arkansasdave
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Béar
OOC: see the post below
OOC: see the post below
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- Thread starter Maidhc O Casain
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Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
Dílis Aerach
Dílis rolls her eyes at Desaigh. "Not even if I knew your face was as pretty as your body."
Dílis rolls her eyes at Desaigh. "Not even if I knew your face was as pretty as your body."
Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
OOC: I'll give everyone a couple of hours to chime in, then proceed with the plan.
arkansasdave
First Post
Béar
"I do not like the idea of you being stuck in this room by yourself if the plan goes bad. One of us should stay with you--anything could come out of that doorway and surround you and the rest of us be stuck in the hallway. I volunteer myself."
"I do not like the idea of you being stuck in this room by yourself if the plan goes bad. One of us should stay with you--anything could come out of that doorway and surround you and the rest of us be stuck in the hallway. I volunteer myself."
Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
Once More . . .
Desaigh and Béar herd everyone else out of the small room and close the door.
(From the Outside)
The bar swivels down and latches securely into the bracket. The members of the party who remain outside the room wait in silence for about five minutes, and the bar swivels back up to it's upright position. The door swings open, revealing the bemused faces of Béar and Desaigh.
Desaigh and Béar herd everyone else out of the small room and close the door.
(From the Outside)
The bar swivels down and latches securely into the bracket. The members of the party who remain outside the room wait in silence for about five minutes, and the bar swivels back up to it's upright position. The door swings open, revealing the bemused faces of Béar and Desaigh.
Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
Once More . . .
(From the Inside)
For Béar Only:
[sblock]The door closes, and the two people in the room feel more than a little crowded - this small room was obviously intended for one person only.
The holes in the back wall light up - at first, one at a time, then in increasing numbers and in a swirling pattern. Béar feels his willpower being drained, hears a voice in his head spouting foul sounding words and sounds. He reels, feeling his independent thought being drained, his will being sapped. He sees images of foul sacrifice, both animal and human; he feels the call to worship, feels himself succumbing to the force of personality behind the call. Just as he believes he can't fight the call to worship the force behind these images any further, an image of his Queen appears in his head. He sees himself saving her life in battle (she fights with the troops rather than 'leading from behind'), standing beside her at court, guarding her in the face of many perils. These images give him the strength to resist the evil will seeking to invade his mind, and to survive with his own personality intact.
Somehow, even in the midst of all the chaos of the attack on his will, the warrior notices that one of the holes in the wall does not light up - about nine feet up and close to the east wall of the room, the break in the pattern of lights is noticeable to him. Perhaps it was this irregularity in the pattern that enabled him to fight off the call to worship whatever power engendered these images to form in his head . . .
As his will slowly becomes entirely his own once more, Béar becomes aware of a bemused looking Desaigh moving to the bar securing the door from the inside. He fails to raise the bar, and begins beating on the door from the inside.[/sblock]
(From the Inside)
For Béar Only:
[sblock]The door closes, and the two people in the room feel more than a little crowded - this small room was obviously intended for one person only.
The holes in the back wall light up - at first, one at a time, then in increasing numbers and in a swirling pattern. Béar feels his willpower being drained, hears a voice in his head spouting foul sounding words and sounds. He reels, feeling his independent thought being drained, his will being sapped. He sees images of foul sacrifice, both animal and human; he feels the call to worship, feels himself succumbing to the force of personality behind the call. Just as he believes he can't fight the call to worship the force behind these images any further, an image of his Queen appears in his head. He sees himself saving her life in battle (she fights with the troops rather than 'leading from behind'), standing beside her at court, guarding her in the face of many perils. These images give him the strength to resist the evil will seeking to invade his mind, and to survive with his own personality intact.
Somehow, even in the midst of all the chaos of the attack on his will, the warrior notices that one of the holes in the wall does not light up - about nine feet up and close to the east wall of the room, the break in the pattern of lights is noticeable to him. Perhaps it was this irregularity in the pattern that enabled him to fight off the call to worship whatever power engendered these images to form in his head . . .
As his will slowly becomes entirely his own once more, Béar becomes aware of a bemused looking Desaigh moving to the bar securing the door from the inside. He fails to raise the bar, and begins beating on the door from the inside.[/sblock]
Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
Once More . . .
(From the Outside):
After about five minutes, the party hears someone beating on the door to the small chamber from the inside.
(From the Outside):
After about five minutes, the party hears someone beating on the door to the small chamber from the inside.
arkansasdave
First Post
Béar
Béar stumbles forcefully out of the room. Anticipating the coming questions, Béar will hold up his hand as to say "don't talk to me for a second." He leans against the hallway wall and gathers himself.
Béar stumbles forcefully out of the room. Anticipating the coming questions, Béar will hold up his hand as to say "don't talk to me for a second." He leans against the hallway wall and gathers himself.
