(LHHS) The Light Hearted Hack n' Slash Game (I)

[Darkwolf]

Khala nods and thanks him, then takes the package, hides it within his cloak, and proceeds downstairs. He finds the proper room and knocks on the door.

 

[Dalamar]

"I thank you for the offer Yorick, but it seems that Mak already went and paid for me."
She hands the three silvers back to Yorick and then turns to Mak with a smile.
"Thank you, I will pay back when I get enough money."

 

[Creamsteak]

Khala nods and thanks him, then takes the package, hides it within his cloak, and proceeds downstairs. He finds the proper room and knocks on the door.

Before you can even get the door open, you here a sound that falls somewhere between lip smacking, and squeezing a sponge.

The room is pitch black, save for a glowing stone in the center of the room. The stone is on a pedastal, and there is a chair in front of the stone.

A creature wobles and bends the air around it as it approaches the table. It's massive rotund self is obviously visable, but undistinguishable from the dark background. You can't tell where this creature begins or ends.

It speaks in Giant, "Did you bring an offering?"

 

[reapersaurus]

Brawn falls quickly to sleep in his stable, dreaming Saurial dreams of hunting, eating, and fighting..... and *&^*ing.

 

[Creamsteak]

OOC: Darkwolf is away, so I'm going to push forwards a little. Freeze Frame: Darkwolf is speaking with the creature known as Obeseda. His actions here will take place BEFORE anything else happens. Since he will be away for a decently long term, after this week, I'm going to set him aside temporarily. So, with that said...

Morning comes. All of you rest well, and gain all the benefits of a nights rest. Wizards and Clerics should inform me of thier prepared spells.

The day is yours. Where are you going? Who are you looking for? What are you doing?

Kalanyr, the woman appears to have completely stabilized, and will remain as such every day that you use 2 0-level spell slots or 1 1st-level spell slot to keep the woman stable. She can be moved about freely without any danger as long as there are no strenuous circumstances. Consider her as though she is at -9.9 and over the course of the night she went to -9.99, so she is in dire condition every day wasted.

As for everyone else, I'd love to find out where you are going, and what your motivations are.

 

[Dalamar]

Krindor moves to the room where Khelon is looking after the wounded woman.
"Khelon, go have a walk and ease your muscles. As a warrior, I know that if you just stay inside, you're not going to be in shape to defend yourself. I can take care of her and you can possibly find out about her family or close friends."
She gives him a friendly and assuring smile.

 

[Darkwolf]

Khala stares at the thing for a second before recovering and says, "I did not understand that. Do you speak the common tongue, draconic, elven, undercommon, or sign?"

 

[Creamsteak]

Khala stares at the thing for a second before recovering and says, "I did not understand that. Do you speak the common tongue, draconic, elven, undercommon, or sign?"

The beastly incarnation of a woman looks at you with disaproval. "You come here, and you are not prepared?" She is speaking common now. You find her voice to be quite gravely and strange. "I am obeseda, master of the one wind." With that, a strange pressured sound comes from the woman and a stink fills the room. She starts to laugh, and then it gets to the point where she laughs so hard she rolls over onto her side.

"Well then, I assume you have my treats? I'll answer one question for each. I can't be sure I'm right, but I'm a master of astrology, and I do fairly well for myself."

The woman opens up a case and reveals what looks like navigating equipment. A moment later the room disappears around you, and you can no longer see the planet's surface. Everything is stars around you.

"This is the best place to do this, so let's get started."

 

[Darkwolf]

"I am prepared, but I haven't had the opportunity to learn that language yet. Perhaps soon. My first question is, 'What quest can the group I am in fulfill with the least chance of a death occuring that will help us grow in the most power and resources?'

 

[Creamsteak]

"I am prepared, but I haven't had the opportunity to learn that language yet. Perhaps soon. My first question is, 'What quest can the group I am in fulfill with the least chance of a death occuring that will help us grow in the most power and resources?'

"I'm not exactly sure what you want, since everything your asking about is subject to opinion, but let's just see what the universe thinks..."

With that, the obese green skinned woman begins to focus on something in her hand, and the picture of the universe changes around you.

You see shades of blue, whitening on the bottom, and yellowing on the top. This forms as the color of the scenery changes to a grassy plain, and a pastel blue sky, similar to a prarie.

The center of the figure silvers, and soon takes on a shine of it's own. It appears like a breastplate. The figure's shoulders form into silvery plates, garmented by the deep blue. The blue turns to cloth, and soon the face is revealed. Thin blondish eyebrows, green eyes, and bangs first, then a long blond poneytail and a blue ribbon. Soon the battle-skirt and greaves of the knightly woman come into view. Then lastly, her gauntlets, bracers, and silver boots.

The woman bears the marks of Knighthood on her armor, and her stance is regal. The area around her changes, darkens, and fills with red spots as you look at the markings. She bears marks unrecognizable to you, however they are very exact and the marking is quickly memorized by you.

The red dots turn into faces, with huge mouths filled with jagged and mishapen teeth. The creatures near, and surround the woman. She draws a very fine rapier, into the air, and around hands.

The creatures are innumerable, hundreds, and they rush forward with thier yellowed green hides. They scamper, and though silent, you can sense the barking and howling in your spine.

The woman bloodies and slaughters them, six and seven at a time. Every few seconds more come and die, piling the bodies on top of each other.

The frame zooms out, so that you can see the region more clearly. Then the sight zooms out farther and shows you the region of the world, and finally the world. From where your visual started, you are able to determine that the woman was fighting in the northern swamp regions near the troll lands.

That is Obeseda's answer to your question.