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Atan
Atan
Posts: 1022
(7/8/05 9:18 pm)
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Re: Lanterns
Moving into the room, Atan watchs the events transpire with interest from the doorway. The mage and undead scribe squabbling and although he cannot understand the diffcult Lunar tongue, he recognizes the unmistakeable tone, the same tone as every other scribe that Atan had ever met. "If this guy will talk we can get a lot of answers.", he says to Ulwe and Sangraal standing close by.
As Madragars tone rises and the scribe holds out it's hand pointing to the screen, Atan cautiously tightens his grip on the Olmanii recurve, putting weight on the arrow snugging it against the string.
[move 5N, 1NE hold action. Will shoot if something moves to attack/cast spell from behind the screen. +10/2d6+4]
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 1605
(7/9/05 1:22 am)
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Re: I'll see you on the Beach
In Moagaran, Madragar confirms what the others have guessed. "It says that its captain is beyond the screen," he reports. "It is self-willed to an extent we have not yet seen outside these caverns. Curious, then," he continues, almost as if to himself, "that it would not seek to protect the object of its labor."
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Jubilex
Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 4374
(7/11/05 6:36 am)
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Re: Lanterns
"When the Nobles came from Pahaaramet, in the younger days of the world, this is where they stood in council."
From the shadows of the corridor a strange almost disembodied voice floats into the room. Slowly, trance-like, Janes wanders through the open doorway and surveys the chamber as if there were no one in it, his voice without a hint of the Dobrug accent the companions find so familiar.
"There," Janes intones while gesturing at the linen screen. "The leader of the expedition would give his commands and we would listen and pray. Together we marched through these deep chambers and up the long hall of our ancestors to the ships that awaited us." Janes stands before one of the tall wooden doors and runs his fingers along its surface, inspecting its many inscriptions and icons with a kind of sublime familiarity.
Inexplicably Janes seems to snap out of his trance and turns around to see the companions staring at him.
"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Janes asks.
The purple light of the lanterns flicker and dance in their iron cages.
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squarefodder
Khelzhad
Posts: 680
(7/11/05 8:46 am)
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Re: I'll see you on the Beach
[Has Khelzhad ever heard of Pahaaramet? He tries a Bardic Knowledge check]
[That name is beyond Khelzhad's knowledge. -GM]
Edited by: Jubilex at: 7/11/05 9:14 am
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squarefodder
Khelzhad
Posts: 681
(7/11/05 10:57 am)
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Re: Lanterns
Nervously glancing at Janes while keeping his crossbow aimed at the screen.
"Hall of our ancestors...", he mutters. "Fear not, Companions, I believe that message was from a voice far older then the vile Lunars here. It appears we are in their throne room - far older then any of us can imagine. But it is not the armory..."
Edited by: squarefodder at: 7/11/05 11:16 am
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doggius
Pogar
Posts: 1171
(7/11/05 10:58 am)
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Re: I'll see you on the Beach
Trying to clear the cobwebs from his head, Pogar tries to remember back, to when he was in the body of the Dragonewt, to see if it would spark andy recognician of the word Pahaaramet.
[Doubtful but its worth a shot  ]
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 1503
(7/11/05 11:48 am)
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clear those murder holes....
Sangraal on gaurd enters the room with "Jolla" poised to strike.
"Grapling hook and rope. Would come in handy currently to pull down that screen. Draxim you got anything?"
[OOC: anybody without a missile weapon want to go push the screen aside? ]
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Kenner
Draxim
Posts: 1310
(7/11/05 12:06 pm)
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Re: I'll see you on the Beach
Draxim digs out the requested items, and stands at the ready.
"This seems more like a talkin' kind o' thing then a bustin' heads kind o' thing. You alright there Janes? You started spoutin' poetry and you didn't sound like yerself. Do you remember?"
[Not so doubtful Doggius. The "long hall of the ancestors" comment definitely supports your theory. ]
Edited by: Kenner at: 7/11/05 12:14 pm
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 1606
(7/11/05 12:40 pm)
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Re: clear those murder holes....
"We tread on unknown ground, Sangraal. Let us not resort to crude tools...yet."
Madragar breathes a silent prayer and steps forward to the screen. If possible, he simply looks behind it. If not, he moves it gently aside.
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Jubilex
Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 4375
(7/11/05 12:49 pm)
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Re: I'll see you on the Beach
The scribe stares at Madragar as he advances, steps past Draxim, and approaches the screen. The wizard fully expects some sudden attack but none materializes. The scribe remains completely motionless.
Madragar peeks around the screen and beholds a mighty stone throne covered in reliefs of coiled serpentine creatures, dragonewts all. Each figure tumbles, coils, or physically emerges from the bodies of its neighbors until the whole writhing mass is like a single undulating beast. Madragar finds the bizarre dragonewt artwork both disturbing and strangely fascinating.
The throne is huge, easily eight feet high and five feet wide. It is technically a divan as the chair has only a single arm rest, opposite which is a depression near the back of the seat - perhaps something that could accomodate a tail. Madragar imagines the odd shape of the throne would make it comfortable for a dragonewt, though not so much for a human.
Slumped against the throne's single arm rest is a corpse. Armored from head to toe in the now familiar legionnaire panoply, the dead Lunar lays motionless, its empty eye sockets blank and staring.
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 1607
(7/11/05 1:35 pm)
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He chose poorly...
"If you be not wholly dead, speak now," says Madragar in Lunar. "For else I purpose to remove you from the throne."
He adds a few syllables of arcane language.
detect magic
[Note to Madragar -GM]
Edited by: Jubilex at: 7/11/05 1:57 pm
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 1608
(7/11/05 3:20 pm)
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Re: I'll see you on the Beach
Turning to face the scribe, Madragar gestures his companions to enter, and says "Your captain, if this is truly he,is quite dead. The most minor of spirits still inhabits his frame. You, on the other hand, reek strongly of stygian necromancy. Delay us no longer, scribe. Speak now of what we wish to know or face your end at long last."
"Where is the Disk? And, while we're at it, what power inhabits these lanterns?"
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Jubilex
Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 4377
(7/11/05 4:07 pm)
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Re: He chose poorly...
The scribe, at last, rises to its feet and glances in the direction of the throne, though the linen screen blocks its view.
"The captain grows impatient with your ignorance and threats," the scribe hisses. "It is not his policy to abuse the native population, but in some cases it is necessary to set an example. Do not tempt his wrath further."
Edited by: Jubilex at: 7/11/05 4:07 pm
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Kenner
Draxim
Posts: 1311
(7/11/05 4:15 pm)
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No Mother! Oh no! Mother!
[Ask him about Amelia Earhart too!]
Draxim puts the grappling hook away, and reverts to his sword.
"Tell him you need to requisition some scrolls." whispers Draxim to the bald-pated sorcerer.
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 1609
(7/11/05 4:19 pm)
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Re: He chose poorly...
In Moagaran, Madragar says to Draxim and the others "He believes his commander to be in command. He is mistaken. Be prepared for an irrational response."
"Why scrolls, Draxim? What is your plan?"
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Atan
Atan
Posts: 1024
(7/11/05 5:46 pm)
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Re: No Mother! Oh no! Mother!
Atan walks forward to stand near the undead scribe, but surmising that this creature still works as he did however many years ago, "What reports does the captain have you working on? Surely without regular visits from the savage tribes, your workload would shrink eh?"
[Atan takes time to try and get information as to what the scribe actually works on. If the scribe engages in conversation Atan will ask to look at a scroll.]
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Ulwe
Ulwe
Posts: 1492
(7/11/05 6:44 pm)
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Re: No Mother! Oh no! Mother!
Ulwe casts a wary glance over to Sangraal. Clearly the tete-a-tete with the undead scribe has the elven priest agitated.
He takes a step back from the creature and stands next to his fellow cleric.
"This is blasphemous. We must destroy it." He hisses to the Yelmite.
With his Javelin poised, Ulwe waits for any sudden motion or excuse to hurl the Swan-Maided at this hated undead foe.
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Jubilex
Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 4378
(7/11/05 6:54 pm)
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Re: No Mother! Oh no! Mother!
The scribe with one hand casually rolls up the scroll on which it was so recently writing. Standing close to the thing Atan can't help but feel the nauseating aura of the living dead that emanates from it. His elven senses detect no taint of Chaos, but necromancy has always been the Enemy's close cousin.
"It is not for your eyes, elfkind, and it would be wise for you to lead your band out of this place forever."
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squarefodder
Khelzhad
Posts: 682
(7/11/05 7:24 pm)
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Re: No Mother! Oh no! Mother!
Frustrated at being useless in an act of diplomacy, even with a corpse, Khelzhad makes the best use of his darkvision as a rear guard on the passage hither.
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Ulwe
Ulwe
Posts: 1493
(7/11/05 10:06 pm)
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Re: No Mother! Oh no! Mother!
Ulwe unlimbers his pack. Keeping a wary eye on the scribe, he sets his heavy sea bag down.
"Enough of this talk! Finith stand back, let us not tarry it must be destroyed!" Ulwe calls out in his native Elven to Atan.
Though what he said is a mystery to the others, his tone is unmistakable.
He sets down his Javelin and produces a round flask of blown glass stoppered with a thick wax seal. The normally clear light blue vessel looks black in the purple light.
"There is more in my pack." He mentions to Sangraal and whomever is closeby.
Edited by: Ulwe at: 7/11/05 10:20 pm
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