No Man's Land (IC)

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[sblock=Brenno Group] It looks like we've lost some of our companions. The only people I see posting are Munthrek, Lowryllyth, Shayuri (Ninja, right?)

We need to get to Brenno, so it seems appropriate to ride on your mount, Munthrek? Can he carry 2 additional passengers? It seems that Lowryllyth can fly by herself, whereas Shayuri and I are land bound. If your dragon can't carry both of us, then Shayuri's character can hopefully ride, while I walk -- my land speed is 90', so it will take me about 3 hrs longer to get there than you all, but I'll get there...

Lets just plan on heading out to Brenno, and if the others start posting again, they can catch up.

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[Darimaus]

The King raises his cup enthusiastically at Yashar.

"Indeed there is! We have many fine crafters in this city. I'm sure you will find what you are looking for. And while you shop, we will find the right men to accompany you."


OOC: s@squ@tch: I do believe Rhino checked in on the OOC threads awhile back, but I haven't heard from him since.

 

[Jemal]

Whin raises an eyebrow at the cookies. Picking up the box, he sighs. "You know This isn't what I'm here for. I want some answers!!" As he speaks, he eats a cookie, and looks over to the others. "Hmm, good... want one?"

 

[Nephtys]

The King raises his cup enthusiastically at Yashar.

"Indeed there is! We have many fine crafters in this city. I'm sure you will find what you are looking for. And while you shop, we will find the right men to accompany you."

"Excellent," Yashar smiles and raises his glass at the king before taking another mouthful of food. Swallowing he continues, "Is there anything else I need to know about our target and his location, or anyone else I should consult about the particulars? I assume he is a powerful clerical caster, but just how powerful is he? Who are his personal guards, his friends, lovers, co-conspirators? Anyone in particular that we could control or impersonate?"

 

[Darimaus]

As Whin turns back to offer his companions a cookie, a vivid image of the town before it was destroyed plays before his eyes. A vortex opens up in the sky, a gigantic monster falls from it, and tears the city apart. A cloaked being holding an ancient tome approaches the beast, and then floats up to its shoulder, as the collossal destroyer leaves town and heads North. He regains consciousness several minutes later, wiping froth from his lips and regaining his feet tenderly.



The king shakes his head at Yashar regretfully.

"Alas, the calling of a high priest of the gatekeeper, even a false one, is a lonely one. The only one who would be close to him would be the captain of the guard, and well... in the last month they have gone through three, so we do not have an identity of the current one. As for his skills in battle, he is at this point untested on the battlefield, constantly sending his minions to do his dirty work for him. Such cowardice is a sign of weakness, so we don't anticipate any problems from him."

 

[Brother Allard]

Alex clapped in hands with rediculous glee.

"You've come here looking for an autograph haven't you!" I can't dissapoint my loyal fans!"

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a picture and a slim object. On closer inspection, the paper is a map with a bunch of cities crossed off in Xs, and the slim object was a severed human finger, still bleeding. He takes the finger, uses it to write his name on the map, and hands both over to Morrigan.

"Ah, you're too kind. A busy man like yourself, taking time out of your day." Shaking his head, Morrigan takes the proferred items and smiles broadly [bluff +22]. "Taibhse and I have engaged in a slaughter or two in our time, but nothing like you. No, you've elevated the form. You, sir, are an artist! We are great admirers of your work." He holds up the map and finger. "I will treasure these." [diplomacy +29 to improve Alex's attitude].

OOC: Morrigan would prefer to avoid a direct confrontation at the moment - he's uncertain of Alex's true power, but obviously has reason to suspect he may be beyond his own abilities. He is instead looking to ingratiate himself, with an eye toward acquiring some information which he may be able to use. He's still readying the time stop, though.

 

[Nephtys]

The king shakes his head at Yashar regretfully.

"Alas, the calling of a high priest of the gatekeeper, even a false one, is a lonely one. The only one who would be close to him would be the captain of the guard, and well... in the last month they have gone through three, so we do not have an identity of the current one. As for his skills in battle, he is at this point untested on the battlefield, constantly sending his minions to do his dirty work for him. Such cowardice is a sign of weakness, so we don't anticipate any problems from him."

Yashar nods, "Then we need only gather our task force, have them memorise the appropriate spells and do some preparatory divinations and espionage while I go shopping."

 

[s@squ@tch]

Jareel Arithnis - Monk 20 hp: 201/201

Jareel looks back and forth between his travelling companions, growing a bit anxious to get on the road, people were dying all across this island, and his patron would not approve of any delays. Jareel could almost hear him in the back of his head telling him to get to work.

"I feel that we are floundering at the moment -- our progress has been hindered. I will go on ahead and scout."

"I am going to set out for Brenno on foot, feel free to follow along or catch up when you are able. I will be travelling on the main roads, so I should be easy to spot if you are flying overhead. I hope to see you at our destination."

"Also, I will leave each of you who possess the ability to teleport, a small trinket of mine, so that you join me when you are finished here."

With that, Jareel bows to each of them, turns around, and vanishes quickly into the distance, each stride equivalent to a horse's gallop.

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I am going to set out alone towards Brenno -- I am looking for a faster pace in this game, somewhat similar to the other groups on No Man's Land.

I hope that all of you are able to catch up, as one monk alone will face an arduous path.
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[Bloodweaver1]

Obsidian & Granite

The Dawrf slaps Obsidian on the back in a friendly manner.

"Where do we begin? Well, fer starters introductions are in order. I am Dormun Brimstone, leader of all the Northern Mountains. Who might you be? And what do ya want with our tribes?"

Obsidian engages the formidable dwarf in conversation as they walk together to retrieve Granite. Though their battle was of epic proportion his voice shows no signs of heavy breathing nor does his body show any sign of exhaustion. When he talks his voice carries the same guttural and deep tone that it did from when they first spoke. “Referred am I as Obsidian and this is Granite. Devoted are we followers to the God Gir'Kuek, Lord of all Battles, Chaos and Strength.” Says the hellish living-construct. After a careful inspection of his beloved weapon he and Dwarf return back to where the Hellfire Dragon is patiently waiting for him. “Paul this is, sent in place is he of the Volcanic Lord Harborgens. Resisting against an invasion is Lord Harborgens and like you, of the undead force from the north. Verge of being seized is Victory by those who walk amongst the un-living. These tides can change and Victory shall be ours when a coalition of sacrifice and alliances is marshaled together.”

OOC: I took the liberty of naming one of your Gods in your realm and giving it domains. Feel free to change them if you so desire. I did it purely for fluff.

 

[Unkabear]

Grift landed next to the side of the unconscious Whin not soon after he had so foolishly eaten the cookie. A box of food sitting before the only still standing building in a ruined town screamed of poison. Though the fact that he was not dead was speaking well of the situation. That and he was not convulsing. He turned visible and looked to Meekor. Perhaps the Cleric could do something for Whin. Though when he began to come to he was relieved. "Almost lost you there"

How could you be so foolish! Was what he wanted to say, but self preservation prevented him from voicing the words. If there were any lingering symptoms there was not much that Grift would be willing to try for the warrior.