Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
*sigh* there is jsut no pleasing you is there?
IG's "Those Left Behind" Chapter 2
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Leif
Adventurer
Uulark Simental
OOC for S. Dewar: Sure there is a way to please me. It's even easy for others to please me.
(Ain't I a stinker??)
IC: IG, if Uulark can swipe a private moment, he will cast Restoration, Lesser on himself to heal some of his souvenir wisdom damage from the last chaos beast.
OOC for S. Dewar: Sure there is a way to please me. It's even easy for others to please me.
(Ain't I a stinker??)IC: IG, if Uulark can swipe a private moment, he will cast Restoration, Lesser on himself to heal some of his souvenir wisdom damage from the last chaos beast.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
*bump* sorry, just couldn't bear to watch it slip to page two
industrygothica
Adventurer
Uulark closed the door to his private room. The weathered floor accepted the cleric's knees with a hollowed grunt and sent layers of dust scattering as Uulark knelt hard before the lumpy bed and offered a prayer of thanks to all that is good.
Anyone watching would see a pained man, the mask joviality having been stripped away, unable to hide behind the jokes and raillery. Uulark was hurting, and he was scared.
He reached for his pack and drew it to him. Too tired to stand, he turned and sat with his legs outstretched in front of him and leaned against the bed. He unraveled the scroll from the pack and tried to shake away his confusion.
Chaos. The word beat him down as he tried to make sense of the of the words and sigils on the parchment. He'd never minded a fair bit of chaos in his life, even relished it at times. But this...
The letters seemed to swarm on the parchment, and the symbols began to speak to him; Uulark closed his eyes again as the words came from his lips.
It was cold at first, starting from his fingertips and traveling throughout his body in all directions. The hairs on his neck stood on end, and he thought he could feel a breeze blow past his ears. Still, he continued to recite the words that came to him, like he'd said them a hundred times if he'd said them once.
And the more he spoke, the more he understood. Adrenaline coursed through him, and as his words got louder, the breeze grew stronger. He tried to open his eyes but the energy wouldn't let him. He was on his knees again; his chant climbing to a crescendo. Faster, louder; the clarity assaulted him and tears began to stream from beneath his clinched eyelids. It was all coming back. Yes, it was here. Finally Uulark's eyes snapped open and the parchment sizzled to ash in an impressive display of light. Uulark smiled.
And then collapsed into unconsciousness.
[sblock=OOC]Uulark will heal 4 points of wisdom damage; 3 from the spell and 1 for resting.
Oh yeah... I'M BACK! Sorry for the incredibly long delay, but I sure needed a break. Hope everyone is still with us.[/sblock]
Anyone watching would see a pained man, the mask joviality having been stripped away, unable to hide behind the jokes and raillery. Uulark was hurting, and he was scared.
He reached for his pack and drew it to him. Too tired to stand, he turned and sat with his legs outstretched in front of him and leaned against the bed. He unraveled the scroll from the pack and tried to shake away his confusion.
Chaos. The word beat him down as he tried to make sense of the of the words and sigils on the parchment. He'd never minded a fair bit of chaos in his life, even relished it at times. But this...
The letters seemed to swarm on the parchment, and the symbols began to speak to him; Uulark closed his eyes again as the words came from his lips.
It was cold at first, starting from his fingertips and traveling throughout his body in all directions. The hairs on his neck stood on end, and he thought he could feel a breeze blow past his ears. Still, he continued to recite the words that came to him, like he'd said them a hundred times if he'd said them once.
And the more he spoke, the more he understood. Adrenaline coursed through him, and as his words got louder, the breeze grew stronger. He tried to open his eyes but the energy wouldn't let him. He was on his knees again; his chant climbing to a crescendo. Faster, louder; the clarity assaulted him and tears began to stream from beneath his clinched eyelids. It was all coming back. Yes, it was here. Finally Uulark's eyes snapped open and the parchment sizzled to ash in an impressive display of light. Uulark smiled.
And then collapsed into unconsciousness.
[sblock=OOC]Uulark will heal 4 points of wisdom damage; 3 from the spell and 1 for resting.
Oh yeah... I'M BACK!
Sorry for the incredibly long delay, but I sure needed a break. Hope everyone is still with us.[/sblock]
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Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Hey! glad to see you back!! we all missed ya, but I am glad to let you recharge. burn out is too commen.
Leif
Adventurer
Oscar Nomination for IG
OOC: Wow, what a great post! Thanks, IG! You captured Uulark perfectly in that post, so you must be really smart (I vote for this one), or I must be a better role-player than I thought (ehh, not likely).
OOC: One thing, though, according to your post, 3+1=3. Huhhh???
OOC: Wow, what a great post! Thanks, IG! You captured Uulark perfectly in that post, so you must be really smart (I vote for this one), or I must be a better role-player than I thought (ehh, not likely).
OOC: One thing, though, according to your post, 3+1=3. Huhhh???
industrygothica
Adventurer
Glad you enjoyed the post..
You guys can feel free to assume it's morning and start the new day. I've decided to stop worrying about story and just see where this thing takes us.
You guys can feel free to assume it's morning and start the new day. I've decided to stop worrying about story and just see where this thing takes us.
Leif
Adventurer
Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP35/35
Uulark awoke as soon as the sun began to creep above the horizon, and he felt better than he had felt for some time. He felt .... restored .... as it were. He quickly prepares himself for the day ahead, says his customary prayers, and, with a spring in his step, makes his way to the common room dead set on finding a heaping bowl of oatmeal with raisins. And lots of hot coffee.
Uulark awoke as soon as the sun began to creep above the horizon, and he felt better than he had felt for some time. He felt .... restored .... as it were. He quickly prepares himself for the day ahead, says his customary prayers, and, with a spring in his step, makes his way to the common room dead set on finding a heaping bowl of oatmeal with raisins. And lots of hot coffee.
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Scotley
Hero
Rogash
The Dwarf woke in a fit of coughing and sat up on the bed just before dawn. He stretches his sore limbs and examines half a dozen healing cuts and bruises. His body is battered, but he feels pretty good. For only the second or maybe third night in a row he hadn't drank himself into unconsciousness. Taking out a comb he begins the laborious task of re-braiding his beard and hair. Then he gathers his armor and weapons where he abandoned them on the floor last night. Another considerable amount of labor is required to restore edges and provide a proper cleaning and adjustment. Eventually, everything is strapped into place and he goes in search of food. By the time he finds his way into the common room Uulark is no doubt into at least his third cup of coffee. That doesn't prevent Rogash from trying to catch up by downing the first mug of brew in short order. "Morning priest. How's the food?"
The Dwarf woke in a fit of coughing and sat up on the bed just before dawn. He stretches his sore limbs and examines half a dozen healing cuts and bruises. His body is battered, but he feels pretty good. For only the second or maybe third night in a row he hadn't drank himself into unconsciousness. Taking out a comb he begins the laborious task of re-braiding his beard and hair. Then he gathers his armor and weapons where he abandoned them on the floor last night. Another considerable amount of labor is required to restore edges and provide a proper cleaning and adjustment. Eventually, everything is strapped into place and he goes in search of food. By the time he finds his way into the common room Uulark is no doubt into at least his third cup of coffee. That doesn't prevent Rogash from trying to catch up by downing the first mug of brew in short order. "Morning priest. How's the food?"
