No Man's Land (IC)

[Voidrazor]

A startling transformation comes over Lowryllyth's veiled major domo at the first signs of the exuberant reception. At first she just seems to swell with pride. But the effect becomes more and more pronounced until she has literally grown a foot in height. At the same time her hood is thrown back to reveal a glory. Brilliantly luminous spiked crystal stars adorn her brow, a herald for the platinum curled cascade of her hair, its luster eclipsing even the starfire kissed tiara. Another moment later, her cloak is caught by an unseen wind. Beneath, a queenly, pure-white gown, sequined in prisms, catches a score of rainbows. Amidst the incandescent artifice, brought to further incandescence by the contrast with her ebon skin, one feature shows forth in unadorned candor. That feature, the weight of centuries haunting her eyes, is unmistakable, even from many yards away.

"Of those gathered here without the temple, who is of the highest rank?" Assuming someone comes forward, She puts her hand on his or her forehead and speaks in low but authoritative tones, "I will doubtless have need of you once we are briefed. Stay ready, and try to make sure that those assembled, who are without pressing tasks, remain as well."

Returning to a booming voice to address the crowd, "Friends of the Light. Remain vigilant! Many sacrifices will be required in the coming days. But should we balk now, sure as the sun rises, it would mean greater disasterto come. Hold firm! It is your honor, your duty, and yes, your glory, to protect those you love. If that duty does not call you elsewhere, I bid you remain until we finish conferring with the church elders."

With that, Lowryllyth heads for the church entrance with renewed speed, leaving little time the for rest of the party to continue conversing, if they wish to keep up with her. The 'other Lowryllyth', her noble silks looking drab in comparison, follows mutely a half step behind.

 

[Nephtys]

OOC: Nephtys: Heres how shopping is going to work. You give me a list of items you want, paired with a gather information check, diplomacy check and a d20 roll and I'll see if you find it or for how much. Alternativly you could find people willing to craft you some items, following the craft rules and the inherant time it takes to do so.

ooc: I'm sitting at a public library, so don't have access to my books, so this is in no way a complete list:

Tomes of Str and Con +5, Dex +4
Dimensional Shackles
Portable Holex2

ooc: He has no ranks in any of those skills, so it's just a random d20+4, 17, 18, 6.

Does it help that he has the cooperation of the king? Couldn't he use the king's people to find the items for him at a reasonable price?

 

[Jemal]

Whin looks around "Very well then. Into the fray. But before we go, Allow me to prepare myself. just in case there are any Nasty Surprises."

Whin concentrates for a moment, Arcane magic boiling around him and through him. His form shimmers as it is cloaked in another shield of force, then again as it dissapears for a moment. he reappers soon though, and when he does, his eyes are glowing with magic as well, and his presence seems... somehow 'more'.

And then with a *BAMF!* they are in the land of the Undead.

[sblock=OOC]
Whin casts Shield(I think my last one's run out by now), Greater Blink, See Invis, Ebon Eyes. Also Moment of Presience if I hadn't recast it allready.

To anyone with Detect magic or Arcane Sight, Whin is now a freakin christmas tree.
[sblock=Currnetly Active Spells] Greater mage Armour, Greater Mighty Wallop, Greater Enlarge Person, Superior Resistance, Energy Absorption, Moment of Presience, Shield, Ebon Eyes, Heroism, See Invisibility, Greater Blinking, Prestidigitation[/sblock]
BTW, So far today as of the point we arrive (after the teleport), here's my spells cast/spells remaining today. (God I love being a BATTERY.)
[sblock=spells cast/remaining]
LVL 0 - 1 (5 remaining)
LVL 1 - 3 (6 remaining)
LVL 2 - 1 (8 remaining)
LVL 3 - 2 (7 remaining)
LVL 4 - 0 (8 remaining)
LVL 5 - 4 (4 remaining)
LVL 6 - 1 (7 remaining)
LVL 7 - 4 (3 remaining)
LVL 8 - 2 (4 remaining)
[/sblock][/sblock]

 

[Brother Allard]

Alex pats Morrigan on the back.

"Don't worry, its just in the next town."

He leads Morrigan to Hummelton, a small, homely little city. Travelling deep into the cities exterior, he arrives at an abondoned church. He brings Morrigan into the basement, and they come up to a large steel door. Alex pushes the thing open with ease, and before them are 60 people chained to the wall, hooked into what could only be a hideous torture device.

"You like?'

Morrigan strides forward, casting a professional eye on the device, not seeming to notice the innocents bound to the wall. "I don't believe I've ever seen one of these before," he says. "What exactly does it do? And wherever did you acquire it?"

Morrigan had, of course, seen a great deal of torture and mayhem in his time - working for Vecna, such sights are rather commonplace. However, the intentional application of pain and terror was generally directed toward some particular end, and while rampant sadism wasn't entirely an unfamiliar sight, he found it somewhat distasteful. In front of Alex, however, he betrays no evidence of disapproval.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Jareel Arithnis - Monk 20 hp: 201/201

Jareel is somewhat concerned about the boisterous reception from the townfolk. If word has reached the town of their arrival, undoubtedly the disciples will hear of their presence, possibly ruining their chance to intercept and confront them.

Jareel bows courteously to the crowd, then after Lowryllyth's speech, he heads towards the church. He notes the fast pace set by Lowryllyth, but in a blink of an eye, Jareel covers the ground between himself and the entrance.

As Lowryllyth reaches the entrance to the church, Jareel winks and says,"What took you so long?"
[sblock=OOC] Neener -- neener landspeed of 90' FTW [/sblock]

Jareel then opens the doors to the church, waves to the others to hurry up, and steps inside, presumeably with Lowryllyth.

 

[Darimaus]

ooc: I'm sitting at a public library, so don't have access to my books, so this is in no way a complete list:

Tomes of Str and Con +5, Dex +4
Dimensional Shackles
Portable Holex2

ooc: He has no ranks in any of those skills, so it's just a random d20+4, 17, 18, 6.

Does it help that he has the cooperation of the king? Couldn't he use the king's people to find the items for him at a reasonable price?

These don't represtent convetional shoppin rules, so knowing the king doesn't factor into the equation. I'm going to wait for a full list before I give results though...



"W..w..Wait! You musn't go in there!"

The Paladin tries to halt Jareel and Lowryllyth, but reacted too late, stunned as we was by Lowryllyth's change in appearance. The two open the door and are suddenly consumed in a huge burst of magical energy. (OOC: ok, heres the Jist of it. You're dealing with a triggered Mordenkainen's Disjunction, followed by a triggered antimagic field, a triggered ottiluke's resilient sphere, a triggered cloud kill, and a triggered entanglement. The Disjunction won't be affecting your items, so don't worry. The DCs for each are 20 + Spell level. And yes, they all work in the antimagic field.)



Alex smiles in a cruel, happy way at Morrigan.

"Aquire? No good sir, I made this little contraption myself. As to what it does, the answer is simple. It makes... music."

He laughs to himself at a joke Morrigan doesn't feel privy to.

"Just watch, as I play my latest composition for you, my new found friend."

He moves to a control panel and starts pulling switches. A spike pierces into one womans chest, causing a horrid scream. Clamps start crushing another mans fingers, entering his voice. Soon, many of the victims were making noises of suffering, and to Morrigan's suprise, they actually began to merge as one, becoming a horrid dirge of unmitigated cruelty.



Whin and his comanions appear inside a large ruined temple. There is no sunlight here, merely a layer of dark clouds blocking light from penetrating the dark secrets it hides. There is nobody around the destroyed building as the party incvestigates their immediate surroundings. Whatever happened here has been long over. The stench of death consumes the air, though the travelled adventurers are not put off by it. And yet, a sense of hopelessness is emitted from the land, making them far from comfortable here.



OOC: Bloodweaver1: Sorry, I have a bit more contruction to do here as well. i should have the post ready by tommorow. However, I do have the Nymphs name for you. Its Lilian.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Jareel Arinthis Monk 20, hp: 201/201

OOC: OK, so does Jareel's SR of 30 affect any of them?

Jareel's Save vs. Resilient Sphere, Entangle, Cloudkill (1d20+25=27, 1d20+25=29, 1d20+22=25)
1d20+25-> [2,25] = (27)
1d20+25-> [4,25] = (29)
1d20+22-> [3,22] = (25)

Wow, what great rolls! Made the Resilient sphere, Entangle, and Cloudkill (barely!) Of course, I am immune to poision (Diamond Body).

[sblock=OOC Darimaus] If I hadn't made the Entangle or Resilient sphere save, would I have been able to free myself by turning Ethereal? Or using abundant step (dimension door)? Just curious as to the extent of ethereal goodness[/sblock]

As for the disjunction and antimagic field, I have no spells up at any time, so it really doesn't bother me too much, 'cept for my magical equipment not working....

"Well, that was interesting....," Jareel says as he opens the door,"I hope I haven't ruined the surprise!"

He drops into a defensive stance, and looks inside the church for any other possible threats, as the front door was not very welcoming.

 

[Darimaus]

OOC: OK, so does Jareel's SR of 30 affect any of them? Also, you need 5 save rolls, what is each one based on? (Fort/Reflex/Will?)

They do in fact get through your SR, sorry. The saves are reflex for the sphere and the entanglement, and fort for the cloud kills. Theres no save for the antimagic or the disjunction.

 

[Fenris2]

As Lowryllyth reaches the entrance to the church, Jareel winks and says,"What took you so long?"
[sblock=OOC] Neener -- neener landspeed of 90' FTW [/sblock]

Jareel then opens the doors to the church, waves to the others to hurry up, and steps inside, presumeably with Lowryllyth.

Sylive looks on in a combination of horor, and interest, at the various magical effects and says to the Paladin, "I hope that was not the ahh... trap. . ."

 

[Darimaus]

The Paladin holds his head and sighs.

"That was part of it. You will see though, that thats just the icing on the cake."

As he speaks, Jareel manages to make his way past the magical defenses to see a large room, with the walls being grates, with every hole filled with a knocked arrow. Likewise, the floor is alo a grate, except spears are readied through the holes on it. He can't see the roof, the top of the room concealed by a deep fog. But one thing of note stands out. Hanging from a chain below the fog is a cage, with a woman trapped inside of it.