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<blockquote data-quote="Graf" data-source="post: 4235209" data-attributes="member: 3087"><p>The immediacy of the room pulls both of you momentarily from your respective visions. The space is tight and crypt like. </p><p></p><p>A secret chamber dedicated to the worship of forbidden demonic cults. The main altar is empty now, but there is an unpleasantness in the room, a sort of sickness that rests on your bones, coming from the tainted <a href="http://www.google.com.sg/url?sa=X&start=3&oi=define&q=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Predella&usg=AFQjCNHmiebRTHCuEuG09EB-YxBsyyMN-A" target="_blank">predella</a>.</p><p></p><p>You remember, suddenly, quite clearly that the cults who once dominated this part of the world were driven away, by....</p><p></p><p>You can't remember who drove them out, or why; it's an abhorrent feeling, that <em>vacuum</em>. And then the visions overcome you again.</p><p></p><p>**************************************</p><p>Shades boil out of the air around you. Irontooth, it appears, has offered up more of his troops souls to the shadow wyrm. The Priestess, your sister, flares with pure, divine light driving them back.</p><p></p><p>Unfortunately the light doesn't extend to either of you. The shades are upon you instantly.</p><p></p><p>**************************************</p><p></p><p><strong>Jeillia </strong>seems to disappear in a pool of light, accompanied by a swirl of glowing motes.</p><p></p><p><strong>Kurakree </strong>hears a sword being drawn. The clockwork bird squawks a warning.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: DarkRed">I warned you! You've harmed my sister and I'll have your hea...</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: DarkOrange">Peace. It was not my magics. Why would I send her away.</span></p><p><span style="color: DarkOrange"></span></p><p>As if to punctuate his words a conglomeration of multicolored motes swirls down from the ceiling.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: DarkRed">If she's hurt...</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: DarkOrange">She is not. She to be the messenger's bride; they will destroy themselves before laying as so much as a finger upon her head. </span></p><p></p><p>The motes colese into twisted angelic forms, warped bodies pulsing with twisted elemental energies.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: DarkRed">You know...?</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: DarkOrange">Of course. Am I not <strong>the Magus</strong>?</span></p><p></p><p>The angels swarm toward you.</p><p></p><p>**************************************</p><p></p><p><strong>Eldan-who-is-not-Eldan</strong> watches his niece disarm the trap. His sides are damp. She's a damn sight to young to be down here... realistically he knows that she's not his niece anymore, she's incarnated into something not-Jennia.</p><p></p><p>But this time has been odd. The incarnation happened quickly. And strangely. <strong>The dwarf</strong> doesn't like it. <strong>Not-Eldan</strong> is not so sure, but he trusts <strong>the dwarf</strong>'s instincts. He misses his old friend's presence all the more in times like these.</p><p></p><p>Nearby <strong>the fixer</strong> is standing. <strong>Not-Eldan</strong> doesn't like how he looks at her. But he tries to put the feeling away. <em>Not the time or place</em>, he tells himself,<em> and it will never work out anyway. It never does.</em> He takes some grim comfort in the last thought.</p><p></p><p>The spindly man catches you looking at him, and returns <strong>not-Eldan</strong>'s look over a long beak-like nose. </p><p></p><p>You're still glaring at each other when <strong>Jennia </strong>finishes her work and the secret passage slides open. She turns to you with a triumphant look upon her face it fades when she catches side of you.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Navy">Gods Love! </span> She rubs her eyepatch.</p><p><span style="color: Navy">YOU!</span> She looks at the fixer. "<span style="color: Navy">You're old enough to be my grandfather. I don't love you. I never will!</span>" <strong>The fixer</strong> nods understandingly as if they were discussing the weather. </p><p>"<span style="color: Navy">And YOU!</span>" she looks at <strong>not-Eldan</strong> "<span style="color: Navy">You want to save your fort? Stop the demons from overunning it? Stop the Infernal Legions from saving it in exchange for souls. Well? We are! I saw the map and I'm the only one who knows where the penacle is. So you may not like the fact that I'm here but I am and there's nothiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!</span>"</p><p></p><p>As she's engulfed in a dark, misty sphere her voice continues on and on.</p><p></p><p><strong>not-Eldan</strong> finds himself looking at <strong>the fixer</strong> in a panic. The fixer looks nervous but manages to stammer out "<span style="color: DarkOrange">tttt...temp... temporal magic... she'll be ssssss.... safe once we....</span>"</p><p></p><p>A bunch of misty humanoids appear around the sphere, their forms obfuscated by the same dark mist .</p><p></p><p><strong>not-Eldan</strong> feels his irritation rising "<span style="color: DarkRed">You said teleportation was blocked down here!</span>"</p><p></p><p>"<span style="color: DarkOrange">nnnnnotttt... ssssspace.... ttttime</span>" <strong>the fixer</strong> manages to force out a few words before the temporal guardians are upon you.</p><p></p><p>**************************************</p><p></p><p>[sblock=OOC]We're just going to "free form it". Roll a die and describe the effect that you're calling forth. </p><p>You can describe it in any of the different scenes you like. </p><p></p><p>For our purposes you have +15 to hit an AC of 20 (so 75% chance of hitting) and you're fighting minions.</p><p></p><p>I peg the two fighting the shades at 21st.</p><p>I peg Kurakree and the warlord fighting the mad-angels as being <s>18th level or so</s>. 25th ish? Not sure.</p><p>I peg the others as sub-epic.</p><p></p><p>Of course you can mix it up as you like.[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Graf, post: 4235209, member: 3087"] The immediacy of the room pulls both of you momentarily from your respective visions. The space is tight and crypt like. A secret chamber dedicated to the worship of forbidden demonic cults. The main altar is empty now, but there is an unpleasantness in the room, a sort of sickness that rests on your bones, coming from the tainted [url=http://www.google.com.sg/url?sa=X&start=3&oi=define&q=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Predella&usg=AFQjCNHmiebRTHCuEuG09EB-YxBsyyMN-A]predella[/url]. You remember, suddenly, quite clearly that the cults who once dominated this part of the world were driven away, by.... You can't remember who drove them out, or why; it's an abhorrent feeling, that [I]vacuum[/I]. And then the visions overcome you again. ************************************** Shades boil out of the air around you. Irontooth, it appears, has offered up more of his troops souls to the shadow wyrm. The Priestess, your sister, flares with pure, divine light driving them back. Unfortunately the light doesn't extend to either of you. The shades are upon you instantly. ************************************** [B]Jeillia [/B]seems to disappear in a pool of light, accompanied by a swirl of glowing motes. [B]Kurakree [/B]hears a sword being drawn. The clockwork bird squawks a warning. [COLOR=DarkRed]I warned you! You've harmed my sister and I'll have your hea...[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkOrange]Peace. It was not my magics. Why would I send her away. [/COLOR] As if to punctuate his words a conglomeration of multicolored motes swirls down from the ceiling. [COLOR=DarkRed]If she's hurt...[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkOrange]She is not. She to be the messenger's bride; they will destroy themselves before laying as so much as a finger upon her head. [/COLOR] The motes colese into twisted angelic forms, warped bodies pulsing with twisted elemental energies. [COLOR=DarkRed]You know...?[/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkOrange]Of course. Am I not [B]the Magus[/B]?[/COLOR] The angels swarm toward you. ************************************** [B]Eldan-who-is-not-Eldan[/B] watches his niece disarm the trap. His sides are damp. She's a damn sight to young to be down here... realistically he knows that she's not his niece anymore, she's incarnated into something not-Jennia. But this time has been odd. The incarnation happened quickly. And strangely. [B]The dwarf[/B] doesn't like it. [B]Not-Eldan[/B] is not so sure, but he trusts [B]the dwarf[/B]'s instincts. He misses his old friend's presence all the more in times like these. Nearby [B]the fixer[/B] is standing. [B]Not-Eldan[/B] doesn't like how he looks at her. But he tries to put the feeling away. [I]Not the time or place[/I], he tells himself,[I] and it will never work out anyway. It never does.[/I] He takes some grim comfort in the last thought. The spindly man catches you looking at him, and returns [B]not-Eldan[/B]'s look over a long beak-like nose. You're still glaring at each other when [B]Jennia [/B]finishes her work and the secret passage slides open. She turns to you with a triumphant look upon her face it fades when she catches side of you. [COLOR=Navy]Gods Love! [/COLOR] She rubs her eyepatch. [COLOR=Navy]YOU![/COLOR] She looks at the fixer. "[COLOR=Navy]You're old enough to be my grandfather. I don't love you. I never will![/COLOR]" [B]The fixer[/B] nods understandingly as if they were discussing the weather. "[COLOR=Navy]And YOU![/COLOR]" she looks at [b]not-Eldan[/b] "[COLOR=Navy]You want to save your fort? Stop the demons from overunning it? Stop the Infernal Legions from saving it in exchange for souls. Well? We are! I saw the map and I'm the only one who knows where the penacle is. So you may not like the fact that I'm here but I am and there's nothiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii![/COLOR]" As she's engulfed in a dark, misty sphere her voice continues on and on. [B]not-Eldan[/B] finds himself looking at [B]the fixer[/B] in a panic. The fixer looks nervous but manages to stammer out "[COLOR=DarkOrange]tttt...temp... temporal magic... she'll be ssssss.... safe once we....[/COLOR]" A bunch of misty humanoids appear around the sphere, their forms obfuscated by the same dark mist . [B]not-Eldan[/B] feels his irritation rising "[COLOR=DarkRed]You said teleportation was blocked down here![/COLOR]" "[COLOR=DarkOrange]nnnnnotttt... ssssspace.... ttttime[/COLOR]" [B]the fixer[/B] manages to force out a few words before the temporal guardians are upon you. ************************************** [sblock=OOC]We're just going to "free form it". Roll a die and describe the effect that you're calling forth. You can describe it in any of the different scenes you like. For our purposes you have +15 to hit an AC of 20 (so 75% chance of hitting) and you're fighting minions. I peg the two fighting the shades at 21st. I peg Kurakree and the warlord fighting the mad-angels as being [s]18th level or so[/s]. 25th ish? Not sure. I peg the others as sub-epic. Of course you can mix it up as you like.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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