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Post by pgholland on Dec 4, 2006 6:14:10 GMT -5
Snerak laughed as he saw the halflings being talked to. "Well my friend, I guess not all halflings live a life as pure as those from Talenta. A shame I guess, but we can forgive them, they are oppressed by the larger races after all." He muttered to his wolf, scratching him under the ear.
He longed for the open grass and the plains, but he knew he needed to learn so much before he could lead the Circle, and he migth even find a haven under this city, somewhere he could nurture into life that one day might overwhelm this infernal place, then he would have his own followers...
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Post by dorkknight23 on Dec 7, 2006 20:41:25 GMT -5
The Halflings lead you to a door, massive in scale, carved out of the living rock itself. Decorated upon it are runes in a language none of you know, but can only assume to be Ancient Dhaakhani Goblin. One of the thieves removes a small stone from his wallet, and inserts it into an opportune aperture in the door. Something moves, and the doors slowly swing open. The walls are roughly hewn, there is no natural light in the place. The darkness beckons.
One of the Halflings motions to you, with a grin, and says in plain Common, “After you.”
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Post by GhostKnight on Dec 8, 2006 23:51:21 GMT -5
Brizza looks at the door opened, it is the place a dwarf would be happy to be, but not an elf. With no natural light she couldn't see nor any elf or human around. Maybe she could produce a magical light to see by herself but she doesn't want to be used as a convenient tool. She just stares at the others to see if anyone has an object that can produce light.
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Post by browwiw on Dec 11, 2006 4:28:00 GMT -5
Koyle wasn't having second thoughts. There were no second thoughts when eight hundred gold sovereigns were involved. Still, the sight of that massive door so far under Sharn could give a man reservations.
The bastard of ir'Karth had been trained in the ways of mounted combat. He was more at home on the back of a destrier as light cavalry or an outrider. A single mounted soldier was worth any three footman. There was no bringing a warhorse down here in these claustrophobic passages. Koyle was now on foot.
Still, Koyle could run as fast as any man and swing a sword better than most. And if a mounted combatant was worth three on foot, surely a single human swordsman was worth three goblins.
I don't suppose there will be just three goblins, though...
Koyle pushed his dire musings aside and produced a canvas bag. He may not have been a seasoned dungeoneer, but Koyle did have a capacity to think ahead. He had even thought to buy flint and steel.
"Here we go, lads and lady," Koyle said as he started to pass out the contents of the bag. "They're not so fancy as a gnomish lantern, but these torches will see us through."
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Post by pgholland on Dec 11, 2006 7:25:52 GMT -5
"Underground, home of the Daelkyr, of the dragon below, evil and destruction. Be careful, here we shall find abhorrent bastardisations of nature like none you have seen before. I have heard of only a few, but if the tales I have heard are true, we shall not only find goblins down here. 'Ware of Dolgrims, goblins twisted by the foul magics of the Daelkyr."
Snerak stroked Skelios' head as he walked towards the opening, his animal companion would be his best bet here, having superior night vision, and enhanced senses. He only wished he had mastered the transfomative abilities of natural magic, then they would have an intelligent set of eyes also.
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Post by shigoki on Dec 14, 2006 22:43:51 GMT -5
Tipical... One thing you never do, get in before the 'uninvited' party. Alas, this time was not meant to be as they where 'led' in to the maze. He was wishing for a teleporting scroll right now... If only I had payd more atention before.
Pushing his negative feelingaside, he moved after the others, his hand ready to grab his boomeran and block the attacks, even if he was at a disadvantage in such small place.
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Post by Manticore on Dec 31, 2006 12:30:02 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry about the appalling lateness. I forgot about this game completely.)
Jonelim kept silent, leaning on his stick for support. He was intrigued by Snerak's concerns. He would dearly like to investigate the "foul magics" further. He knew that any one of the party members would be more than a match for a Goblin, but if the foul little things came en masse they would be hard-pressed. He shifted through his memorised spells, wondering if they would be enough; there was a limit to what he could do. He accepted the torch from Koyle and waited while the armoured figure led the way. Jonelim shivered in the chill air of the underground passage. But he was calm. This was no worse than entering a tomb, after all.
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Post by dorkknight23 on Jan 4, 2007 18:19:21 GMT -5
OOC: Alright, guys, sorry, but I think I'm going to be stopping this campaign.
However, the rules seem to be working really well, and I might have a fantasy-flavored campaign setting in the works. More details as they develop.
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Post by Manticore on Jan 4, 2007 18:39:54 GMT -5
I'm really really sorry. Maybe I'm cracking up.
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Post by zero on Jan 4, 2007 18:42:40 GMT -5
Sorry about the drop happy you worked your rules. Until next time.
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