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[Sulli]

"Entertainment, we don't need any right now. by they way im sabin reno figaro". he bows as he says this. "i rilly don't klnow any of you to well but i hope our diffrence in strenghts can aid us out of hear". he casts a glance at the small sneaky hafling and says "i hope you arn't what i think you are, and if you are and i find something missing, i will go after you first. no mader how long it takes to get you". He turns a bit so he can still keep an eye on the hafling and watch the door. (if i can't do this i will move away till i can see them both.)

 

[Jemal]

OODM: Why's everybody always picking on the Halfling?
PIECE OF USELES INFORMATION THAT YOU DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT: DM's fave character race IS halfling

IDM:
Amulette whirls on the door, and reads a few words from the scroll, making a 'knocking' motion with her hand, and a wave of energy rolls out from the scroll, the words dissapearing from it as a click emanates from the door, and then a THUMP and clatter as the bar on the other side hits the floor.

 

[Jemal]

EDIT: Damn double post.. grr.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Well. It's open. Last one out is a rotten kobold egg. Amulette pushes the door open and holds it for the others.

 

[Sulli]

Going out. ill walk out ready action anything tris to hit Parry the attack then if i can attack.

OOC: im sorry for making an assumption of your haflings.

 

[Corlon]

ooc: uh, this should've happened before the knock spell was cast, if it makes any difference.
I couldn't get on the boards.

"the name's Corlon, at your service" Corlon states with a bow, "and we aren't thieves by any means, are we Garret?"

"no, definitelly not" Corlons husky responds.

 

[Corlon]

"well, then lets go"

"Kobold eggs, they don't taste good"

I ride out on my dog, with an arrow knocked to my bow.[

 

[Jemal]

OODM: First off - no Colored text, PERIOD, please.
2nd off - I'm afraid you guys don't get to do the actions you stated when the door opened, b/c I kinda missed her posting it open, and had something ready for that (sorry all)

IDM:

As Amulette opens the door, you are all startled to see the semi-translucent figure of a large (7-8 foot tall) well built man standing a few feet from the door.

"AH, I see you've got out of there... hmm, I thought you'ld take a bit longer, but it doesn't really matter, You'll be too late anyways." He smiles and looks at the lot of you, as the 'figure' walks forward into the doorway, so you can all see him. "You see, I promised him I wouldn't kill you, that was part of the deal, but I CAN leave you down here to die on your own. And even those of you who do manage to escape will be too late to stop me. Well, good luck, heroes, this place was made to be deadly to break into, lets see if you can break out." The figure bursts into laughter as it fades out of view, leaving a corridor running straight away from the door as far as you can see, with no light other than the soft glow emanating from the room you're in.

 

[Corlon]

colored text makes it easier to tell who's talking and stuff, but you're the DM

"It's at times like these when you have to comment, I don't want to be here" says Corlon, as he rides Garret out into the hallway with an arrow knocked, both of them looking for enemies and traps, ready to warn anyone.

 

[KitanaVorr]

OOC: Thank you Jemal! Some of the colored text was too difficult to read. I could only read the orange text well.

IC:

Elentari tilted her head slightly to one side (does she recognize this man at all?) "Interesting indeed. Why were we chosen, I wonder? Plucked from who knows where...hmm I've got a bad feeling about all of this."

She laughed anyway and watched Corlon exit, making sure to note any traps he stumbled upon so she could nimbly avoid them herself when her turn to pass through the door came. With her hand on her glittering longsword and a flick of silver hair over one shoulder, the elven bard moved toward the door, eyes running along the corridor walls.

"Where do you think we are? Underground? In a castle?" she asks no one in particular, more thinking aloud to herself than really conversing.