Rel's Faded Glory III: Glory Reborn (FINAL UPDATE 6/22 - SHE'S DONE, BABY!!)
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Dougal DeKree
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...hopefully the music continues soon. It took me ages to catch up... stupid work, we hates it, it makes us slow readers! 
Rel, now that i caught up i have to thank you - i yoinked quite a bit (with the drawback that i could only drop those ideas when Darklone didn't attend our AU-Session). On the other hand i steal so much from so many SHours, he can't read them all, right? Right?
So now that i have caught up, ehm, could you simply proceed updating? Soon? Please?
Rel, now that i caught up i have to thank you - i yoinked quite a bit (with the drawback that i could only drop those ideas when Darklone didn't attend our AU-Session). On the other hand i steal so much from so many SHours, he can't read them all, right? Right?
So now that i have caught up, ehm, could you simply proceed updating? Soon? Please?
Darklone
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Gnihihihi. Keep your illusionsDougal DeKree said:Rel, now that i caught up i have to thank you - i yoinked quite a bit (with the drawback that i could only drop those ideas when Darklone didn't attend our AU-Session). On the other hand i steal so much from so many SHours, he can't read them all, right? Right?
Dougal DeKree
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Illusion...
Hmm, isn't that what gnomish Illusionists are all about? Duh...
But ok, your Litorian WILL have my Illlusions
Darklone said:Gnihihihi. Keep your illusions
Hmm, isn't that what gnomish Illusionists are all about? Duh...
But ok, your Litorian WILL have my Illlusions
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Speaks With Stone
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Wow. I had almost forgotten about that fiasco. (Not really, but I'd like to).
Rel has been kind to our band of adventurers in his narrative (as opposed to on game night). We all assumed there would be a fight because we were told they were dangerous so when we found the webs all of us magic types buffed our buttinskis off. Then Marius began pushing for negotiation. We argued for a not inconsiderable time before I yielded (with poor grace I must admit). So we talked to the spider guys and they told us to back down and rest - all of our good buff spells would be entirely lost and they could catch us with pants down. So I started arguing again - especially pushing the whole "Ilrath and his barbarian friends didn't negotiate - and you just called him our ally. They are so going to toast us." But since I couldn't PROVE that they were going to attack us, I had to concede that there was a small chance that they were honest. No matter how small that chance, that was what our negotiater wanted to gamble on. We were in deadlock and no one else was helping, so I gave up again.
So we camped.
I'll reserve further comments until the story hour pushes a little further along. But I will say that nights that are primarily composed of us arguing are less fun than us kicking tail.
Rel has been kind to our band of adventurers in his narrative (as opposed to on game night). We all assumed there would be a fight because we were told they were dangerous so when we found the webs all of us magic types buffed our buttinskis off. Then Marius began pushing for negotiation. We argued for a not inconsiderable time before I yielded (with poor grace I must admit). So we talked to the spider guys and they told us to back down and rest - all of our good buff spells would be entirely lost and they could catch us with pants down. So I started arguing again - especially pushing the whole "Ilrath and his barbarian friends didn't negotiate - and you just called him our ally. They are so going to toast us." But since I couldn't PROVE that they were going to attack us, I had to concede that there was a small chance that they were honest. No matter how small that chance, that was what our negotiater wanted to gamble on. We were in deadlock and no one else was helping, so I gave up again.
So we camped.
I'll reserve further comments until the story hour pushes a little further along. But I will say that nights that are primarily composed of us arguing are less fun than us kicking tail.
BSF
Explorer
Speaks With Stone said:
I hear that! As the person playing a PC the social skilled Bard, with a mere +29 to Diplomacy, and seriously considering trying to acquire some exalted feats, I can see the value of not attacking somebody that has not provoked you. On the other hand, it is not much fun to discuss the relative merits of whether you should be fighting or not during the game session. We recently spent a good portion of an evening trying to decide if we were going to ambush the Orcs that weren't aware of us, and weren't doing anything harmful to anybody else. Definitely not a fun evening.
Rel
Liquid Awesome
Here's a brief update with more to follow later this afternoon:
They were ready to jump at the slightest sign of betrayal as they approached the webs again. Hands hovered near weapons. Offensive incantations waited on their tongues. Defensive magics had been layered on thickly already.
The webs loomed out of the darkness, a ghostly white. There in the center was a darkness that resolved into a hole. Closer inspection showed that the spider folk had fashioned a tunnel within the tunnel that allowed for them to proceed, single file, through the webs. They paused briefly, exchanged worried glances and entered.
They moved slowly but steadily into the diaphanous corridor, desperately trying to see through the strands of web that walled them in. After a few moments they could see hints of movement as many-legged things entered and left their field of vision. They could tell that the walls had fallen away and they were now in a larger cavern but its true size could not be told from within the haze of webs.
Forward they went and another minute slipped by before they realized that the winding web corridor had brought them back within the almost comforting confines of the Delver tunnel. A few moments later they found the corridor at its end on the other side of the realm of the Spider Folk. Each member of the party released a breath they hadn’t realized they were holding.
They quickened their pace and began to move away to the north. Marius paused a few steps away from the wall of webs. “Thank you for the passage.”
There was no answer.
They were ready to jump at the slightest sign of betrayal as they approached the webs again. Hands hovered near weapons. Offensive incantations waited on their tongues. Defensive magics had been layered on thickly already.
The webs loomed out of the darkness, a ghostly white. There in the center was a darkness that resolved into a hole. Closer inspection showed that the spider folk had fashioned a tunnel within the tunnel that allowed for them to proceed, single file, through the webs. They paused briefly, exchanged worried glances and entered.
They moved slowly but steadily into the diaphanous corridor, desperately trying to see through the strands of web that walled them in. After a few moments they could see hints of movement as many-legged things entered and left their field of vision. They could tell that the walls had fallen away and they were now in a larger cavern but its true size could not be told from within the haze of webs.
Forward they went and another minute slipped by before they realized that the winding web corridor had brought them back within the almost comforting confines of the Delver tunnel. A few moments later they found the corridor at its end on the other side of the realm of the Spider Folk. Each member of the party released a breath they hadn’t realized they were holding.
They quickened their pace and began to move away to the north. Marius paused a few steps away from the wall of webs. “Thank you for the passage.”
There was no answer.
Rel
Liquid Awesome
The remainder of their waking hours saw the same dreary procession of identical tunnel, always the same width, always the same height, always headed vaguely northward. The creature that had made this tunnel was driven, persistent and, according to the Singer, insane.
The only break in the monotony was signs of more of the holes in the passage walls created by the Thoqqua. They cautiously inspected these for any signs of Stirges and kept a close eye and ear to their rear as they moved past them. None wanted a repeat of the previous Stirge attack and Lazarius was harshly told that his methods for defeating it were overzealous. They bedded down a short time later, doing their best to find comfort on the hard stone floor.
Their sleeping was peaceful if uncomfortable and each of the men wondered if he had somehow been consigned to a sort of Hell where he would never see the light of day again and was instead cursed to follow the sameness of this corridor forever. As they began to pack up their bedrolls Speaks made a puzzling and unfortunate discovery. “Our food is gone.”
To a man, the others replied, “What?” But it was as Speaks had claimed. The pouch of Goodberries that he had been carrying was empty as was the remaining hard tack. A careful inventory revealed that the others had a few pieces of jerky in their pouches but that was the extent of their food supplies. The briefly debated turning back and bartering for food from the Spider Folk but they were not entirely convinced that they hadn’t been the ones to rob them in the first place. They decided to press forward on the information that the Gatekeeper at Do-Kun Ghul had given them that a way out existed only a few days beyond the realm of the Spider Folk. Cathal hefted his bedroll and cursed their stone prison as his belly already began to rumble.
They walked on through their waking hours, slept again and walked more. Speaks did provide a scant bit of sustenance by Purifying a few moldy crusts of bread they found in the bottom of a pack and using his magic to enhance the growth of a cluster of fungus they found along the way. But now they were completely out of food and each man forced himself forward hoping that something edible would attack them.
The silence of their grim march was intruded upon by a drip-drip-dripping that began to grow louder as they approached. They exchanged hopeful glances and quickened their pace. Hope sprang within their breasts as they saw faint light from up ahead and the dripping became noticeably louder. Within moments they stood at the end of the tunnel as they found themselves at the bottom of a broad and deep sink-hole. From above the pale, white sunlight of winter filtered down a distance of nearly a hundred feet and snowflakes settled onto the floor of the chamber, some 80 feet across. In the center was crystal clear pool roughly circular and 40 feet across. Covering the bottom of the chamber were irregular stones that had fallen in from the sides of the hole and now formed a choppy floor covered in moss.
Cathal spotted a bit of movement along the bottom of the hole to his right and caught a glimpse of a reptile, roughly the size of a small dog, perch on a stone and look in his direction. He wasn’t sure if it was edible or not, but he intended to find out. He drew his sword and moved out across the slippery stones toward his quarry. Using the cover provided by a few of the larger stones he crept to where he had seen the lizard. As he carefully eased himself into view of the creature he heard a distinct “click-click” and a small nova of crackling electricity burst from the creature and gave him an uncomfortable shock.
The rest of the companions regarded each other as the light from the small, static burst illuminated the chamber brightly for a brief moment. Marius moved forward to help his Brigante friend secure what would hopefully turn out to be their lunch. Cathal overcame his astonishment from the shock he’d received and swung his blade at the reptile but his shifting weight caused him to slip on the mossy stones and miss his mark. He did note that the small, crackling, bolts that ran up and down the blade of his sword seemed attracted to the skin of the small creature. The little beast click-clicked in delight as the popping energy ran up its spine and terminated at the two thin horns that topped its head.
As if in response, similar clicking noises began to resonate throughout the cavern as more of the creatures began to pop out of holes throughout the rubble-strewn floor. Speaks saw that this was going to be a bit more trouble than the Brigante tribesman had thought and used a minor magic to transform his cudgel into a magical Shillelagh as he stepped fully into the chamber. Lazarius used his own magic to Alter himself as wings sprouted from his shoulders and he prepared to take flight. For his part, Marcus was eager to vent his frustration at having been cooped up in the tunnel for over a week with a bit of a row. He used his magic to lend him supernatural Strength not unlike a Bull and marched forward drawing his mace.
Another of the lizards approached Marius with the apparent intention of biting him but the nimble Explorer avoided its teeth with ease. A third leaped out of a hole between Marius and Cathal and with a click-click unleashed another nova of lightning. This was was FAR stronger than the small shock Cathal had taken the first time and the broad-shouldered warrior was nearly knocked off his feet by the wave of energy. The room filled with more clicking as a foursome of the lizards popped out of holes around Marcus and he was blasted by a similar wave of lightning.
Cathal was hungry and angry and had had enough. He flew into a rage and his blade slammed into and through the lizard in front of him before bouncing off a stone. Speaks was starting to understand just how dangerous these creatures truly were and eschewed the use of his club, instead called down a pillar of Flame, Striking the other two lizards nearby Marius and Cathal. The scales of the small creatures curled and burned as they went down.
As if to add symmetry to Speaks’ assault, Lazarius took to the air and unleashed an Ice Storm upon the lizards that had moved in on Marcus. The sharp shards of ice slashed at the creatures and sent them to their deaths. Scipio laid back his ears and readied himself to attack as even more of the lizards began to pop up out of holes in the rocks but Speaks kept him close by his side not wanting him to get beyond reach where the great cat could be healed if need be. The dire mountain lion bared his teeth and growled as another lizard came into view a few paces away. Before anyone could react, it and three others let loose another burst of electricity that engulfed Scipio, Marius and Marcus, missing Speaks by only inches.
Cathal leapt into the midst of them as the tendrils of lightning faded away and brought his blade straight down through one of their heads. Speaks saw that he was in danger and also felt that he would be better able to direct his area attacks from above. His form sank in on itself and he took to the air as an eagle. He saw Marcus smite one of the lizards with his mace, nearly driving it to the ground as Lazarius targeted another with an Orb of Acid, wounding it. It was starting to looks as though they were getting the lizards under control as no more had appeared.
As Speaks made a tight turn in order to keep from colliding with the wall of the sink hole, he was again facing the passageway through which they had entered. Thus he was the only one who saw the Spider Folk launch their surprise attack from the rear.
The only break in the monotony was signs of more of the holes in the passage walls created by the Thoqqua. They cautiously inspected these for any signs of Stirges and kept a close eye and ear to their rear as they moved past them. None wanted a repeat of the previous Stirge attack and Lazarius was harshly told that his methods for defeating it were overzealous. They bedded down a short time later, doing their best to find comfort on the hard stone floor.
Their sleeping was peaceful if uncomfortable and each of the men wondered if he had somehow been consigned to a sort of Hell where he would never see the light of day again and was instead cursed to follow the sameness of this corridor forever. As they began to pack up their bedrolls Speaks made a puzzling and unfortunate discovery. “Our food is gone.”
To a man, the others replied, “What?” But it was as Speaks had claimed. The pouch of Goodberries that he had been carrying was empty as was the remaining hard tack. A careful inventory revealed that the others had a few pieces of jerky in their pouches but that was the extent of their food supplies. The briefly debated turning back and bartering for food from the Spider Folk but they were not entirely convinced that they hadn’t been the ones to rob them in the first place. They decided to press forward on the information that the Gatekeeper at Do-Kun Ghul had given them that a way out existed only a few days beyond the realm of the Spider Folk. Cathal hefted his bedroll and cursed their stone prison as his belly already began to rumble.
They walked on through their waking hours, slept again and walked more. Speaks did provide a scant bit of sustenance by Purifying a few moldy crusts of bread they found in the bottom of a pack and using his magic to enhance the growth of a cluster of fungus they found along the way. But now they were completely out of food and each man forced himself forward hoping that something edible would attack them.
The silence of their grim march was intruded upon by a drip-drip-dripping that began to grow louder as they approached. They exchanged hopeful glances and quickened their pace. Hope sprang within their breasts as they saw faint light from up ahead and the dripping became noticeably louder. Within moments they stood at the end of the tunnel as they found themselves at the bottom of a broad and deep sink-hole. From above the pale, white sunlight of winter filtered down a distance of nearly a hundred feet and snowflakes settled onto the floor of the chamber, some 80 feet across. In the center was crystal clear pool roughly circular and 40 feet across. Covering the bottom of the chamber were irregular stones that had fallen in from the sides of the hole and now formed a choppy floor covered in moss.
Cathal spotted a bit of movement along the bottom of the hole to his right and caught a glimpse of a reptile, roughly the size of a small dog, perch on a stone and look in his direction. He wasn’t sure if it was edible or not, but he intended to find out. He drew his sword and moved out across the slippery stones toward his quarry. Using the cover provided by a few of the larger stones he crept to where he had seen the lizard. As he carefully eased himself into view of the creature he heard a distinct “click-click” and a small nova of crackling electricity burst from the creature and gave him an uncomfortable shock.
The rest of the companions regarded each other as the light from the small, static burst illuminated the chamber brightly for a brief moment. Marius moved forward to help his Brigante friend secure what would hopefully turn out to be their lunch. Cathal overcame his astonishment from the shock he’d received and swung his blade at the reptile but his shifting weight caused him to slip on the mossy stones and miss his mark. He did note that the small, crackling, bolts that ran up and down the blade of his sword seemed attracted to the skin of the small creature. The little beast click-clicked in delight as the popping energy ran up its spine and terminated at the two thin horns that topped its head.
As if in response, similar clicking noises began to resonate throughout the cavern as more of the creatures began to pop out of holes throughout the rubble-strewn floor. Speaks saw that this was going to be a bit more trouble than the Brigante tribesman had thought and used a minor magic to transform his cudgel into a magical Shillelagh as he stepped fully into the chamber. Lazarius used his own magic to Alter himself as wings sprouted from his shoulders and he prepared to take flight. For his part, Marcus was eager to vent his frustration at having been cooped up in the tunnel for over a week with a bit of a row. He used his magic to lend him supernatural Strength not unlike a Bull and marched forward drawing his mace.
Another of the lizards approached Marius with the apparent intention of biting him but the nimble Explorer avoided its teeth with ease. A third leaped out of a hole between Marius and Cathal and with a click-click unleashed another nova of lightning. This was was FAR stronger than the small shock Cathal had taken the first time and the broad-shouldered warrior was nearly knocked off his feet by the wave of energy. The room filled with more clicking as a foursome of the lizards popped out of holes around Marcus and he was blasted by a similar wave of lightning.
Cathal was hungry and angry and had had enough. He flew into a rage and his blade slammed into and through the lizard in front of him before bouncing off a stone. Speaks was starting to understand just how dangerous these creatures truly were and eschewed the use of his club, instead called down a pillar of Flame, Striking the other two lizards nearby Marius and Cathal. The scales of the small creatures curled and burned as they went down.
As if to add symmetry to Speaks’ assault, Lazarius took to the air and unleashed an Ice Storm upon the lizards that had moved in on Marcus. The sharp shards of ice slashed at the creatures and sent them to their deaths. Scipio laid back his ears and readied himself to attack as even more of the lizards began to pop up out of holes in the rocks but Speaks kept him close by his side not wanting him to get beyond reach where the great cat could be healed if need be. The dire mountain lion bared his teeth and growled as another lizard came into view a few paces away. Before anyone could react, it and three others let loose another burst of electricity that engulfed Scipio, Marius and Marcus, missing Speaks by only inches.
Cathal leapt into the midst of them as the tendrils of lightning faded away and brought his blade straight down through one of their heads. Speaks saw that he was in danger and also felt that he would be better able to direct his area attacks from above. His form sank in on itself and he took to the air as an eagle. He saw Marcus smite one of the lizards with his mace, nearly driving it to the ground as Lazarius targeted another with an Orb of Acid, wounding it. It was starting to looks as though they were getting the lizards under control as no more had appeared.
As Speaks made a tight turn in order to keep from colliding with the wall of the sink hole, he was again facing the passageway through which they had entered. Thus he was the only one who saw the Spider Folk launch their surprise attack from the rear.
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