electric-ant
First Post
Darkness.
Existence, but in half-consciousness. Aware, but not awake.
Darkness, interminably.
Suddenly a point of light pierces the quiet darkness. It shines brilliantly, rapidly growing to a terrible size until you are nearly blinded by the stabbing light. It just as quickly falls, and before you a hazy illuminated figure of a man appears, just out of focus.
The human silhouette flickers. A huge voice, somehow diminished, echoes from the shape across the darkness.
“Help……”
The radiant silhouette flickers again and nearly fails, but instead begins shrinking into a curved shape.
“……me….”
The light forms into a crescent moon. It flickers.
There is a massive boom, as if a tremendous stone block has suddenly been dropped through the darkness, striking some unseen barrier.
The light flickers again.
A second noise, like thunder sounding over a mountain-peak.
The light flickers. It fades.
A third crash, and you are wrenched from your millennial sleep into the waking world.
Seven sarcophagi lie flat in a giant underground hall. Arching walls and an impossibly high ceiling enclose three dozen colossal canine statues evenly spaced around the sides. A massive door stands open.
The sarcophagi are spaced equidistant around a six-foot tall pedestal, upon which a shattered crystalline orb sits. A diminutive man lies about twenty feet away, blown clear across the room by the explosion which must have destroyed the orb. He is dead, and wisps of smoke curl upward from his blackened hands, as well as from the broken orb and the dozens of fallen crystal shards.
Meanwhile, a dark man in a green tabard embossed with a gold gauntlet, and a dwarf warrior in shining plate-mail are pressed against a wall by a trio of massive, snarling wolves with blood-matted fur and vicious teeth - brachyuruses. The pair does not seem as if they will be able to hold out much longer against the wolves, despite furiously flashing spells and flying blades.
Each of you lies about forty feet away in an open sarcophagus.
[So, to make things easier, this is how I want you to post. After your actions and such, at the bottom of your post include all relevant modifiers for any skill rolls, attack rolls, or whatever might be called for while performing your actions. In addition, include your current armor class, touch armor class, any conditional armor, such as displacement or blinking, and your saving throws.]
Existence, but in half-consciousness. Aware, but not awake.
Darkness, interminably.
Suddenly a point of light pierces the quiet darkness. It shines brilliantly, rapidly growing to a terrible size until you are nearly blinded by the stabbing light. It just as quickly falls, and before you a hazy illuminated figure of a man appears, just out of focus.
The human silhouette flickers. A huge voice, somehow diminished, echoes from the shape across the darkness.
“Help……”
The radiant silhouette flickers again and nearly fails, but instead begins shrinking into a curved shape.
“……me….”
The light forms into a crescent moon. It flickers.
There is a massive boom, as if a tremendous stone block has suddenly been dropped through the darkness, striking some unseen barrier.
The light flickers again.
A second noise, like thunder sounding over a mountain-peak.
The light flickers. It fades.
A third crash, and you are wrenched from your millennial sleep into the waking world.
Seven sarcophagi lie flat in a giant underground hall. Arching walls and an impossibly high ceiling enclose three dozen colossal canine statues evenly spaced around the sides. A massive door stands open.
The sarcophagi are spaced equidistant around a six-foot tall pedestal, upon which a shattered crystalline orb sits. A diminutive man lies about twenty feet away, blown clear across the room by the explosion which must have destroyed the orb. He is dead, and wisps of smoke curl upward from his blackened hands, as well as from the broken orb and the dozens of fallen crystal shards.
Meanwhile, a dark man in a green tabard embossed with a gold gauntlet, and a dwarf warrior in shining plate-mail are pressed against a wall by a trio of massive, snarling wolves with blood-matted fur and vicious teeth - brachyuruses. The pair does not seem as if they will be able to hold out much longer against the wolves, despite furiously flashing spells and flying blades.
Each of you lies about forty feet away in an open sarcophagus.
[So, to make things easier, this is how I want you to post. After your actions and such, at the bottom of your post include all relevant modifiers for any skill rolls, attack rolls, or whatever might be called for while performing your actions. In addition, include your current armor class, touch armor class, any conditional armor, such as displacement or blinking, and your saving throws.]
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