[GG] A game of Gods IC (Introduction)

[Sir Osis of Liver]

Gabriel Thorn

Gabriel place a hand on his wounds and lets the small amount of healing power afforded to him do it's work, taking a little of the sting out of his burns.

"I think i'll have a drink", Gabriel takes a seat and pours himself half a glas of wine.

 

[Gurdjieff]

"So Tzzarch, you've finally noticed brute force isn't always the way to go? Getting all beaten up is one approach, I'd rather attack when he doesn't expect it. Besides I didn't even have to use my full force of power. Yes, I have more inside of me than you've seen ... yet."

Yalla walks over to Drakon, cleaning her dagger a bit before stashing it again.

"Ah, you're breathing again. That's positive. Shall I help you up?"

 

[Leopold]

IC:"Leave him Yalla. The poor human's god told him was weak for falling so quickly and now he is pouting. Heh. Mayhap you do more than try to kick the enemy in it's shin next time Drakon!" he grabs a flagon and raises it high.

"To our first true battle, the strongest survived while the weak fell! Here is to the chosen ones!" he raises it high and downs it.


"Ahh much better! Now THAT got the blood flowing..."

 

[Janos Audron]

[Can I kill him Timothy, please? Just a little bit...]

Drakon doesn't reply. He's got a "I'm thinking, don't disturbe me" kinda look on his face...

 

[Gurdjieff]

"Tzzarch, I'd really watch out with your insults. You wouldn't like for me to disappear again, would you? Because now, you're the only person to me who's becoming annoying."

Yalla leaps back, hiding somewhere in the room again.

[OoC: Hide +29]

 

[Timothy]

OOC: the gods meant to have you all in one place, and as they said before, no violence)

hide Yalla= 9+29=38
Spot:
Leo: 15+3, failed
Drakon: 16+1, failed
Gabriel: 17+10=failed

Yalla jumps under the table and cannot be seen anymore.

 

[Gurdjieff]

[OoC: Crawl away ~20 ft from Tzzarch, still hiding behind possible objects]

 

[Timothy]

OK

Move silently Yalla: 19+29=48
Listen:
Tzzarch: 2+0, failed
Drakon: 17+1, failed
Gabriel: 10+1, failed

 

[Janos Audron]

[How can I make a spot check with my eyes closed?]

Drakon takes a deep breath and gets up. "I'll show you a little trick."

Drakon mumbles a few words, subtly moves his hand a bit and then falls lifeless to the ground.

 

[Leopold]

IC: "So my words be bothering you. Tis a shame, i thought you were made of sterner mettle. A small bad word and you feel you must illict vengence. Come undergrounder, you know the rules that are stated here. I cannot be harmed by y\e or anyone here nor may I cause ye harm. IF you feel your power is greater than that of any of our gods here then I call upon ye to strike me down!"

Through all this he keeps his hands busy polishing his own his eyes concentrating on his work.


OOC: hahahahaha this is the result that i was hoping for! Bring it don't sing it!!