to find him. He nodded slowly, studing the
contours of the Mark's(Bloodhound profession, spend 1 round studying, gain
bonus on finding the target).
SwordOfAtrophy: Her eyes took in the painting, casting it into memory,
though she did nothing more, nor ask any questions.
Tesarik One: After the paper got passed around, she continued, "The plan is
such. You will take the portal from the wall to deep within the catcombs of
the city. We have spies in the city, not many but a few. One will meet you.
You will leave
DaemianBerazalle: "Have anything personal of his to help me recognize his
scent?" The study of the mark would help, but all the use he could be, the
better.
RageofNocturne: to a black scaled hide with a tail, his wings remaining
while his hair grew longer and blonder to be a medium length now while he
grew a third eye upon his forehead and his mouth itself filled with razor
teeth as he smirked and cr
Howling Ember: Rufias, I know the name. I've come to meet him a time or two
in the past, an Archdruid and very wise. If anyone has knowledge of how to
fix the lands it would be the archdruids.. -A nod of his head and he looked
to Celeste with a
Tesarik One: anything that would betray you being anything but another lot
of slaves coming in, in the catacombs. Hide them in the crypts, or find
hiding places, you may need them on your way out as you make your way back to
the portal." She
Howling Ember: little smile- This is a good thing, we can help the others
later. -d-
Tesarik One: paused, to answer the questions. "As for why him, it is
because that is what we were asked to do, it is our mission and what we are
being paid to do. Trying to free everyone, could get many killed. We don't
have neough information
RageofNocturne: ossed a single arm over his chest all his equipment now
having melded into his body itself through the use of the charms he had. He
then set the picture down as a dark purple seeming mask formed over his face
covering his nose and e
Tesarik One: to go in and get everyone. This is as much a reconnaissance
mission for later tasks, as getting Rufias. Yes, he is a very important man,
an archdruid. If he has people he will not leave without, then bring them as
well, but do not
RageofNocturne: xtending up covering the majority of his face and head
though allowed openings for his 3 eyes. The fleshy mask then covered in a
singular thick scale-D-
Tesarik One: lose sight of your task.... Rufias.... do you understand? Do
not lose sight of your task. Do not let the suffering sway you from your
task." She shook her head, "No, I have nothing of his, but this picture."
(Did I get everyone's q
Tesarik One: questions?)
DaemianBerazalle: He'd have to leave his sketching tools behind . . . that
was more bothersome to him than his gear. Although, his hand moved to the
amulet he wore. He shook his head, he'd just have to trust he'd not lose it.
"I'll do what I can
Tesarik One: "Be aware that we know healing magic barely works there, we
aren't sure what else doesn't work, so rely on the team, and your bodies, not
magic or your gear."
DaemianBerazalle: to remember what I see. A map of the city would be useful
for further missions."
Tesarik One: "Your contact's name is Dravu. He is a vampire."
fionnadh na tine: He grinned a little, then looked over to Maka and
whispered to her in Castillon.
Tesarik One: "It would be very good to have. So, Dravu will have clothing
for you to put on, if you can hide anything on yourself that won't be
discovered, feel free, but don't be stupid. Are there any other questions? I
do not know how long
Tesarik One: this will take. You will not have water unless they give it to
you. Are you sure you wish to do this? I know I am asking a lot."
Gemmed Wings: I get it.. it's not cause he is an arch druid we do this
for money.. - A deeper frown as she glanced at Janus wondering if saving
their home was going to even work with this group and she took a breath at
Maria
Gemmed Wings: keeping the rest of her thoughts to herself.-d
Tesarik One: She grinned and gave him a slap on the ass, "You bet!" She was
not going to be happy soon, so might as well be happy now.
Mighty Gar thog: ~He nodded, He wished to free them all, but knew it was
impossible before Maria had even told them. He thought this was really about
seeing if they could survive in there, gather knowledge, collect the druid,
and escape,
Mighty Gar thog: more than just a rescue~
Tesarik One: "Celeste, do not fret. We have plans.... but not everything can
be done at once. This is a sensitive issue. For now, the Archdruid is
needed." She looked sad, but yes this was a job, but the Heart did a lot of
good. But, things took
Tesarik One: time.
Howling Ember: -He shot Celeste a little bit of an upset glance and took her
hand, squeezing it gently- Calm yourself, you knew when we came here what
this group was.. take the help, whether it is for coin or good will, it is
still help. -d-
DaemianBerazalle: He'd simply nod at that information, looking to the one
that spoke. "Don't go thinking that way. I'm a Ranger first, in all things.
There is much strategic value in ensuring an Archdruid remains alive and
well."
fionnadh na tine: "I'm fine, thanks for the concern, Maria." He gave a pat
to his pistol to reassure himself it was there, even if he wouldn't be able
to take it far. Stashing it would work, though.
SwordOfAtrophy: "You do what you can, when you can.. for dead men accomplish
nothing." She said softly. Jane didn't care about money, or saving people,
she simply wanted a purpose to justify still being alive, and this seemed as
good a place to
SwordOfAtrophy: find one as any.
DaemianBerazalle: "As for sustenance . . . if I don't do anything too
stupid, I should be able to handle up to a few days before needing to . . .
replenish."
Tesarik One: "I would suggest drinking as much water as you can before you
go, and stashing water in the crypts. It may not last, but even if it is a
little it will help."
Tesarik One: Maria had waterskins waiting for them, as well as anything else
they might want. Rope, and torches, and the like. Stuff to stash.
Gemmed Wings: It is a start.. but if we're going to need water I better go
get a drink.. Maria were is the nearest pond at? - A return squeeze to
Janus's hand as she settled-d
fionnadh na tine: Well he'd drink himself some water to make sure he was
properly hydrated before going, and snag a waterskin for the stash and some
rope as well.
Tesarik One: They would need to go through two portals. First, to the Wall,
dividing Kir'viir from the Scarred Lands. At the wall, they would be given a
sigil, choose somewhere that won't be so noticeable like on the bottom of a
foot. It gives
Mighty Gar thog: Maria? Will they take all of our clothing as well? ~the
young cow boy had to ask~
Tesarik One: them two weeks in the Scarred Lands. Then they would take a
portal to Deathport. "I am unsure, I know Dravu will have suitable clothing
if it is needed. You just have to look like Scarred, which is destitute,
starved for food and
fionnadh na tine: "Nobody's takin my fuckin clothing. Just stash it if
you're worried about it." He said to the cow headed fella...and then did a
double take and switched to Castillon, giving Maka another bump. "Macha,
th'fuck is that thing?"
Tesarik One: water, wasteland folk. So you'll need to be dirty as well. When
you are ready... the Knights at the Wall are waiting to give you your sigil."
RageofNocturne: :: He would take some rope and some waterskins to hide in
the crypts as he was a celestial so sustenance was kind of superficial and
before then he was a reptile so he could handle hot and arid environments
nicely-D-
Tesarik One: "Nearest pond? If you go behind the inne there is a duck pond
in the park."
Tesarik One: "I amn't sure," she replied back with a raise of brow. But,
then she got herself as much water as she could drink and took a waterskin.
Howling Ember: Hm. I can help with disguising us. Even without magic, I have
a certain knack for.. altering appearances. Just get us there and I will make
sure everyone looks the part. Heck with a little mud and skin flakes I can
make a pretty
DaemianBerazalle: He'd simply tip his hat once more as he stepped through
the portal. He'd gotten all the info he'd need, plus an aid in finding
Rufias. His senses screamed against him that it was wrong to leave any
slave, but he'd do his best to
Howling Ember: nasty scar. In the old days of theater in our court, they had
to make due with what they had.. paper and glue and paint can m ake one look
undead! -d-
Gemmed Wings: I'll be right back.. -Celeste would turn and walk out of the
tavern and head for the duck pond. Soon as she was clear of the tavern her
form would start to shift as she moved closer to it.. And soon a mighty
dragion head would lower
DaemianBerazalle: resist it while completing the mission. What bigger
tyranny than slavery, after all? He reminded himself of the bigger picture
and stepped up in line to receive his sigil, opting for the bottom of his
left foot.
Tesarik One: "Be careful," she stepped aside, nodding as they passed through
one portal only to be given a sigil and pass through another at Gatepass in
the Wall.
Gemmed Wings: and blow air at the ducks to get to them to scatter before
her muzzle broke the water's surface and she would drink her fill.. Lowering
the water level by a few inches and getting a fish or three.-d
SwordOfAtrophy: After a long drink of water, she slipped through the portal,
choosing her 'sigil' to be placed on the back of her neck, covered by her
hair. It would somewhat blend in with the tattoo there that she refused
Mighty Gar thog: ~The cow boy smiled... his clothes suddenly looked more
ragged, with holes in. He casually brushed his magic sleevesm thinking they
were actually useful now~
Howling Ember: We can not stop to pee, so do it now.. or due it on each
other, might make us smell more like slaves! -He did stop for some water to
drink it on the way, taking an extra skin to hide when he got there- -d-
SwordOfAtrophy: to speak of. Then she would wait, mutely, for everyone to
gather and enter the danger zone together.
fionnadh na tine: "I'm always careful!" He hadn't, for example, burned down
his and Maka's house yet. Although he did have that habit of running full
speed along roof ledges which went counter to what he'd just said, but oh
well. He moved on through
RageofNocturne: :: He would look around and then stepped up to Maria-- When
i return i wish to speak to you about our businesses...--he said and nodded--
Be safe. --he said to her and went through the portal and would look around
at the guards and
Mighty Gar thog: ~He was moving along with the others, to go through the
portals~
Tesarik One: Maka headed on through, and got her sigil on the back of one of
her ears, and tugged her hair out of the braid it had been in to make it
messier. She waited for Finn, taking one hand of his in the other, and gave
it a squeeze then
Tesarik One: once he got his sigil she tugged him on through that rickety
portal.
RageofNocturne: knights. He would then wait for the others to make ready
before he would follow them-D-
fionnadh na tine: the portal and got himself sigil'd, on the bottom of his
foot, since it could just blend in with his tattoo there. And then he got
tugged through the rickety portal as well!
DaemianBerazalle: He'd nod to the Knight as he stepped through the final
portal, removing his hat and cloak, placing the hat in his pack, then his
amulet. He'd be ready to stash them when the time came, switching his senses
over to Darkvision and
Tesarik One: "Daemian, Janus, Finn... work together and lead this group back
with it's goal met."
Howling Ember: -Janus tucked his sigil on his inner thigh just under the
dangleberries, no one should be looking there while he was posing as a dirty
crusty slave!- -d-
Tesarik One: There, she'd made leaders... multiple this time just in case it
was needed!
Gemmed Wings: - Once she was done she would shift back and take a couple of
waterskins to add them to her small backpack that was really a bag of
holding. Once she got there she would take the sigil and place it behind her
ear as she looked at
DaemianBerazalle: relying on his Scent. He heard the message through the
Insignia and replied back that it would be done. Well, there, he'd just been
ordered. Now he had no choice in the matter. He'd deal with his emotions
when there was time to
Gemmed Wings: Janus and shook her head- don't you dare pee on me I'll shift
and you'll be sorry.. - Taking off everything but a simple underdress she
made her everything was in her bag.-d
fionnadh na tine: "Seems awfully sexist of her to not make you a leader too,
Macha." He snickered. "Maybe she doesn't trust other pretty redheads." Said
once they were through both portals of course! Once he'd found a good spot to
stash some things,
DaemianBerazalle: do such, and it would just have to suffice. He smiled to
himself, thanking Maria silently to himself. He was already in normal
clothing and would wait to disrobe when they met their contact. He'd retain
his decency as long as he
DaemianBerazalle: could.
Tesarik One: --------You all feel the oppression as soon as you step free of
the portal from the Wall. Even this deep in the catacombs of what was once a
beautiful city, it is hotter than it should be. You also feel a pervasive
evil. It is pitch
Tesarik One: dark, but those with darkvision or even blindsense can make out
stone coffins all around you.
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SwordOfAtrophy: She stepped through the other portal, taking a few moments
to remove her armor, down to her underclothes. Aside from the armor and her
weapon, all she had on was her hags tunic, which looked dirty and ragged as
it was, and her
Howling Ember: (+8 19 on Disguise!)
fionnadh na tine: he removed his gunbelt and his swordbelt and he stashed
them as close to the exit from the catacombs to the city as felt safe to him,
as well as his amulet of defense, his shoes, his trousers and his shirt,
and..well everything.
Tesarik One: There are statues, and coffins, and smaller crypts, and all
sorts of places where things can be hidden from sight. As you all step out,
it doesn't take long for a figure to step out of the darkness as a torch
lights in his hand.
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SwordOfAtrophy: underbottoms, which she smeared with dirt and ripped
carefully to make them appear aged. A few more adjustments to make her self
more.. appealing, and she was ready to go, though she'd miss her katana, her
hands felt empty without
SwordOfAtrophy: it.
fionnadh na tine: He'd said nobody was stealing his clothes and he meant it.
So, clad in naught but the intricate tattoo that wound from his right hand,
up his arm and back down his side and leg to his foot, he was all ready to
go!
Tesarik One: He drops a large bag on the floor, full of various loose
trousers, tunics, cloth wraps for shoes, and various accoutrements to help
you all look like captured Scarred. "I am Dravu. Please, hurry."
DaemianBerazalle: "Coffins about, be cautious as you move." He thought that
this might be a fine place to stash his gear, and opted to do so. The
clothes he could deal with later. He found a coffin that was close to the
wall, wrapping his gear in
DaemianBerazalle: his clothing then and wedging it in behind the coffin as
best he could. He wasn't about to open one and disturb the resting dead.
Tesarik One: Maka shivered when she stepped through, this place had an awful
feel to it. She didn't think she'd ever been in a hellhole like this before.
She smacked her lips, she could almost taste the heat and the evil. "i don't
fuckin' like
Howling Ember: -Well before they got all out and wild, Janus made sure to
touch base with each of them and even if they resisted he would use whatever
he had handy to help make them all look like proper slaves and dirty little
mongrels! Dirt here,
fionnadh na tine: "Evenin, Dravu." Not too shy to greet a fella while he was
naked as the day he was born! He crouched down and rummaged through the
clothing, tossing a few things over to Maka. "I don't fuckin like it either."
He could handle his own
Howling Ember: stink there, moosh there!- Perfection! You all look like
disgusting broken down scabs! -d-
Tesarik One: it here," she muttered disdainfully, and when the torch lit,
she began tugging all her goodies off and finding a nice small coffin to
stash it all.
fionnadh na tine: disguising, thankyouverymuch.
Mighty Gar thog: ~He would put the rags on, over the ones he had, just in
case the magic failed, placing his insignia within the inner clothing, near
the waist~
Howling Ember: -he got helped anyway-
Howling Ember: -deal with it!-
fionnadh na tine: Nope.
DaemianBerazalle: He dressed himself in the rags then, finding something
that would help him blend in the best, making sure to use some rags to cover
his face as if he were covering scars or burns. He let his eyes flood with
crimson, using just a
DaemianBerazalle: small portion of his Vampiric blood to add to the
disguise.
SwordOfAtrophy: Taking some cloth wraps for shoes, she felt that as she was
would suffice. Though she avoided being touched by the strange elf. (Combat
quick: Haphephobia)
RageofNocturne: :: He would look around in the darkness but he couldn't see
anything! But with the light and the bag dropped he moved forward and pulled
on some trousers along with a tunic and then wrapped his feet and his hands
his fingers tearing
Tesarik One: She tugged on loose pants, a tunic, and left her feet bare.
With Janus' help she got pretty damn filthy and slave-worthy. She grinned,
though, seeing Finn because Finn naked would make her smile even in the worst
of circumstances.
fionnadh na tine: He'd get himself more filthy than a nancy elf would be
comfortable making someone anyway! On came some trousers and ..that seemed
sufficient. Even a bit constraining. "I don't like these fuckin pants.
Probably get a better slave job
RageofNocturne: through to essentially make fingerless gloves for himself
and then he looked over the others as his eyes began to turn bright green all
3 of them before he blinked and looked to Dravu-- Ready here...-D-
fionnadh na tine: if I went up naked anyway, yeah?" The last bit aimed to
Maka, to see what she thought!
Tesarik One: "Hello," said the vampire rather coldly. He stood there like a
statue as they got themselves ready.
Tesarik One: "Prolly so!" And then she'd have to kill someone.
Mighty Gar thog: ~Having lived in the lands, by the time the elf got to him,
he already looked strange enough, cow head and all~
SwordOfAtrophy: "I am ready." Came the soft voice. She was barely dressed,
young, slender, full chest, she'd do nicely.
Gemmed Wings: Please no one wants to see your naked ass... - Celeste would
quickly add a few things to herself look more ragged, her under gown ripped
and soiled now with one rag bound about a foot, etc etc as she was already
annoyed with this.
Gemmed Wings: -
fionnadh na tine: Well he wouldn't want Maka killing a buncha people just
because they liked how he looked naked, so he'd leave the trousers on for
now! And then made himself look a right mess with grave dirt, the best sorta
dirt. "Not even a little
Tesarik One: "Do not talk. If you MUST talk, do it in hushed whispers. Speak
elven if you know it. Do not look any of the leaders in the eyes, unless you
want to get beaten. Do not beg for food or water, or they will kill you and
feed you to
fionnadh na tine: bit true, there's at least one in this room that would."
He looked to the vampire then to get all that info in his head. He certainly
didn't know elven, but oh well! He could hushed whisper to someone who did if
need be.
Tesarik One: the other slaves." The ones that were ready, he was already
using very heavy chains to chain them one behind the other by the ankles. "Do
not taunt the Fear Guard. Beware of the Black Eyes."
DaemianBerazalle: "Greetings." He gave a simple nod to the Vampire after
he'd clothed himself. He was glad for the tip on Elven, deciding to follow
his advice and avoid speaking further. Fear Guard, Black Eyes. He'd
remember that.
Tesarik One: "Ready?"
SwordOfAtrophy: Nod.
Mighty Gar thog: I do not recall a mention of this Fear guard.
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RageofNocturne: :: He looked to the chains then sighed-- Not my first time
being chained up. --he said under his breath then nodded-- Speak elven, dont
look at there eys, fear the guards and beware the black eyes...-D-
fionnadh na tine: "I don't wanna meet someone silly enough to taunt somethin
called the Fear Guard." He nodded. "Ready when you are." The chains at the
ankles were worse than the pants! He was unhappy, but well..he ought to be,
right? It'd just help
fionnadh na tine: his performance.
DaemianBerazalle: He'd give a simple nod to the question, preparing himself
for walking with the weight of the chain so he'd not trip anyone else up.
Tesarik One: He got them all chained, and then the torch went out. They
could all touch the shoulders of the person in front of them. It was as if
the darkness was clinging to them, even darksight would not work. "The Fear
Guard are the undead
Tesarik One: that guard the prisoners."
Mighty Gar thog: <w> Is sylvan okay to speak?
Tesarik One: "Whatever you speak, do it quietly."
Tesarik One: And then whoever was in the front, he'd give a tug and they'd
begin to walk, in complete and utter darkness.
fionnadh na tine: He wouldn't mind being up front, but he wouldn't mind
being further back either! Long as he didn't fall over when being dragged
along.
Tesarik One: "Ahhh fuckin' hell," she said oh so quietly in Castillon, as
she reached forward and grabbed the shoulders of Finn so she could at least
not run over him.
Tesarik One: (I'm assumign they got DC, give me a sec to see about texting
Brian)
DaemianBerazalle: He'd been one of the first done, and he volunteered to be
the first. He'd not ask someone to go where he wasn't willing to go first.
He started ahead as they were tugged along, doing his best to listen for any
change in Darvu's
DaemianBerazalle: pace.
SwordOfAtrophy: Though she was a bit uncomfortable with anyone touching her,
she couldn't very well demand to be last, though she had enough balance and
awareness of personal space not to have to touch the one in
SwordOfAtrophy: front of her, even in darkness.
RageofNocturne: :: He began to walk being around the third one ready and
chained he moved carefully as to not trip or anything-D-
Mighty Gar thog: <w> Jane, you should be last. the leers of the living may
be distracted if I go before you. Looking like a cow may sway their vision
from you.
Tesarik One: (Well, no text back so I'm just gonna keep going.)
Tesarik One: ^v^ 1/7/2015 12:25:40 AM ^v^
SwordOfAtrophy: "I am used to being leered at, thank you for your concern."
A hushed whisper.
fionnadh na tine: "I think the cow man just wants to touch ya, Jane." Nobody
said he couldn't poke at people during the quest, even if he was made part
leader!
fionnadh na tine: "Or wants you to touch him, rather." Darkness he couldn't
see in was playing with his language centers! And yes of course he was
whispering.
Mighty Gar thog: ~If she did not go last, then he would~
Tesarik One: Dravu led them through the catacombs, further upwards into
larger tunnels. There were pauses here and there, as Dravu determined the
area, but soon enough they'd be able to see again. They were in tunnels that
were still gleaming
Tesarik One: white, not blackened by the fires from heaven that had
destroyed the lands. Moonglobes inset into the walls glowed with a very soft
light, as if they struggled to even maintain their light in the evil and
darkness.
Tesarik One: Creatures began to pass them, most paying them no mind. All
sorts of undead, wraiths and ghosts, zombies and skeletons, and more
intelligent undead that did give a glance to them and speak such things such
as, "New flesh," or "They
Tesarik One: won't last long, " or even "That one looks delicious."
Mighty Gar thog: ~Cow boy was watching the ground, to the right, trying to
remember the path they take. Never know if that may be needed later~
fionnadh na tine: He had a brief peek around when they got into some light
again, but mostly down, so he didn't' accidentally look anyone in the eye. So
he'd get a rather low view of their surroundings, but well..it was better
than no view.
Tesarik One: She kept her eyes to the ground, only peeking up every now and
again when they got into the soft light to see the creatures they were
passing. Creepy shit, like a huge haunted city. At the creepier things, her
hands squeezed Finn's
Tesarik One: shoulders a bit tighter.
SwordOfAtrophy: For the most part, the leers and taunts didn't faze her in
the slighest. Her eyes kept down, her feet slightly twisting as she picked
them up, to make her footprints more distinguishable and easy to follow if
she needed.
DaemianBerazalle: He smiled behind the rags that covered his face, doing his
best to keep his eyes down, watching his steps more than anything. He bit
his tongue, literally, to keep from saying anything once the remarks were
made, however.
Tesarik One: (Does anyone have Knowledge (architecture and engineering) or
(anthropology and archaeology) or (dungeoneering)?)
fionnadh na tine: (Architecture/Engineering)
Tesarik One: Roll a knowledge.
RageofNocturne: :: He continued to walk not speaking right now as he moved
long with the line though his center eye did narrow hearing the undead
speaking of them-D-
DaemianBerazalle: (Dungeoneering)
OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
fionnadh na tine: (....)
fionnadh na tine: 14
Tesarik One: (Maka has architecture/engineering too)
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
Tesarik One: 15
Tesarik One: Roll Dae.
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
DaemianBerazalle: (+10 knowledge, +2 int = 25)
Tesarik One: Info sent if you got anything.
DaemianBerazalle: He paid attention to certain details as they walked,
finding the patterns in the way the city was constructed. He was confident
he'd be able to lead the group back to the crypts when the time came. He'd
avoid speaking of the
fionnadh na tine: At least nobody randomly fell over since it was just a
knowledge check!
DaemianBerazalle: matter for now, instead taking a deep breath to be sure he
had all their scents. No one was getting left behind.
Tesarik One: Ok, as you all get into wider passages, the walls begin to
darken like they are covered in soot. Especially as you turn into the areas
for the slaves. Now, the city did have some prison areas, but they've
expanded it with bone bars
Tesarik One: and you are all probably very surprised to see the amount of
people of all types, that are amassed here. As you pass by cages, you can
catch glimpses of at least 10 to 15 in each cage. By the time you get to your
ward, you've passed
Tesarik One: at least a hundred slaves, of all ages. The chains are removed,
and you all are shove into a cage with about 10 other people and the door
slams, Dravu walks off without another word or look.
Mighty Gar thog: ~He figured that was only one area of the slaves. He was
expecting more, since a group of eight coming in was barely noticed, by most~
RageofNocturne: :: Once inside the cell he looked around and narrowed all 3
eyes now and stepped around the area slowly buy kept close to the group. He
was familiar with being fresh meat in a cell of others and well it wasn't
uncommon for fights to
RageofNocturne: break out in prisons over the new meat-D-
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fionnadh na tine: Well at least the chains were off! He grunted when he was
shoved into the cell, then crouched down as well as he could to rub against
his ankles a bit. He'd also attempt to get his back to a wall with all speed,
if there was wall
SwordOfAtrophy: Her first reaction was to find a spot where her back
couldn't be attacked, and knelt down there, mutely staring at the floor. Jane
looked appetizing and meek, but she was far from helpless, and if she could
paint herself as the
fionnadh na tine: space available.
Tesarik One: At least the chains were gone. She moved in, hands still on
Finn, then decided it was probably safer to not show that they were
connected, so she walked to the side and crouched down, arms around herself
as she coughed from the dust
SwordOfAtrophy: target, so much for the rest of them. She'd let the elected
leaders come up with plans and a course of action.
Tesarik One: and already needing a drink of water. She drew figures in the
dirt, and let her hair fall over her eyes so she could more easily peer
around. Maybe Rufias was in the cell with them!
fionnadh na tine: It'd be real easy to hide that they were connected until
they started talking! Two pretty redheads with the same accent, bwaha. Did
they have an idea of where to look for this fella? Perhaps that'd gone in one
ear and out the other.
Tesarik One: Welcome to a dirty cell too small for all the people in it,
with the welcoming scent of a dirty outhouse!
fionnadh na tine: He did look to Jane and then crouched down near her,
whispering. "Ya alright there?"
Tesarik One: No, they just knew he was a new slave.
DaemianBerazalle: He moved in as the chains were removed, entering in as far
as he could. He'd look around at the inhabitants, speaking quietly.
"Everyone alright?" Of course, he spoke in Elven.
RageofNocturne: :: He looked to Finn and Jane and moved slowly over and
crouched down and looked to Jane with 2 eyes while his center eye kept an eye
out for himself-D-
Tesarik One: You can all roll a Spot if you like.
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
Mighty Gar thog: ~Did not understand elvish, so simply placed a shoulder to
the cell bars~
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Tesarik One: +4 = 24
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
DaemianBerazalle: (Perception +3, Alert +5, Mark +5 if target is here =
23/28 for target
Mighty Gar thog: (15)
SwordOfAtrophy: She didn't look up, but a whisper came forth. "Let the
bullies come to me. I will be fine." There was some advantage to looking like
a helpless little girl. She was also a master of speaking in a way where her
lips barely moved.
OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
fionnadh na tine: (+5 alert, +5 perception = 22)
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
Tesarik One: Rufias is not in the cell you are in.
RageofNocturne: +5= 7)
fionnadh na tine: "Just makin sure you were alright is all." He straightened
up then. He figured if she was here, she cold take care of herself, but bein
all crouched down wasn't usually a good sign! He had a peek around and didn't
see Rufias, so
fionnadh na tine: well..they'd have to check other cells, now wouldn't they?
Tesarik One: Those who got 21+, think you see him in a cell across the way,
though it seems that people are being very careful to stay around him so you
just get glimpses.
Tesarik One: "They get everyone, eventually. Less you can get to the Iron
Gate. Not many can travel that far," someone at the back of the cell was
speaking softly in elven.
SwordOfAtrophy: "Thank you, sir."
DaemianBerazalle: Well, he thought he'd start off his idea by signing a
simple gesture to his own group, to see if any of them understood Commonsign.
Tesarik One: She peered out of the cell to the other cells she could see...
there was an old man with pointy ears and silver hair. She said nothing
though, and looked over to the one talking in her cage.
Tesarik One: Maka did, she signed back!
fionnadh na tine: Well he was about as far from deserving of the word sir as
could be. He didn't understand anything at all in elven, or commonsign for
that matter! He did think he'd spotted what'shisname across the way, however.
At least someone who
fionnadh na tine: looked close. He looked about to see if anyone was
patrolling, or if they were just left to their own devices whilst signing was
going on.
RageofNocturne: :: He looked over to the one using sign and lifted a hand to
sign back since well he was polylingual!-- Yes i understand--he would sign
over-D-
Tesarik One: "Get back, get back, get away from the bars," said the elven
voice, just as....
DaemianBerazalle: He, too, thought he had caught sight of Rufius. He was
able to bring the image of the picture to mind, but could only get a hope it
was him from the glimpses he saw. He made sure to step back from the bars,
keeping his eyes down.
Tesarik One: The Fear Guard showed up on their patrol. Three of them.
Tesarik One: These incorporeal entities appear as a hooded humanoid figures
clad in flowing robes of translucent gray over a suit of ghostly armor. Its
facial features are a swirl of maddening images, fluctuating
Tesarik One: between a serene countenance and a face twisted into a grimace
of horror and fear.
Mighty Gar thog: ~The cow boy tried to move back then~
Tesarik One: Everyone roll a Willpower against Fear.
fionnadh na tine: Well he'd certainly move back from the bars when he
spotted the fear guard, if possible.
OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
fionnadh na tine: For fuck's sake.
OnlineHost: DaemianBerazalle rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
RageofNocturne: Celestial Heritage- pass 1 save per day)
DaemianBerazalle: (FearlesS)
SwordOfAtrophy: 4
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Tesarik One: 17
Mighty Gar thog: (20)
Tesarik One: Maka, seeing those ghostly apparitions, lost it. (Fear the
Reaper flaw) She knew she'd be facing undead, but this place was getting to
her already. She dropped to her knees and put her hands on her head, rocking
a bit, muffled cries
Tesarik One: in Castillon, "No, no, get back, not again."
Tesarik One: 15+ feel a healthy sense of fear from the Fear Guard as they
pass. 20+ are not so easily effected by the fear aura.
Tesarik One: 14 and under, you are struck with terror until they get past
your cell.
DaemianBerazalle: He ground his teeth together, sucking in a hiss he was
tempted to make at the creatures. He did his best to stand his ground where
he'd chosen to stand back from the bars at. His muscles twitched with the
urge to flee, but he
fionnadh na tine: Fear was a potent thing, especially when one's dice
decided to be a d2 tonight. So he moved back in as much of a hurry as he
could, but he still made sure he was between Maka and them! And stared all
terrified, but well..maybe he
DaemianBerazalle: managed to save himself from giving away the terror inside
him.
fionnadh na tine: could still count how long their patrol took after they
got past the cell!
SwordOfAtrophy: She shivered, her body locked in the position as the terror
struck home. She would be about as useless as a wet rag in a rainstorm until
it subsided.
Mighty Gar thog: ~Cow boy was unaffected, barely feeling anything from them.
Just thinking they had a horrid look to them~
RageofNocturne: :: He would look to the guard and felt no fear from them
then looked to Jane and pat her back-- They will pass..--he spoke under his
breath to her to try and keep it down then clenched his teeth and stood
upright turning so one eye
Tesarik One: The Fear Guard passed, screams and cries echoing at each prison
cell as they passed. They said nothing, merely floated on by.
RageofNocturne: could watch them as they passed-D-
Tesarik One: Once they passed several cells down, the man spoke again, "I
could say you'll get used to it, but you won't." This time, said in very soft
common.
DaemianBerazalle: "We definitely need to avoid their attention." He
muttered in Elvish, shaking off a shiver that threatened to crawl up his
spine.
Mighty Gar thog: ~he looked over at the man speaking~ How long have you been
in here? ~asked in a low tone~
SwordOfAtrophy: "Please don't touch me.."
Tesarik One: She wiped her dirty fact with her hand, despite having a
healthy fear, she also knew that something evil wanted her soul. Why had she
even come here? She had no idea what she was going to face. She stared over
at the man talking.
fionnadh na tine: He took a deep breath and let it go slowly after the
creatures passed, trembling a little. He gave a pat to Maka's shoulder and
gave it a squeeze, then moved back towards the bars after a moment.
Tesarik One: "Hard to keep up with time, couple weeks. Haven't found use for
me yet, half seem to die from starvation or lack of water anyway."
Tesarik One: face*
RageofNocturne: :: I may look grotesque right now but i am a celestial Jane.
No need to fear my touch. --he said to her and moved a few steps away from
her and ruffled his feathers his three eyes moving all over-D-
Tesarik One: "Just sit back, nothing else you can do. I don't know if hoping
you get picked, or dying in the cage is the best choice."
fionnadh na tine: "Some people just don't like bein touched, and it's got
nothin to do with fear." Said to the bizarre celestial in his whisper, as he
was watching and counting in his head.
SwordOfAtrophy: It was hard to explain that she didn't like to be touched by
strangers at all, not just him, but he moved away so she said nothing. Though
someone pointed it out for her.
Mighty Gar thog: I see. Picked for what, exactly? ~he had to inquire
further~
Tesarik One: "They feed you to the others if you die. Those who've been here
a long time, drink the blood and eat the flesh raw. That way, when they die,
they become more undead for the city. Zombies or something."
Tesarik One: "Work. Haven't been picked so I don't know. They pick the
pretty ones first, and the fat ones. Not too many fat ones these days."
DaemianBerazalle: "Well . . . I am thinking of signing over to the cage
across the way, once we learn the patrol patterns of the guards. If he's
there, and one of those near him understands . . . there's a chance we can be
quick about this." He did
DaemianBerazalle: his best to say that as quietly as possible, hoping none
beyond the group heard.
Tesarik One: "Eh, what's that?" The man leaned forward, trying to hear what
it was Dae was muttering. "Quick about what?"
Mighty Gar thog: I take it the guards that passed cannot be physically
touched, right?
Tesarik One: "Hush, now, here they come again!" Sure enough, another patrol
of three Fear Guards passed through. The same as before? There was no way to
tell. Probably not. Those that were looking to see how long it took, it was
about 7 minutes.
DaemianBerazalle: He used the distraction of Cowboy's question to divert the
other's question away, doing his best to not lose his count as they passed
by.
Tesarik One: "They are ghosts or something. They call 'em the Fear Guard.
Cause of the fear rolling off them, I suspect."
Mighty Gar thog: (from the direction the last 3 went?)
fionnadh na tine: He crouched down and picked up a rock when they started
coming again, then concentrated on hopefully not forgetting what he was doing
when they came by.
Tesarik One: No, going the same direction.
Tesarik One: Roll a willpower against fear, unless you have fearless.
OnlineHost: Tesarik One rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
OnlineHost: RageofNocturne rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
OnlineHost: SwordOfAtrophy rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
DaemianBerazalle: He knew he'd need to wait for at least two more rotations
to test for variances in the movements, as well as to see if any besides the
Fear Guard patrolled.
Tesarik One: Oh well at least something was working out for Maka, she didn't
break down in tears this time as they passed.
OnlineHost: fionnadh na tine rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
fionnadh na tine: 10
SwordOfAtrophy: 9, Back to being a statue.
RageofNocturne: 9)
OnlineHost: Mighty Gar thog rolled 1 20-sided die: 6
Mighty Gar thog: (7)
fionnadh na tine: Yep, just..frozen staring and trembling.
Mighty Gar thog: ~Cow boy, instead of running, placed his back to the bars
at the side and braced himself~
Tesarik One: They passed by, as before, moving at the same pace.
fionnadh na tine: And after they passed by, he picked his rock back up and
chucked it out between the bars, towards the guard. Not AT the guard, but in
their direction, wanting it to land behind them to see how they reacted. He
also tried to toss it
fionnadh na tine: quickly so it wouldn't have obviously come from him.
Mighty Gar thog: ~He looked the way they went, then back to the man~ the
dead bodies are left in here whole?
fionnadh na tine: (I can roll for that if you want, but he's not aiming at
anything specific, just the ground)
DaemianBerazalle: He spent his time as the guards passed doing anything he
could think of to take his mind off their presence, adding strings of numbers
together til he couldn't solve the next part. He began moving closer to the
door of their cell
Tesarik One: The Fear Guard would pass three more times, setting in to them
that yes, every 7 minutes a set of three guards came from the same direction
past them. As the rock skittered behind the creatures, they stopped and all
three turned at
DaemianBerazalle: to inspect how it secured itself, til the rock landed. He
stopped moving as he heard the sound.
Tesarik One: once, staring at the rock and then at the cages on either side.
Not caring who did it, one of the guard flew right into the cage opposite
them, as all of them screamed and pressed together. Whoever was closest,
which happened to be
RageofNocturne: :: After they passed he untensed and clenched his teeth and
spit to the ground then looked around then watched the guards-D-
Tesarik One: a young elven woman with wide eyes, screaming, was the target.
They didn't care who did it, someone would pay. It's touch swept through her,
draining her of her life, until she fell dead with eyes still wide with fear.
It then moved
Tesarik One: through the bars and took up it's place and began to move again
on its patrols.
fionnadh na tine: Cue Finn looking all beaten down and miserable like he'd
never thrown a rock in his life. Wasn't even sure what one was, in fact! Of
course those mismatched eyes of his were still watching to see what was going
on....and they'd gone
DaemianBerazalle: He knew there was no way Finn could have predicted that.
Bigger picture, Dae reminded himself. He clapped the fellow gently on the
shoulder, leaning close and speaking to his ear in Common. "Just one more
death to add to their
fionnadh na tine: and killed someone! He frowned all the more and muttered
something under his breath in Castillon, then switched to common whispering
to Maka, since she was close! "...well I don't think it'd be wise to try and
slip out behind them."
DaemianBerazalle: heads. Don't let it get you down. It's not a rational
thing to expect."
fionnadh na tine: "Seven minutes is a bit close to pick the lock, get over
to the other cell, pick that lock and see if it's our fella, however."
Tesarik One: Before the next Fear Guard would make a patrol, someone else
showed up. A well-dressed young man, a bit of a fop in fact, approached the
cells with his gloved hand on a pretty elven thinblade at his side.
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Tesarik One: He paused at the cell that now held the body of the dead girl,
already the other slaves, at least some of them, had advanced upon the body
and were trying to claw it open and drink what they could of her body fluids
before it got
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Tesarik One: cold. "Ahhh, the savages are being fed, I came at the perfect
time." He grinned and watched, then tilted his head peering towards the back
of the group. "I know you're back there old man. They can cover you alllll
they want, but I
Tesarik One: see you."
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DaemianBerazalle: The scent of her blood as they tore into her called to
him, and he was sure to try something he might regret. He made no move to
actually use them, but he checked his connection to the shadows, seeing if
they would welcome him for
Tesarik One: "That's Lew Arkis," whispered the man in their cage very, very
lowly.
DaemianBerazalle: a Shadow Walk.
Tesarik One: Yes, shadow walk would work, limited to where he could see
though.
Tesarik One: Lew glanced over at their cage as if he heard the whisper,
which he did. He was a vampire! He then paused, and grinned seeing the new
ladies. "I'll be back for you Rufias. I see new blood." He turned and headed
for their cage.
DaemianBerazalle: He nodded softly, knowing it might come down to acting
sooner rather than later. He knew the man spoke to their target, whether or
not the man would respond. He studied the blade the fellow
DaemianBerazalle: held, dropping his eyes as his attention turned to them.
Tesarik One: (I think we are having some aol difficulties. Mine keeps
flickering, Andy's isn't working)
RageofNocturne: yea mine had just froze on me)
Mighty Gar thog: (Mine restsarted)
DaemianBerazalle: (Well, I already had mine, but I'm lagging)
Tesarik One: (Any objections to pausing here since this is very important to
our story and picking up on Friday?)
Tesarik One: (I'll give you all full credit, even though it's only been a
bit over 2 hours)
Mighty Gar thog: (Sounds good to me!)
DaemianBerazalle: (None at all. Not here)
RageofNocturne: im all for it)
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