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As the ball of flame speeds towards the party you all begin to scatter. However, it appears that the woods themselves disagree with your wishes to not be burnt alive. The undergrowth seems to come alive; grasses, roots, vines and shrubbery [;)] animating and attempting to wrap around your legs...

They are ever one step away from conflict these humans, how have they not destroyed themselves? These appear good men, and yet..... What would Rome do if we succeed in our quest? "Please, let us move on. I would rather spend no more time in this place of death. Let us be prepared for attack and...

Antroine's rapier has returned to its normal temperature as has Breor's armour. Comparing notes you realise that only Artos, Breor and Antroine were effected by the cold, Arathorn and Valandil were not in the campsite when it came on and seem to have been too far from its source. Furthermore...

Ehldannis breathes out an audible sigh of relief. We have faced the dead yet ourselves lived on. Soon his curiousity gets the better of his fear and he begins searching the room.

Antroine sheaths his sword sparing his flesh any further pain and as the ghost lights continue to just sit and twinkle, Breor decides it is safe to shrug off his chain shirt and sits by the fire rubbing at his frostbitten chest. The party gather and watch the lights, but they continue to just...

The company surround the lights and drive their blades into its midst, seemingly without effect. The lights continue to pulse and glow but fail to react in any way to your attacks which simply pass through air. However the icy cold continues to grow. Breor yells in pain as the bite of his icy...

As the party stare at the Phantom, unsure of the next move, the cold continues to grow in strength. Breor's chain shirt has become burningly cold against his flesh [3 damage] and Antroine can feel a painful, almost burning numbness in his sword hand [1 damage]. Although the woolly Artos seems to...

The Undead! Gods preserve me from these soulless montrosities! Ehldannis's voice raises shrilly into the chant of spellcasting as he backs away to the relative safety of Dhormium - in a fix even a Dwarven priest will do. His cracking voice and almost uncontrollably shivering body manage to...

I lurv Iain Banks. He has THE most fertile imagination of any fiction writer and a cracked sense of humour. I prefer his scifi stuff but his 'normal' fiction can be quite good to.

TH has been off the boards for about two months, does anyone recall him mentioning that he would be away or did he do the good ol' disappearing act. Manzanita are you able to email him? As one of the originals it would be great to keep him on - only Jarval and myself left now I believe.

The ghost-lights drift ever closer as the party ready themselves, drawing weapons and waiting with bated breath for what will happen next, Breor laying a reassuring hand on Grey, smoothing back her raised hackles. As Arathorn and Valandil silently close in from behind the lights stop and sit...

Thanks for the updates to the Rogues Gallery thread Manzanita. Whats the go with Ecthgow, is Erich Dragon (that was Ecthgow's player right?) back on the boards? 'twould be interesting to see a writeup from the other players [nudge, nudge] - also to see what those characters not with the party...

The waiting and fear begin to grate on Ehldannis and as ever he falls back on the reassurance of his magic. With no warning to his companions he begins chanting rapid fire under his breath as he squirms his way between his companions to the front of the party, handing his lantern...

"There is an abomination here, where there appears to be two there are in fact four. There is no unlife present but my Lord whispers to me that there is more than meets our mortal eyes. Perhaps a possession or parasite exists in each warrior."

[OODM: Good to have you back Mirth. My posting has been fairly infrequent so you shouldn't have to read too far back to catch up to whats happening.] As the party mutely watches, the pulsing blue-green lights slowly float towards the campsite. They blink out briefly several times but always...

"Something here has the smell of wrongness, I will ask Aeter for guidance." The black robed priest bows his head in prayer and when his somber chanting is finished he looks up with glowing green eyes at the scene of battle. [casts Detect Undead and if no result then cast Deathwatch]

"Give me a moment and I shall spark a flame in my lantern." Reassured to have a source of light to hand Ehldannis continues his extremely furtive and anxious travel down the passage.

"Let Aeter be the judge of this battle, if we interfere with his will his wrath will falll upon us. It seems both combatants are engaged in fair and unencumbered battle and Aeter will allow each one to exert all his worldly talent. Who are we to meddle?"

bump [wow the PbP boards have been hot today]

The Undead! Ehldannis's heart flutters in panic and he turns a (ironically) ghostly white. He tries to stammer an excuse why the party should not head down the corridor but seeing his companions girding themselves for battle, swallows the words with a sickened whimper of fear. Do these humans...