sarruth's request(game thread)

[Ink]

Smoke from the temple. There is screaming. There is fear.
Es smells nothing. She hears nothing, feels nothing.
She sees the book: black, small and intimidating beyond any adversary.
The girl turns away from the street, the tiny book slips into her delicate hands, and she runs towards the fire.


[sblock=ooc]Tiluvias: Ithros would know about a power where Mem leaves her body--but he would not know where she went (Ithros' most logical knowledge check would be perhaps astral travel spell since the stealsteel power is basically unheard of. Or more likely Mem has left her physical body in search of something--which she has)

Mem informed him that she has left tells him where her physical body would be and that she has left it, to keep the group cohesive in some way.

(This is obivously more information than Mem would trust anyone else with)

He would not however know about Es' rapier.
He would not know about the psi crystal.
He would have to pass quite the spell resistance just to make a check on Es--not that he couldn't but he would simply know that
"That is Es' toy" [/sblock]

 

[tiluvias99]

[sblock=OOC]Okay, got it. So Irthos only knows that Mem has the ability to seperate her spirit from her body, and he knows that when she does this, her physical form tends to be left in the catacombs under the citadel where it can remain unharmed. And, by her note, Irthos knows that she has done this very recently, and is why she was not found in her rooms.
That right?

One more thing: I (as in me, not Irthos) don't get the note sent to Irthos. Is he supposed to understand it (aside from being told that Mem has gone on one of her little "outings" outside of her body), or is it meant to be cryptic? For example, does he have (or know he has) a way to call her "if there be need"?
Likewise, is Irthos supposed to understand the first part about guzzling trust and the false god Pelor, or, again, is that meant to be cryptic?


Oh, and so everyone knows, starting wednesday, my posting will be extremely limited until around tuesday of next week. There's a good chance that I won't be able to post at all.
Just thought you should know.
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[Ink]

[sblock=occ] Not meant to be cryptic sorri, but no he doesn't know about the dagger or rapier. As the letter reads--She thinks Pelor flock may be the cause of all the trouble, and if Ithros needs Mem's help he would know just to call out her name--perhaps a contingent teleport he might imagine[/sblock]

 

[cog_and_taz]

[SBLOCK=OOC]pretty long time with nothing going on, does that mean I'm expected to drop the popcorn and do something? Sorry, it's getting hard to distinguish between bit where I should be active and bits where I should just stay out of the way.[/SBLOCK]

 

[tiluvias99]

[sblock=OOC]found a way onto a comp. Been real busy.

Cool on Mem and Irthos.


Cog, you may have a bit more waiting, I think. Iejir is waiting on Grendle, Irthos is waiting on Endeca. Neither LG nor Ryfte seem to be present yet to respond to those. I'm not sure anthing will be happening until they get back.

Es might require some DMing, with the whole "running into the flames" thing.[/sblock]

 

[cog_and_taz]

[SBLOCK=OOC]"might require some DMing", I hope you didn't know how that would sound . Oh well, I'll post that soon, and I sent LG a PM, consisting of "you're overdue, fixxit", so that should do the trick.[/SBLOCK]

 

[cog_and_taz]

Around the temple, flames rage. The suin-like mask that is the symbol of pelor melts and drips gold and steel from the temple's roof. The gates have long since burned down, and the marble walls crackle with heat. A few pillars inside have already fallen, trapping the faithful beneath them. Charred corpses fill the temple, and a few relatively unscathed priests tend to those that still have a chance, but for many of them, it is too little, too late. As Es watches, flames erupt from the temple, coils of the deadly fire licking around the roof. To the horror of the pelorites, cracks appear across it, and it collapses, killing the few inside that had survived. A crowd has gathered now, largely trying to stop the fire from reaching their own wooden homes. Choking smoke fils the air all around, and the flame has spread to a few nearby houses. Fires rage all around, and the screams of the dying are the only sounds by the temple. Amid the corpses, the choking smoke, the fire and the terrible smell of burned corpses, one figure stands out, tending to the fallen. His once brown hair is now greyed at the fringes, and he is dressed in chainmail and pelorite robes. The holy symbol of his deity hangs by a chain from his neck.

 

[Ink]

Es watches in horror. She feels...almost. It is new to her. But the horror is not from the death or destruction.

There is a certain something...
Tangible with weight and form. She can hear it, like a crisp voice. She can smell it, charred, itchy, the taste driving itself down her throat. She can see it, her eyes gaze with fear, too open to see anything else. It touches her spirit within her heat--reminding her she has one.

There is something screaming, perhaps she is, yet the fire freezes her in place. Es does not move. Like a statue, her eyes pryed wide, not in hesitatation, in fear.

 

[cog_and_taz]

[SBLOCK=OOC]With all the respect, it's about time someone noticed that I'm not dead. How'd you like the cheerful description?[/SBLOCK]

 

[cog_and_taz]

[SBLOCK=OOC]Where are you all?[/SBLOCK]