IG's "Those Left Behind" Chapter 2

[Scott DeWar]

"Uh Rogash, you are never clumsy. What seems to be going on. Did you see something?" Caerwyn asks with great concern, not only with the unusual acton of the dwarvin locksmith, but for fear of Talashia's possible temper flaring.

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP28/35, -4 wisdom=12

Uulark eagerly awaits Rogash's reply to Caerwyn.

 

[jkason]

Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

Uulark pauses in his aimless prattling and says something useful for a change: "Ah, but see here is my good friend Shaimon! He is the most knowledgeable person that I know about creatures, aminals {sic}, and that sort of thing. I'm sure that he has some much more meaingful and intelligent questions for you than I am able to formulate. Shai??? If you please...."

"I ... well, I..." Shai mutters, not sure that he knows anything at all, but feeling suddenly as if he should.

[sblock=OOC]Invisible Castle seems to be down, so I'll just note that Shai's Know: Nature modifier is +11. Of course, I doubt anything that would have been in this lab falls under the purview of that particular field, but what the heck...[/sblock]

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP28/35, -4 wisdom=12

OOC: In the absence of either a helpful skill or an enemy to throw himself upon, Uulark will stand quietly and just observe Rogash and see whether he can receive any divine inspiration about what happened.

OOC: Dang IC!

OOC for jkason: Even if Shai just knows that his knowledge is not pertinent to this situation, he still knows more than Uulark!

 

[jkason]

Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

OOC: Invisible castle seems to be back up. So, while I don't know that it's applicable, the Know check: Know: Nature check (1d20+11=18)

 

[industrygothica]

All any of you know about the tank is that it once house a viscous, blood-like substance, with other bits and ick floating around in the goo. And that substance is now gone.

The tank has been obliterated, the entire thing turned into shards and tiny fragments sure to doom bare feet for centuries to come.

Where the back of the glass once was is an aquarium-sized hole in the wall. On the other side of the hole is nothing. Literally. No ceiling, no walls... not even a floor. Only cool, black, stale air. Of course that may change if someone were to put a torch to it and light it up.

Of course, the phrase "light it up," could be taken many, many different ways...

 

[Scott DeWar]

Of course, the phrase "light it up," could be taken many, many different ways...

]ooc[ you are an eeeeviiiillll dm. no wonder this is the best game on en world ]/ooc[

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

"That's disturbing. I knew there was something wrong about that tank."

 

[Scotley]

]ooc[ you are an eeeeviiiillll dm. no wonder this is the best game on en world ]/ooc[

OOC: Now see, if you'd been sucking up like that in my game Harrison might not have gotten ripped in half last round.

It is indeed a great game IG!

 

[Shayuri]

"Well you might have SAID something before you crushed the tank," Talashia lectures Rogash severely...then sighs and gestures at the hole.

With faint popping noises, globes of light appear in the air around her hand, then are flicked away. Like faint eruptions of swamp gas, the ghostly orbs waft and swarm around each other, but they stay in a relatively tight formation. Collectively they put out about as much light as a torch, though of a paler, silvery-blue shade that no fire could hope to achieve.

Brows furrowed ever so slightly in concentration, Talashia guides her lights through the hole into the room beyond.

(Dancing Lights!)