Against the Storm Part II: Luskan

[DM_Matt]

Talen sits down next to Elone, and keeps talking: "I won't keep you much longer. Obviously whatever drugs they've given you have weakened your memory and made you a bit paranoid. Just tell me, the best you can, what objectives have been accomplished and which haven't been, and I'll let you sleep."

Talen is a bit frusterated by Elone's silence. He waves his hand in front of her, and she feels even drowsier than before. But through her clouded mind, she gets a feeling of dread. Something is very wrong here. Talen waves his hand again, and Elone drifts further into a stupor. He starts asking questions...the next thing Elone can remember is being slapped hard accross the face. The scenes around her distort and fade. She hears a voice, no longer Talen's, echoing around her as "Talen's" lips move "SHE F*CKING DOESN'T KNOW! SHE'S NEVER HEARD OF ANY G***AMN INVASION!...The "Elf" responds: "Maybe our sources are wrong. Maybe there will be no invasion." "Talen": "IMPOSSIBLE!" "Talen" hits Elone a couple other times, and the illusion fades around her.

She find herself lying, unbound although quite out of it, on a cot in a small, featureless room, with two black-robed priests arguing in front of her.

She feels something within her, though: Power. The energies that come with a full contingent of spells....which she now realizes she has.

(btw, if you choose that route, the 3.5e Rightious Might does appl:
- Increase size category by one (double height, 8 times weight, other usual modifiers)
- +8 Str, +4 Con, +4 natural armor
- 9th lvl: gain DR 5/evil)

 

[dead_radish]

OOC: Sorry -I wasn't getting updates, so I thought the boards were still down...

Elone shakes her head and peers around the room quickly, spying the black robe priests. She is now very very pissed. "Those unholy fiends," she thinks quietly.

She mentally reviews her spells, and her anger rises as she quietly chants to herself, and calls on Solonor's cleansing fire to burn the evil from the room (OOC: Cast flame strike on one or both of the priests). As the spell ends, she calls out "Solonor's wrath be on your both!"

 

[DM_Matt]

The clerics are set alight and fall to the floor as flaming husks.

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Leaving his companions, Kelnar climbs invisibly down the building and tries to fly away out the back. The force field put up by the clerics is very powerful, however, put he just manages to charge through it (Str Check DC 18, made with a 19 on a d20) An alarm sounds. Soldiers start looking to see if they can find who penetrated the barrier

 

[dead_radish]

Elone smiles grimly, and stands up, looking around the room. She also listens intently for sounds of guards, or activity of any kind.

 

[DM_Matt]

Elone has trouble balancing herself, and stumbles, catching herself on the wall. There does not appear to be anyone else in the room, and you can hear nothing on from the outside. Its very possible that the room is soundproofed, being that you expect that torture is probably performed in here as well. The door is big and sturdy ironshod wood, and locked. The clerics were carrying nothing but holy symbols of gond and masterwork clubs.

 

[dead_radish]

Elone curses, and the wrath of Solonor fills her. She calls out in angusih "Solonor, grant me strength to punish your enemies, and do your will!" She then drops to her knees (ooc: Casting Righteous Might).

 

[DM_Matt]

Elone curses, and the wrath of Solonor fills her. She calls out in angusih "Solonor, grant me strength to punish your enemies, and do your will!" She then drops to her knees (ooc: Casting Righteous Might).

Elone feels holy power surge through her, causing her to grow to twice her previous height and the become far stronger than she had been before. She rises to her feet, suddenly energized, and nearly bumps her head on the ceiling.

 

[dead_radish]

GRAAH!



Elone casts about the room, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon, and a door. She gives thanks to Solonor, and prepares to find her way out of here in any way possible, and through anyone she must.

 

[DM_Matt]

GRAAH!



Elone casts about the room, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon, and a door. She gives thanks to Solonor, and prepares to find her way out of here in any way possible, and through anyone she must.

Only the clubs can be weilded all that effectively, altouhgh the bed might be useful as a battering ram.

 

[dead_radish]

Elone smiles grimly. Those would do. She grasps the club, and tests its weight. Not the best, but it would do. She then grasps the bed, and wrenches it into place in front of her, bares her teeth, and charges the nearest door shaped opening.