The Dragon's Hoard Arcane Game: Ruins 2007

[Raylis]

"Nothing here! the xeph calls with a yawn as he moves down, "Maybe we're being too....oh what's a good word, meticulous about this. Hey pointy ears, do you have any spells that could find one of these flags a hair faster?

 

[Mista Collins]

Not hearing anything inside, Julian turns the knob on the door slightly and in one motion opens it and tumbles into the room with both swords drawn in a defensive position.

 

[Ivellious]

Thamior looks at Ksathar and shakes his head "No, because as you so elegantly put earlier I'm a "boomer" He then walks towards the door that Julian tumbled into with his sword ready to help her if the need arises

 

[megamania]

Nothing to be found. There is a large first room, two smaller rooms and a possible kitcken. Stairs lead up and down. Up reveals two bedrooms and below reveals...... a floating image of a boy holding a cat.

The image is ghostly and a chill is in the air.

Actions.

 

[Ivellious]

Thamior mutters under his breath, "I'd give anything for a cleric right now." Walking as silently as possible, the elf walks over to Julian and whispers, "I've no desire to fight this if we don't have to. Let's go, and hope we can save our strength."

 

[Raylis]

Ksathra moves foward to the next house in line.

 

[megamania]

Thamior mutters under his breath, "I'd give anything for a cleric right now." Walking as silently as possible, the elf walks over to Julian and whispers, "I've no desire to fight this if we don't have to. Let's go, and hope we can save our strength."

Dotson, a cleric, doesn't hear the whisper and remains upstairs looking around. What will you tell him is down here?

 

[Mista Collins]

"I do be agreein' with you on this one." Julian says as she slowly walks back up the stairs and tries to leave the house. "We do be needin' to find a flag and unless that little boy be havin it, we've got no business in there."

 

[megamania]

TEAM HEAVY METAL

The creature known as Tank rushes across the stone and wood bridge. The goblins are trampled or thrown free of the bridge. At the top of the rise he stops and begins to swing widely with a wicked blade built into his arm. Floating overhead, its constuct teammate rains down magic missiles on the fleeing goblins. The leader, SOB3 calls out for none to survive.


The elven commentator looks a bit pale still. "I believe we have new favorites to win this game."

The fiendish temptress snarls. She needs to be impartial but is not. "Power dosen't always win. They are coldblooded killing machines but they lack... skills to find the flags they need.

 

[megamania]

TEAM HERITAGE

The small sized Green reptilian tinkers with the lock. It is concentrateing a great deal. The globe that has been observing them lowers itself within a few feet of it. Its glow further annoys the rogue. "rrrrrrrr.... will someone PLEASE get that thing away from me!"

The black reptilian steps up but the red one stops him. "remember the rules. it is breaking the rules to interfer with the globe."

Suddenly the green curses. "The blasted thing is whistling in my ear! Make it go away!"

The brass colored ranger steps up to try to stand between it and his comrade. It is so close he can not. "Silver- it does whistle. It did not before."

"Then the judges are acting as they are allowed. We must deal with it. It is part of the challenge."

Grrrrrr... well I AHHHHHHHH! and the green is thrown back by the electrical jolt it takes. Steaming it slowly sits upright. It glares with utter hatred at the globe.