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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1624
(5/19/03 9:07 pm)
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Old Kurlew, Aftermath
The makeshift hospital wiles away the hours with groans, shuddering and evil nightmares. Only Madragar comes close to succumbing to the disease ridden broo weapons, but the fishmonger's son shrugs off the last of the infection some hours later. By late that afternoon (at least by Atan's reckoning) Sangraal, Madragar, Draxim and Kezib are all awake, but very weak and entirely immobile.
Ruglan, being a fairly industrious sort, extinguishes most of the lanterns and collects the oil (about 30 flasks worth). He also gives the lower chamber the once-over and comes across a small leather pack. Ruglan quickly surmises that it belonged to the jackal head because within it he finds a tiny clay pot containg a small amount of sticky purple substance. Ruglan wisely does not touch it. The pack also contains a strange cylinder made of bone perhaps three inches in diameter. The thing is entirely covered in some odd inscription that Ruglan cannot translate. He, again wisely, decides to let the priest or wizard have a look before he ends up cursed, or worse.
Atan explores a bit, moving down the long hallway north. After about eighty feet the hall ends at an enormous set of double doors. Each stands at least sixty feet high and appear to be made of solid stone. A dozen large boulders, at least as big as the one on the circular portal in the lower chamber, are set against it, holding it shut. Unable to do more than stare at the immense stone barrier, Atan wanders back.
Sangraal and Draxim are soon able to choke down a bit of food (Madragar and Kezib get the jibblies just thinking about it), Draxim even managing to sit upright despite his nasty gut wound. The hall is almost peaceful now that the broo corpses have been dragged away, and most of the blood has dried.
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Kenner
Draxim
Posts: 533
(5/19/03 9:30 pm)
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Re: Old Kurlew, Aftermath
As Ruglan is surveying the hacked remnants of his shield, Draxim manages, "expected... see Humakt" pant "not Urox sheildman" he starts to laugh then thinks better of it. He continues wheezing for a while when not trying to surpress coughing fits that would surely damage him further. Any further attempts at humor dissappear when he sees two shrouds. After learning who they are he becomes very quiet. Occasionally his lips can be seen moving in a way that seems more purposeful then mere trembling. Tears, however do not appear.
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 477
(5/19/03 11:06 pm)
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Re: Old Kurlew, Aftermath
"The stone," wheezes Madragar, sweating and pale. "How close did they get? Must...move it back."
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 487
(5/20/03 7:22 am)
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Re: Old Kurlew, Aftermath
[OOC: Is Sangraal well enough to cast spells?]
[Yep. -GM]
Edited by: Jubilex at: 5/20/03 7:28:18 am
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Ruglan
Ruglan
Posts: 164
(5/20/03 9:25 am)
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Re: Old Kurlew, Aftermath
Ruglan shows Atan the various bits and baubbles he finds among the broo gear. Whispering to Atan he says, "That jackal should be killed, it is sneaky and will most likely escape when it has a chance. Question it now and then finish it. I do not want to be poisoned in my sleep by the foul thing."
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Atan
Registered User
Posts: 98
(5/20/03 9:53 am)
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Re: Old Kurlew, Aftermath
At the sight of the mutilated Merek Lek Atan becomes visibly enraged and barely contains himself. He physically removes himself away from the Jackal headed broo unless tending its wounds, which he does reluctantly and not to gently. His hands tending to find the pommel of his dagger each time his eyes wander to the carnage, "We will certainly ask it some questions when it can speak and I think it will tell us everything we want to know."
[Did the thing even live through the night?]
[How many arrows did I recover out of 14 (thought I shot all 15 but was wrong)?]
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1626
(5/20/03 9:57 am)
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Re: Old Kurlew, Aftermath
[The jackal certainly survived and Atan catches it more than once peeking at him and Ruglan during the night, then feigning unconsciousness. It's binds are tight, however.
Atan recovers 11 of his arrows.]
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 488
(5/20/03 10:10 am)
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Re: Old Kurlew, Aftermath
As the grip of darkness gives way to the throbbing pain reality Sangraal takes stock of the situation. He asks some perfunctory questions as to what happened and is deeply saddened by the loss of Meneloss and Ruig.
Closing his eyes he appeals to Yelm to guide them to Humakts arm so that they can rest in eternal peace. He prays at length, reciting several passages from Rites of the Fallen, for both Ruig and Meneloss. Sangraal concludes with a quite recital of the Orison Convalesce.
[OOC: Cure light wounds 1d8+1: Sangraal]
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 489
(5/20/03 10:20 am)
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Re: Old Kurlew, Aftermath
[OOC: Sangraal if he is able to move around once he has healed himself will cast Cure Minor wounds: 1 hp each on Madragar and Draxim in an attempt to speed the recovery from the effects of the posion.
Then thats it for spell for Sangraal for the day]
Spying the jackel headed broo, Sangraal questions Atan
"Ask it the questions you want then send him back to the pits that spawned him. He is way to dangerous to leave tied up. I'll do it if need be."
[OOC: Halle, Conlon - that broo is a monk. Kill it before it makes its escape artist roll]
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1627
(5/20/03 10:20 am)
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Re: Old Kurlew, Aftermath
After Sangraal's prayer he finds he is able stand, and even walk around a little without oozing blood. The priest of Yelm is still very weak, however.
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Atan
Registered User
Posts: 99
(5/20/03 10:23 am)
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Re: Old Kurlew, Aftermath
Atan cuts a length of rope off the boulder and uses it to tie Jackal's legs. Periodically he checks the bindings to make sure that Jackal hasn't loosened them.
"I wonder if the two dwarven guides are still waiting for us?", mentions to Ruglan. "They will probably be gone when we finally get out of here. I figure to get everyone up and mobile will take us at least another day maybe two. Then we need to figure out what occcured on that altar and finish clearing this place."
[Does it appear that the Broo were successfull in moving the boulder?]
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1628
(5/20/03 10:27 am)
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Re: Old Kurlew, Aftermath
The broo definitely moved the boulder. They did it right before Atan's eyes.
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1629
(5/20/03 11:03 am)
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Unexpected Guests
The only warning of danger comes when Atan suddenly springs to his feet and grabs his bow. Ruglan and Sangraal are seated near the reclining forms of Draxim, Madragar and Kezib as they munch on a bit of dry bread and are taken completely by surprise.
Emerging from the darkness at the western end of the sloping hallway comes an armored phalanx of spearmen... elves in fact. Their dark grey leather armor is embellished with silver rivets and beautiful bronze, zoomorphic symbols. Spotting the bloody band laying scattered about the hall, the spearmen form up shoulder to shoulder across the hallway and crouch low. Another line of armored elves steps up behind the dozen spearmen, each drawing back the string of a gilded bow. The simultaneous creaking of so many bowstrings is accutely ominous.
For the moment, the martial band of elves simply stare down at the party, eyes focused on their targets.
Edited by: Jubilex at: 5/20/03 11:05:06 am
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 490
(5/20/03 12:04 pm)
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its Elvish for "Die!"
"Atan......?" Sangraal poses the question with a tense emphisis on the silent question mark as if to say "Who the hell are they?" Sangraal slowly rises to his feet bringing himself to full height, or at least as straight backed as his wounds will allow.
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Atan
Registered User
Posts: 100
(5/20/03 12:22 pm)
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Re: its Elvish for "Die!"
Atan looks about at the mass of elves. Wisely he releases the tension on the bow and lowers it to point at the floor. Slowly raising his open right hand he closes it to a fist with two fingers extended. Touching his index and middle finger to his heart he bows his head in respect. The lilting tongue of the elves leaps forth loud and confident, "Lrh-Imaldaen uin nral Finith Ring, Merek Lek uin Atan. Nuaco ii firima Quendë otorno."
[Note to GM to follow]
Edited by: Atan at: 5/20/03 12:52:28 pm
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 478
(5/20/03 12:38 pm)
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Re: its Elvish for "Die!"
Madragar very slowly puts down anything he's holding and remains reclining. He trusts that Atan can explain their presence, and hopes that these new arrivals may become allies. At the least, they may keep away any broo warbands until he and his companions are able to stand.
He is as relaxed as anyone can be with a dozen weapons pointed at him.
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doggius
Kezib Ahitub
Posts: 353
(5/20/03 12:55 pm)
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Re: its Elvish for "Die!"
Kezib tenses up, upon seeing the elves come forth. Upon seeing Atan release the tention on his bow, Kezib will relax slightly, but will try to sit up.
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Atan
Registered User
Posts: 103
(5/20/03 1:02 pm)
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Re: its Elvish for "Die!"
Out of the corner of his eye he spots Sangraal rise, "Haval das Sangraal" he speaks uncounciously in elven. Correcting quickly, "Sangraal please, sit."
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 1630
(5/20/03 1:05 pm)
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Re: its Elvish for "Die!"
Atan speaks slowly, doing his best to be polite and gracious during this tense moment. As he scans the elven battle line that has suddenly formed only a few yards away Atan can find no obvious leader. There is no immediate reply to his introduction, either, but he does notice something unusual in all those pairs of pitiless eyes: the gleam of firelight.
Atan spins around, struggling against the instinct to draw an arrow, and Ruglan and Sangraal follow his lead. In the chamber below, standing atop the lone boulder sitting heavily on the circular portal, is a lithe humanoid figure wreathed in flame. Atan, Sangraal and Ruglan shield their eyes from the brilliance and intense heat, confused and surprised by the apparition that has suddenly appeared behind them. The fire burns for a long moment, then in a flash dissipates into nothing.
The figure emerges from the immolating flames totally unharmed and gracefully steps down from the ragged stone, walking toward the gaping Atan. It is an elf woman dressed in the same dark grey armor of those at the other end of the hallway, a slender rod of pale bone in her hand. Her hair is shoulder length and so blonde as to be almost white, peaking out from beneath a finely crafted steel helm, a length of shimmering mail cascading down the back of the piece from ear to ear. As she approaches, her free hand makes some indecipherable gesture and a chorus of creaking bowstrings descends from the elven host. They have lowered their bows.
"I have seen you many times, Finith Ring," the elven lady begins. "But I never knew your name. Once there were two among you I have known, but only one now remains." The mysterious lady looks down with profound sadness at the shrouded form of Meneloss.
"Lys... lady..." Madragar whispers, trying to rise, his skin still pale from the effects of the jackal's poison.
"Yes, young Madragar, though only Edrigan called me that. Lyssa. Yes. My name before I came to these shores and stood the Long Watch with the Golden sage and the Lord of the Mountain. A child's name among the Shei Hythriad. A name used among friends."
Passing by the stunned Atan, Lyssa kneels next to Madragar for a moment, looking carefully at the dressing of his wounds. A few seconds later she rises and turns back to Atan, Sangraal and Ruglan.
"And friends we will be," she continues, smiling broadly. "You may call me Lyssa."
Edited by: Jubilex at: 5/20/03 1:11:31 pm
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 491
(5/20/03 1:19 pm)
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Re: its Elvish for "We won!"
Captivated by the sudden apperence of the Lady Lyssa Sangraal introduces himself "I am Sangraal of Dobrug, Brother of the Dawn, Disciple of Yelm the Bringer".
Bowing slightly due to his wounds Sangraal smiles warmly.
"I for one welcome your friendship".
[OOC: Diplomacy +2 ( +1 for chr) = 3: Sangraal introduces himself and tries to create a friendly atmosphere between himself and Lady Lyssa]
Edited by: yucatanyeti at: 5/20/03 1:28:11 pm
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doggius
Kezib Ahitub
Posts: 354
(5/20/03 1:24 pm)
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Re: its Elvish for "Die!"
When Kezib sighs a sigh of relief, when he see's the bows being lowered and watches Lyssa graceful movements as she passes by.
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