A Warlock Alone, Island Empire solo game
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J. Alexander
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The Crystal Princess
OCC: Well seeing as how your having to help the guys out in the other campaign, i will make the sacrafice and just forgoe the disaster so you can think about the other game
OCC: Well seeing as how your having to help the guys out in the other campaign, i will make the sacrafice and just forgoe the disaster so you can think about the other game
Scotley
Hero
OOC: Thanks, but I wouldn't want you to feel slighted. I run a full service campaign here. I'll find a suitable disaster to befall the Retribution. You borrowed some ideas from me, maybe I'll have her crack up on the rocks of a desolate coast line far from civilization and have a demon on-board. No a 'three' roll is really worse than that. Hmmm. I'll give it some thought.
Scotley
Hero
OOC: Oh, I think I have it now. Here's a little clue for you. Check the title if you don't recognize the tune.
http://users.ixpres.com/~txcowboy/titanictheme1.mid
http://users.ixpres.com/~txcowboy/titanictheme1.mid
J. Alexander
First Post
The Crystal Princess
No really i dont mind............we can just skip it and move on
No really i dont mind............we can just skip it and move on
Scotley
Hero
The afternoon passes without incident, the Retribution making excellent time and the crew falling into rhythm. As the sun sets the temperature begins to drop your northerly movement at work no doubt. Captain Stormwarden and his officers sit down to the first course of dinner, a rich broth of mushrooms and cream with a few braised leaks chopped on top when...
OOC: More later.
OOC: More later.
J. Alexander
First Post
The Crystal
Hearing the scream and seeing the abrupt depature of his Marine Office, MIchael will get up from the table to follow. "Grond with me, please, Ambar, Guiesspiee, gentlement, please see to securing the ship and accounting for all the crew"
Hearing the scream and seeing the abrupt depature of his Marine Office, MIchael will get up from the table to follow. "Grond with me, please, Ambar, Guiesspiee, gentlement, please see to securing the ship and accounting for all the crew"
Scotley
Hero
Temptation...
Michael moves along in the chaos following Chandar you note that the temperature has continued to drop. Making your way quickly to the cabin shared by Nac'Losin and Fa'Duatha you are faced with a strange scene. Fa'Duatha lays sprawled on the floor with a rime of ice covering her body. Her hands, which seem to have been held up in a defensive pose are frozen in a block of ice. Nac'Losin stands facing the corner holding her holy symbol in a shaking hand. She is also covered in a rime of ice crystals. She chants firmly but softly in her religions' equivalent of the lord's prayer. There is a magic circle drawn on the floor within which is the stout box containing the daggers from the block of ice/altar under the Masque. Ice as black as darkest night spills down from the seem of the box and spreads out over a part of the magic circle apparently destroying its power. Chandar holds his sword in his off hand as he tosses some wood, a couple of books and anything else that looks flammable into a gimble-mounted brazier that provided heat and light to the cabin. He too is praying. As Michael crosses the threshold into the room the world seems to fall away from him. He finds himself looking into a beautiful palace of ice. From this palace Michael could rule the world. He need only step up to the throne and take up the daggers in the box beside it. They call to him with the shouts of countless slaves who would be his to command.
OOC: How about a will save?![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
Michael moves along in the chaos following Chandar you note that the temperature has continued to drop. Making your way quickly to the cabin shared by Nac'Losin and Fa'Duatha you are faced with a strange scene. Fa'Duatha lays sprawled on the floor with a rime of ice covering her body. Her hands, which seem to have been held up in a defensive pose are frozen in a block of ice. Nac'Losin stands facing the corner holding her holy symbol in a shaking hand. She is also covered in a rime of ice crystals. She chants firmly but softly in her religions' equivalent of the lord's prayer. There is a magic circle drawn on the floor within which is the stout box containing the daggers from the block of ice/altar under the Masque. Ice as black as darkest night spills down from the seem of the box and spreads out over a part of the magic circle apparently destroying its power. Chandar holds his sword in his off hand as he tosses some wood, a couple of books and anything else that looks flammable into a gimble-mounted brazier that provided heat and light to the cabin. He too is praying. As Michael crosses the threshold into the room the world seems to fall away from him. He finds himself looking into a beautiful palace of ice. From this palace Michael could rule the world. He need only step up to the throne and take up the daggers in the box beside it. They call to him with the shouts of countless slaves who would be his to command.
OOC: How about a will save?
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