Agents of D.E.L.V.E.
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Erran nods quietly to Paymaster Hawk as the briefing ends. o O (Search and destroy... this should be interesting.) O o The elan moves, following the others out and waiting for the Portal Arch to activate, and send them to their destination. Mentally preparing himself, he take position behind Pik-ik-cha, readying himself for what may come.
(( Activating Inertial Armor as Erran moves into position behind Pik-ik-cha ))
(( Activating Inertial Armor as Erran moves into position behind Pik-ik-cha ))
Blue_Kryptonite
First Post
The Portal Room quiets as the team assembles and prepares themselves. The Portal Archway hums silently to itself as the mages tending it channel its energies. The field of arcane force powering the edifice causes light and sound to distort as it opens. No longer an arch, it becomes a torus, reflected in faceted air. Vauge hints of other worlds can be glimpsed through the opening.
You each step through, the familiar feeling of cold wind and light rushing around and through you.
- - - - -
Scene: Prime Material Plane P4C-970
Exterior: Dusky Swamp.
The smell is the first thing most of you notice. Rich, organic, and faintly heady. You arrive ankle-deep in water, surrounded by trees, vines, and broad, bloated pulpy-leaved flowers that float like lily pads.
The second thing you notice are the bodies. Seven beings of various species, each wearing the black and grey uniform of a Sons of Shadow cadre. They appear desiccated, drained. All is still.
((Please each roll D20 for me at the top of your post.))
You each step through, the familiar feeling of cold wind and light rushing around and through you.
- - - - -
Scene: Prime Material Plane P4C-970
Exterior: Dusky Swamp.
The smell is the first thing most of you notice. Rich, organic, and faintly heady. You arrive ankle-deep in water, surrounded by trees, vines, and broad, bloated pulpy-leaved flowers that float like lily pads.
The second thing you notice are the bodies. Seven beings of various species, each wearing the black and grey uniform of a Sons of Shadow cadre. They appear desiccated, drained. All is still.
((Please each roll D20 for me at the top of your post.))
(( Rolled: 20 ))
Erran steps through the portal with the rest of the team, arriving at the swamp almost instantaneously. He immediately begins to look around, and points out the bodies. "That isn't a good sign," he intones quietly, the first words he's spoken thus far. "Perhaps we should spread out a little and look for further clues to discover what happened to our compatriots here."
Erran steps through the portal with the rest of the team, arriving at the swamp almost instantaneously. He immediately begins to look around, and points out the bodies. "That isn't a good sign," he intones quietly, the first words he's spoken thus far. "Perhaps we should spread out a little and look for further clues to discover what happened to our compatriots here."
((Rolled: 11))
With a somewhat puzzled look on his face, Adamesk actually tries to make a joke to diffuse the forboding situation.
"Well, someone had fun. And the party started without us. There's nothing quite like feeling you have when you arrive at a rendevous point, and the people you are to rendevous with...ARE DEAD."
With a somewhat puzzled look on his face, Adamesk actually tries to make a joke to diffuse the forboding situation.
"Well, someone had fun. And the party started without us. There's nothing quite like feeling you have when you arrive at a rendevous point, and the people you are to rendevous with...ARE DEAD."
Sorrow The Man Bear
First Post
((Rolled a 1. Bleh))
Kazadi arrives and immediatly wrinkles his nose in obvious disgust. He takes a few sniffs, and grunts. "No burning... yet," he says with a slight grin before readying an arrow and cautiously looking around the surrounding gloom. He approaches and kneels before the closest of the exsanguinated corpses carefully (visually) inspecting it.
Kazadi arrives and immediatly wrinkles his nose in obvious disgust. He takes a few sniffs, and grunts. "No burning... yet," he says with a slight grin before readying an arrow and cautiously looking around the surrounding gloom. He approaches and kneels before the closest of the exsanguinated corpses carefully (visually) inspecting it.
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((Rolled an 8))
*Pik-ik-cha hisses in annoyance at the eternal wetness, and looks about at their dead guides.*
"Bloodsuckers near," he chirps, and glances about for trouble.
*Pik-ik-cha hisses in annoyance at the eternal wetness, and looks about at their dead guides.*
"Bloodsuckers near," he chirps, and glances about for trouble.
Blue_Kryptonite
First Post
((Erran:
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In the fading light, the swamp closes nearer. Those with night senses detect an odd blue-greyish tinge to the light here, as if even the very air were saturated with moisture. Small black ripples in the water attest to the presence of more than just corpses and mercenaries. As the night falls, life returns to this place. Whispers and hisses of bird and snake echo on a low level. Rustling in the far stands of trees carry on the mounting breeze. And the shuffling splashes of the fallen Sons of Shadow draw your attention near.
((Initiative, please, as you pose your reaction plans.))
You spot three small streams of bubbles in the near distance water.
In the fading light, the swamp closes nearer. Those with night senses detect an odd blue-greyish tinge to the light here, as if even the very air were saturated with moisture. Small black ripples in the water attest to the presence of more than just corpses and mercenaries. As the night falls, life returns to this place. Whispers and hisses of bird and snake echo on a low level. Rustling in the far stands of trees carry on the mounting breeze. And the shuffling splashes of the fallen Sons of Shadow draw your attention near.
((Initiative, please, as you pose your reaction plans.))
Erran frowns to himself as he moves around to investigate. Something in the water makes an eyebrow rise slightly, and he peers to see what it is... bubbles. Three small strings of bubbles, for that matter. "There's something over there," he says, pointing out to the bubbles.
The shuffling, however, catches his attention before he has a chance to investigate them further, and he turns to see the fallen Sons of Shadow rise and come towards them. "Zombies... or zombie-like, anyway. Brace yourselves." (( Initiative Roll: 8 + 2 = 10 )) He begins stepping forward through the swamp to meet the approaching undead.
The shuffling, however, catches his attention before he has a chance to investigate them further, and he turns to see the fallen Sons of Shadow rise and come towards them. "Zombies... or zombie-like, anyway. Brace yourselves." (( Initiative Roll: 8 + 2 = 10 )) He begins stepping forward through the swamp to meet the approaching undead.
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