Search results

The Head of Staff, a role that Magaw had toyed with in a distant life. The head of a staff? What a twisted fate it had been since deprivation of body and limb had featured in a more recent existence, of confinement and restriction. But the old skull was free! He had no qualms in adorning a...

The return to the surface had indeed been relatively uneventful, compared to the treacherous descent. With Sela's help they'd retraced their steps back to the trapdoor with ease. It was then time for painful goodbyes and farewells... The dwarf was thankful to at last see the light of day and...

Great news :)

Ensuring that her guests are rested and nourished, minds sifting through the pieces of a possible future like fragments of some impossibly precious stone, Immel smiles, waiting patiently. Then at last, it appears that the visitors are ready to proceed, to head out to meet a fresh awaiting fate...

“The Sands, those horrible things...” Immel speaks as though convincing herself. Surely she has experienced recent visions too, in whatever personal imagery and interpretations were offered up to her. “I know not exactly, what Lorica might have shared with each and every one of you, but I know...

It is almost an other-worldly experience, looking down into the waters of Lorica's Well. Crystal clear liquid sits dormant and still, some feet below the dais’ lip, as though reflecting some imagined sky of cloudless blue. Like chaotic stars, tiny flecks of color glitter upon the surface from...

At the Throne of Immel Slowly and gracefully, Immel circumnavigates around her dais with quiet steps, working her way a little closer to the newcomers. Her offer of healing turned aside, she smiles at the group. “A healer among you, wise indeed you have been.” The tiefling is in good spirits...

< Thank you everyone! Here ends Chapter 5. Chapter 6 is available at: http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?640275-The-Kalarian-Precipice-Chapter-Six&p=7422867#post7422867 >

The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter Six Coral of white crunches underfoot as Sela steps downwards. Above, evenly spaced holes within a contrasting basalt ceiling provide shafts of natural and welcome light. The staircase eventually winds to the right, before terminating at a door. The face of it...

The Carven Door Sela smiles to the tiefling before turning to acknowledge the rest of the gathering with a nod, until her eyes fall on Magaw. There is a moment of hesitation as the fey-touched girl considers the floating head’s presence here. “Interesting choice,” she quietly mentions, “but...

The Carven Door Reaching out and making contact with the symbol of a fire enshrouded being, Metea is bathed in subtle blue light, as is Otiroth as his youthful fingers grace the carving on the far left. The sensation is a pleasant one, like a cloud of peace being dispersed around the...

The Carven Door “Break the gemstone?” Magaw repeats Metea’s idea to himself. “Such a pity that might be, it is beautiful is it not?” He floats up then to view the massive jewel more closely. “Whatever remains in these twisting passages and caves, is through Immel’s choice. As much as I’d wish...

The Carven Door Metea’s newly crafted symbol sits happily alongside the originals, an excellent duplication of their style, form and size. As she then works on a transcription into her personal tome, Magaw moves closer to the wall, hovering in front of each in turn. At the last, on the right...

The Carven Door Annit remains quiet in the darkness, resting both mind and body. The underdark of Kalair is changing them, changing them all. She feels not the frail young thief that entered not so long ago. The magic of this place is inescapable, invisible and clinging. Somehow, it has also...

Thanks Morrus! Sorry it was silly of me not to tag you :) No drama or rush buddy, just wanted to donate a little and give a few players some GP rewards for their efforts. Have emailed you. Cheers! Ivan

The Carven Door “For you I shall,” Otiroth's stone replies to the sorcerer's subconscious. “Name my task.” Then his small flame begins to lick at the wall, dancing against the carving of fire. There is no doubt in Otiroth's mind that these symbols hide some magical power, he can almost feel...

The Carven Door Walking along the left arc of the great circular ledge, Annit listens out for the sounds of others, be they undead, spiders, constructs or fiends. All is quiet. Slowly, she takes Carthum’s light filled stone from her pocket, and lets a little illumination creep out between her...

Still waiting...

Pulling her gang of pseudo-captives along, Metea is first to bravely step into the expansive area, and there is much to take in. This circular space must be sixty feet in diameter. All is quiet, except for the movements of her followers and the odd light breeze of warm air against her neck. The...