[CoC/Eberron]Morgrave Gambit-Ex Oblivion, Eberron! IC

[nonamazing]

Velious stares, oddly fascinated, at the shadows writhing across the floor. After a few seconds, he shakes his head and manages to look away. Living darkness... He shudders. I can only begin to guess at the magnitude of horror these fools have sought to unleash.

Velious begins to notice that the room has cleared out, save for the adventurers across the way. Speaking loudly enough for his words to carry across the room, Velious says, "I do not know what dread force has been called here, but I fear that these stone walls may not be enough to stop it! I hope that I am wrong, but if I am not, than for the sake of Sharn--perhaps for the sake of all that we know--we must do what we can to stop this insanity!"

Velious pulls a livewood arrow from his quiver. "Fly true, and carry with you the light of the Undying Council." As Velious concentrates, the arrow suddenly begins to glow with a soft light, becoming bright as a torch in but a second. Velious then carefully removes a beautiful longbow from his back, fits the arrow, and takes aim at the shadowy cloaked woman. "Farreach, my fair-crafted ally," Velious whispers to the bow, "grant me once again the benefit of your strength."

{OOC}As a standard action, Velious will cast living light on the arrow, hoping that if it hits, it will illuminate the target. Then as a move action, Velious will draw his bow. Next round, if things haven't dramatically changed, Velious will fire. He knows that the woman is probably too powerful to defeat, but he hopes that he will be able to disrupt the ritual in some way.

Oh, and Velious might have to make a Sanity check for staring into the shadows.... {/OOC}

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Calach turns back and glances at Velious. The swordsman raises his eyebrows slightly. "I hope he knows what he's doing. Do you need anything, 'Eezer? We need to go to Xen'drik. The chalice is there." Somehow, the young man's attentions are split evenly between grave danger and his personal agenda, and everything he says has a slight flair of ambivalence. Six of one, half a dozen of the other.

 

[eabha]

Aalin looks from the cloaked woman to the frightening pool of shadow in the centre of the room and fights the urge to step back and follow the others. She does not want to be the first of her group to flee to safety. If that is, in fact, what lies beyond the door.

However, she will not leave herself wholly unprotected, either.

From a pocket she draws a small vial of oil. Opening it, she dabs some on her fingers and touches them to the decorative metal clasp of her cloak. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she focuses on creating the desired effect...


{OOC} Aalin is infusing her cloak's clasp with resistance item, which takes 1 full round to "cast". It grants her a +1 resistance bonus on saving throws for the next ten minutes...provided nothing happens in this round that causes her to lose the infusion. {/OOC}

 

[Desdichado]

Calach turns back and glances at Velious. The swordsman raises his eyebrows slightly. "I hope he knows what he's doing. Do you need anything, 'Eezer? We need to go to Xen'drik. The chalice is there." Somehow, the young man's attentions are split evenly between grave danger and his personal agenda, and everything he says has a slight flair of ambivalence. Six of one, half a dozen of the other.

"What chalice?" 'eezer shouts, still trying to herd everyone out of the room. "What are you talking about? What's the deal with Xen'drik?"

"C'mon!" he shouts again, pushing his way towards the other adventurers. "Let's get moving!"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Calach blinks. He reminds himself to explain to 'Eezer about Xen'drik and the chalice later. The young man helps the shifter herd the others out of the room.

 

[Mark Causey]

The Void Has a Mind Unto Its Own

A swift breeze began to be sucked in to the middle of the room. Those on the opposite side of the sinuous ooze from the occulted exit hissed and cursed as they begin to be pulled forward by the accelerating suction, but quickly grabbed at what they could. Their closest member, the wee forged, found a grip in the tile and acted as a stop for the others. The world felt like it was becoming a rounded bowl, or a suck hole, and It was vividly hungry.

The others, namely, Flamewind, her bleeding familiar, and Dala, struggled absent-mindedly against the pull, almost ignorant or maybe even jaded against its pull.

The dead air behind blows strongly against you as the supernatural void searches for matter of any sort. At the last second before you would all have to grab hold of a brace, Velious looses an arrow of the most curious sort.

Flamewind, having dropped to her knees with no breath residing within her, queries groggily about an Inverse Quantity Beholden to the Light and falls unconscious. From her previously open hands drops a crystal, a Fractalyne Essence, delicate and ponderous simultaneously.

It has a Weird Gravity about it, the Void. More of a particular Appetite. It likes the flowing air more than the polished stone. It especially likes the Flavour of Magyck.

The arrow flew more than true, truer than anything Velious has ever loosed. It hungered for the Magyck, ignorant of its Nature. The light bled and painted the space above the hungering mass, having altered its normal radiance.

{OOC Anyone observing the light spread like butter on an invisible toast needs to make a Sanity check. Velious, you need to make two.}

A black tongue licked out at the petite hand and clasp, the saliva left felt like a tingling salve and a fiery breath at the same time. It tried to eat the Magyck, unconsciously seeking whatever It smelt. {OOC Aalin, we need a concentration and Sanity check.}

Then the arrow struck ...

{OOC I'll wait for some checks and split second free actions before I move on.}

 

[Desdichado]

{OOC - Sanity check=47 -- comfortably passed}

'eezer has no more patience for these tourists. He starts bodily picking up stragglers and carrying through the door while he's still shifted and therefore unlikely to be physically overpowered. He starts with Aalin; he especially won't let anyone young or female stand in harms way.

 

[eabha]

{OOC} Concentration check is here. It's a 20, though you may want to apply some (negative) modifiers given all that's happening here. Sanity check is here. Um, yeah. That's a big ol' failure. Let me know what happens and Aalin will respond appropriately. {/OOC}

 

[nonamazing]

{OOC}Sanity check one: 82, failure. Sanity check two: 19, success.{/OOC}

Velious drops to his knees, his bow falling from his limp and numb fingers. The slender elf stares, stunned, as the fabrics of reality come unthreaded all about him.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

As the light starts to spread, Calach instinctually turns around.

{OOC}Sanity check: 86, failure.{/OOC}