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Paths of Legend: Paths of Madness (IC)
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GlassEye
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Grellus (Ogre)
Grellus snorts in frustration. Trying to think and so much noise he can hardly... He scratches his head somewhat confused having forgotten what he was supposed to think about. But, he sees guards. And he would dearly like to wring one of their weak little necks. He moves over to the bars hoping he'll get his chance.
Init: 1d20+1=3
Grellus snorts in frustration. Trying to think and so much noise he can hardly... He scratches his head somewhat confused having forgotten what he was supposed to think about. But, he sees guards. And he would dearly like to wring one of their weak little necks. He moves over to the bars hoping he'll get his chance.
Init: 1d20+1=3
Startled by the speed of unfolding events, Shard blinks owlishly as the guards come in, and one runs off. She gets to her feet slowly and tries to think of what she'd do if this were real. Besides panic, that is.
(Init: 6 Roll Lookup )
(Init: 6 Roll Lookup )
Ma’haretek: AC 16, HP 24/24, Saves - F4/R2/W2, Spot +12
A once chained beast, far from the others, hears the scream for help and chitters to himself.
He had been catching bits of a fleshy voice from the drainpipe in the wall over the last few darker times.
Even though this cell didn't have a window like the others, he could tell those were the darker times because there was less sound during the dark times here. Maybe they didn't like his singing voice? Sometimes a metal slot would open in the door, something skewered but still wriggling on the end of a spear would be shoved through.
The jailers didn't dare open the door anymore... not after the first time. The other man had been quicker with the door than he thought it would. The blood on the door was a sweet reminder of who the hunter was in this story, even if he was in this black stony cage for the moment.
His shackles lay in a heap on the floor, along with chunks of the stone block they had been anchored to. The bones of the first man were there too. With his strong claws he had carved many small pebbles while he waited for them to come for him from his perch on the dark ceiling.
But the voice kept trickling through the pipes. Whispering secrets about a way out. Not up into the harsh light, but down into the embracing darkness of the ground. To the deeper place where he could climb and kill and eat.
--
He hears voices in the hall after a couple jolting rumbles and let loose a peircing screech at full volume. Thorough the echo of his own voice he can hear the fear in the voices of his captors and signs that the escape might be starting now.
initiative=3
For the first time, the creature raises its alien voice in words the other prisoners can understand. "Open the door with the key and set me free. I was born to rip them open."
A once chained beast, far from the others, hears the scream for help and chitters to himself.
He had been catching bits of a fleshy voice from the drainpipe in the wall over the last few darker times.
Even though this cell didn't have a window like the others, he could tell those were the darker times because there was less sound during the dark times here. Maybe they didn't like his singing voice? Sometimes a metal slot would open in the door, something skewered but still wriggling on the end of a spear would be shoved through.
The jailers didn't dare open the door anymore... not after the first time. The other man had been quicker with the door than he thought it would. The blood on the door was a sweet reminder of who the hunter was in this story, even if he was in this black stony cage for the moment.
His shackles lay in a heap on the floor, along with chunks of the stone block they had been anchored to. The bones of the first man were there too. With his strong claws he had carved many small pebbles while he waited for them to come for him from his perch on the dark ceiling.
But the voice kept trickling through the pipes. Whispering secrets about a way out. Not up into the harsh light, but down into the embracing darkness of the ground. To the deeper place where he could climb and kill and eat.
--
He hears voices in the hall after a couple jolting rumbles and let loose a peircing screech at full volume. Thorough the echo of his own voice he can hear the fear in the voices of his captors and signs that the escape might be starting now.
initiative=3
For the first time, the creature raises its alien voice in words the other prisoners can understand. "Open the door with the key and set me free. I was born to rip them open."
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