pneumatik
The 8th Evil Sage
"I dunno, Liiros," Torrent says. "Maybe we'll be out of here in a couple of days."
The voice of Indomitability goes quiet. You feel fire in your veins burning you from the inside out. It passes quickly, and when it's gone you feel inured to the heat around you. You know that Torrent's potions of stand the heat keep you from being hurt by the fire, but now you're only sweating if you're wearing heavy armor or robes. You feel somehow also empowered as if you were tempered by the fire in your veins.
The eyes of flame vanish. The flames on the fallen trees ahead of you flicker and die. The flames on either side of the elfroad fade down the the level before the fight started.
You clamber over the fallen trees. Stretching across the river in front of you is an arc of a bridge seeming composed of branches and vines of what was once pale, white stone. Several of these vines and branches plunge into the shallow water beneath the bridge, forming supports. Off the right side of the bridge, in the middle of the river sits a tall, narrow tower, only about twenty feet in diameter, reaching up to a roof thirty feet above the bridge. A narrow walkway leads from the main bridge to a thick oaken entrance door. The tower, as well as the bridge, is currently flame-free, though blackened from decades of soot. On the far side of the bridge lies a small village built in a wide clearing, its buildings faintly visible through the forest’s ashy haze.
"Anyone need healing?" Torrent asks, holding our her wand of cure light wounds. "Man, I hope we can rest in that tower or village or somewhere."
[sblock=ooc]I've attached an unedited version of the map I attached way back before the fight at http://www.enworld.org/forum/5185771-post91.html.
There's enough safety here that Torrent will definitely have time to heal you before you go too far. As long as you post how many HP you need, assume she heals you.[/sblock]
The voice of Indomitability goes quiet. You feel fire in your veins burning you from the inside out. It passes quickly, and when it's gone you feel inured to the heat around you. You know that Torrent's potions of stand the heat keep you from being hurt by the fire, but now you're only sweating if you're wearing heavy armor or robes. You feel somehow also empowered as if you were tempered by the fire in your veins.
The eyes of flame vanish. The flames on the fallen trees ahead of you flicker and die. The flames on either side of the elfroad fade down the the level before the fight started.
You clamber over the fallen trees. Stretching across the river in front of you is an arc of a bridge seeming composed of branches and vines of what was once pale, white stone. Several of these vines and branches plunge into the shallow water beneath the bridge, forming supports. Off the right side of the bridge, in the middle of the river sits a tall, narrow tower, only about twenty feet in diameter, reaching up to a roof thirty feet above the bridge. A narrow walkway leads from the main bridge to a thick oaken entrance door. The tower, as well as the bridge, is currently flame-free, though blackened from decades of soot. On the far side of the bridge lies a small village built in a wide clearing, its buildings faintly visible through the forest’s ashy haze.
"Anyone need healing?" Torrent asks, holding our her wand of cure light wounds. "Man, I hope we can rest in that tower or village or somewhere."
[sblock=ooc]I've attached an unedited version of the map I attached way back before the fight at http://www.enworld.org/forum/5185771-post91.html.
There's enough safety here that Torrent will definitely have time to heal you before you go too far. As long as you post how many HP you need, assume she heals you.[/sblock]