A dwarf in time IC

Vonval, dwarf cleric

With a slight grunt, Vonval gets up, casually remove a centipede crawling up his arm and moves away from the rotting corpse. "Enough time lost in this room. Let's proceed to our initial goal. Brorgar, lead us into that northern passage. Let's hope we don't get interrupted this time."
 

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Brorgar (Male Dwarf Fighter 3)

Brorgar nods to Vonval, grins, and then clanks his way around the corner (or down the passage), and stalks loudly and carefully (at normal speed) down the passage.
 
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Ulzim Zuccabar d'Sivis, male gnome wizard

"Fascinating! Look at this, just look at it! We could be seeing evidence that a thirteenth member of the Soverign Host was once worshipped here! This could be huge!" Ulzim exclaims, dropping down on his knees to examine Akaznyth's findings. "Good work Akaznyth! The House is going to be thrilled."

With reverence, Ulzim will examine them minutely, sketching pictures into his notebook and writing notes about them, and then try to find a way to transport them safely, cushioning them in cloth. While religious lore wasn't a top priority for the House, all information was valueable.
 

Brorgar (Male Dwarf Fighter 3)

Brorgar stops mid-stride and looks back to Ulzim. He looks down the hallway and back to the group. The dwarf stand there, alert, and waits for his sagacious partners to take note and be ready to move on.
 

Karienna had had a particularly hard time dealing with all of the bugs swarming about-- indeed, she had stepped back as close to the entrance as possible until the heavy-booted dwarves squished most of the creepy-crawlers. Only as the others began to push forward did she pull herself together enough to join them. As Ulzim announced his discovery, however, her curiousity overtook her disgust, and she scampered forward to join in the analysis.
 

Vonval, dwarf cleric

Vonval frowns at Ulzim's discovery. "The Sovereign Host, bah !" Vonval exclaims and then spits on the ground, as if to express his opinion of the said gods. "False gods, the lot of them ! They sure have never done anything for me or my clan. No matter anyway, we are not here to find trinkets of misleading prophets but to secure shards of the greatest True God, the Dark Progenator Wyrm. Just pocket the thing and we'll continue searching this place."

[SBLOCK=OOC]The 13th of the Sovereign Host ? I'm guessing this means one of the Dark Six. Not that Vonval would know about this ... I knew I would regret not giving him Knw:religion ranks :p.[/SBLOCK]
 

The noise revealed

With a little prodding from the dwarves Ulzim, Karienna and Akaznyth finish up, the potsherds safely tucked between layers of Ulzim’s bedroll.

Brorgar and Revek take the lead as the party moves around the corner and down a short corridor.

“More Scratches” mutters Revek gesturing with his bow at the walls.

Putting their heads together, Ulzim and Karienna recognize that these scratches are purposeful, almost like writing, but unlike anything either of the gnomes has ever seen.

The corridor bends to the right for about 10 feet before opening into a large room. The room is filled with a number of large square blocks and the bases of a number of pillars, as though construction of the room was never finished. The blocks each carved with intricate repeating patterns with strange lines and glyphs, strangely reminiscent of the neck of a lute, bound up by circles.

All of this is noticed in glances during what comes next, for in the center of the room the source of that strange rhythm is revealed. A grey and white figure whirls through the air leaping from block to block effortlessly, its rapidly spinning form barely distinguishable as humanoid, because of the speed at which it turns. It hops from one bony, bladelike appendage, turning cartwheels while it rotates like a top – sometimes balancing on a leg and at other times on an arm. At last it stops and stands erect, revealing a lithe, grey skinned body almost 8 feet tall, a mouthless face with blank yellow eyes, and legs and arms that resemble sword blades from the knees and elbows down.

As it sees you it leaps towards you beginning to spin in mid air, razor sharp arms outstretched towards you leaving no doubt of its intentions towards you.

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Gnomes and Dwarves, your dance partner eagerly seeks your embrace, who will be first?
Post your actions and include your initiative remembering that we will be using invisible castle for the rolls this time around.
I don’t have the map done yet, but you’ve waited long enough for some action. The important features of this room are the blocks, they are about three feet tall and are everywhere. Winding your way between the blocks will take care and attention moving quickly among them will result in a lot of bruises.
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Brorgar (Male Dwarf Tank 3) -- AC: 23; HP 34/34; Init: 14

Brorgar steps into the room a little bit to give him some distance between the more squishy members of the group and so he can intercept Mr. Hoppity Blade-Appendage Thingy.

Brorgar grunts being rather annoyed at the layout of the fight and braces his shield, preparing it for the brunt of the creatures charge.

"Oh, and does anyone have any clue as to what in Kyber this thing is?"

Brorgar grunts again, swings his axe ready to intercept the creature and to let it know that Brorgar is not one to be ignored.





[OOC: Intiative vs Dancing Blade-Appendage Thing... of DOOOOOMMM!!! (1d20+1=14)
First Attack on Blade-Appendage Thingy (1d20+6=25, 1d10+3=4) - can we say minimum damage Ugghh!! :(
]
 

Ulzim Zuccabar d'Sivis

Ulzim had been making copious notes about the fascinating new languages, intending fulling to use his dragonmark on them once the others ascertained there was no immediate danger. He was secretly glad they had, for here was immediate danger, immediately in front of him, with immediate threat and peril. Its whirling nimble dancing, combined with the razor-edged limbs, disturbed him quite thorougly, and he moved quickly to try to take out the thing before it could dance right over his tender flesh!

Extending a hand in an almost lazy gesture, he intones what almost sounds like a long "Hmmmmmmm" as a deceptively slow green ray flashes from his fingers to strike the dancing thing, rendering its movement less graceful than before.

OOC: Ulzim's initiative versus the spiky-dancing-thing-of-awesomeness (1d20+2=3). Ulzim's slow today, distracted by all the new potential knowledge around him. Does he have any idea what this dancing thing might be? Ulzim's Knowledge (arcana) roll (1d20+8=28). But, in the interim: Ulzim's ray attack (1d20+5=22), and Dexterity damange from ray of weakness spell. (1d6+2=5)
 

Vonval, dwarf cleric

Vonval's eyes narrow as he see this new opponent. He figures that this creature is probably far more dangerous then the undead they encountered earlier and shout out one of his most powerful curse at it. "Khyber favors me not you, foolish creature ! Feel the weight of your own heretical existance." This is followed by an horrible string of undercommon words that slightly disturbs everyone that hears them. The most affected, however, seems to be their attacker. Vonval then solidly holds his morningstar, ready to defend himself in a more conventional ways if need there be.

[SBLOCK=OOC]Initiative:init (1d20=11)
Vonval is casting Curse of Ill Fortune on the living knife commercial, -3 to attack rolls, saving throws, ability and skill checks for 3 minutes. A DC 15 Will save will negate the effect.
Knowledge rolls (1d20+8=16, 1d20+6=9) Knowledge (dungeoneering) and (the planes) rolls to possibly identify the creature.[/SBLOCK]
 

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