Argent Silvermage
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Wow. That was intense. Kaz says as he starts searching for traps. He will also check the door to see if it is still locked.
THE DUNGEON: (1) Out of Whistle
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Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Taklinn's wound burns for a moment more <4HP fire damage>, before he smothers the flames. Aska moves to Taklinn and casts a Healing spell upon him, invoking the Weaver.
<Cure Serious Wounds for 21 HP restored>.
As Kaz searches for traps, and Taklinn and Takote take stock of the situation, Jack Lobbins pipes up, his exhuberance an ever-infectious thing 'Here! Look et this!'
the Atomie stands at the base of the Flame Statue, pointing at the pedastal upon which it stands. Turning a small stone knob, an audible *GGRRAAACCKK* signals the stone-on-stone sound of the statue shifting on it's base,showing an opened compartment underneath...
Within,amongst the gnawed bones of many a dead travellar can be seen glinting coins and objects.
An open chest contains Gold and Jewels
<518GP,6 Gems, as well as a Potion-Red, in a stoppered Vial.
The Words, in Dungeontongue proclaim 'Expeditious Retreat'.
A Carved Ivory Hilt protruded from under a pile of skeletons, the hiltof a Katana
An odd red cylinder, some 2 feet long, with a hose attached <ending in a cone> lies nearby as well.
Kaz, thinking quick on his feet, while exploring the other Pedastal for traps, finds a similar compartment.
Within, stacked meticulously are 80 piles of 10GP <800 total>, 2 gemstones,Scroll-case, and several green glass bottles of some liquid, with a tan colored label displaying some Archaic Script.A shield with a small ship riding above adorns the Label.One bottle has been opened and is about half full.
Back in thsi room, Takote notices that the Scorpion-Tailed Devil also wears a plain silver Ring, though this is it's only adornment on any sort.
Piling these things together, Aska casts Detect magic, showing that the Katana, the Scroll-Case, the Ring and the Red Potion are all magical.
Using her Comprehend Languages, Aska reads the labels from the <4> Green Bottles.
'Jameson'- Established 1870,Triple Distilled Irish Whiskey 12 years old. A Blend-Product of Ireland,40% Alcohol by Volume, 80 Proof. ' Aska drones on, but it is obvious that you have found booze.
Taklinn perks up with the thought of Whiskey, since he had barely had a decent drop since coming to this Gods'Damned Dungeon.
Please see OoC Thread.
<Cure Serious Wounds for 21 HP restored>.
As Kaz searches for traps, and Taklinn and Takote take stock of the situation, Jack Lobbins pipes up, his exhuberance an ever-infectious thing 'Here! Look et this!'
the Atomie stands at the base of the Flame Statue, pointing at the pedastal upon which it stands. Turning a small stone knob, an audible *GGRRAAACCKK* signals the stone-on-stone sound of the statue shifting on it's base,showing an opened compartment underneath...
Within,amongst the gnawed bones of many a dead travellar can be seen glinting coins and objects.
An open chest contains Gold and Jewels
<518GP,6 Gems, as well as a Potion-Red, in a stoppered Vial.
The Words, in Dungeontongue proclaim 'Expeditious Retreat'.
A Carved Ivory Hilt protruded from under a pile of skeletons, the hiltof a Katana
An odd red cylinder, some 2 feet long, with a hose attached <ending in a cone> lies nearby as well.
Kaz, thinking quick on his feet, while exploring the other Pedastal for traps, finds a similar compartment.
Within, stacked meticulously are 80 piles of 10GP <800 total>, 2 gemstones,Scroll-case, and several green glass bottles of some liquid, with a tan colored label displaying some Archaic Script.A shield with a small ship riding above adorns the Label.One bottle has been opened and is about half full.
Back in thsi room, Takote notices that the Scorpion-Tailed Devil also wears a plain silver Ring, though this is it's only adornment on any sort.
Piling these things together, Aska casts Detect magic, showing that the Katana, the Scroll-Case, the Ring and the Red Potion are all magical.
Using her Comprehend Languages, Aska reads the labels from the <4> Green Bottles.
'Jameson'- Established 1870,Triple Distilled Irish Whiskey 12 years old. A Blend-Product of Ireland,40% Alcohol by Volume, 80 Proof. ' Aska drones on, but it is obvious that you have found booze.
Taklinn perks up with the thought of Whiskey, since he had barely had a decent drop since coming to this Gods'Damned Dungeon.
Please see OoC Thread.
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Argent Silvermage
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A Scroll! Comes to me my presssiouss. Kaz says, as he helps himself to the scroll. I have a back pack that is a bigger inside than outside. we can store most of this loot in it. As he is saying this the others see that he is already scooping stuff into his pack. things like pretty rocks and the devils stinger....things like that.
GoldenEagle
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Taklinn, still hurting from combat, grabs the whiskey and finishes the bottle. without a word, he then grabs his hammers and shield laying them on his chest as he lays down and with in 2 minutes is causing a deep rumbling echo...snoring.
GE
GE
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
While Jack and Kaz stow the Loot <with small coins, bits of cloth and the occassional bone shard making it's way into Kaz's pockets>, Taklinn finishes off the half-bottle of Jameson's 12 year, settling down to rest as only a properly Snookered Dwarf could.
Aska is busy sitting on the steps of the Flame Statue, pondering something,her chin in her hands.
Takote notes the Katana, the fine Ivory Hilt, with it's motif of Horses running across a Field of Wheat. The Guard was of steel, tinted a light green, and it's blade,upon withdrawl from it's scabbard...
the Blade shimmered with violet light, playing across it's surface in a pattern not unlike waves upon the Ocean.
At the base of the exquisite blade was a Mark , a Swordsmith's Mark.
Mirumoto Dakuri.
This Blade was from Rokugan...
The Blade hummed in Takote's hand,pulsing with... sentience ?
What had that Blackfoot said...'Your Kind are not unknown to Me, Samurai, you bleed and Die all ther same, despite your Codes of Honor...'
Had the Beast actually met someone else frm Rokugan?
Looking down into the Demon's Loot, Takote could make out, in the charred remains of the dead, a blackened Helm,singed fur and tarnished gold...An Akodo Samurai.
Aska is busy sitting on the steps of the Flame Statue, pondering something,her chin in her hands.
Takote notes the Katana, the fine Ivory Hilt, with it's motif of Horses running across a Field of Wheat. The Guard was of steel, tinted a light green, and it's blade,upon withdrawl from it's scabbard...
the Blade shimmered with violet light, playing across it's surface in a pattern not unlike waves upon the Ocean.
At the base of the exquisite blade was a Mark , a Swordsmith's Mark.
Mirumoto Dakuri.
This Blade was from Rokugan...
The Blade hummed in Takote's hand,pulsing with... sentience ?
What had that Blackfoot said...'Your Kind are not unknown to Me, Samurai, you bleed and Die all ther same, despite your Codes of Honor...'
Had the Beast actually met someone else frm Rokugan?
Looking down into the Demon's Loot, Takote could make out, in the charred remains of the dead, a blackened Helm,singed fur and tarnished gold...An Akodo Samurai.
Chauzu
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Takote stands up straight with the new katana displayed in front of him in his hands.
"A Lion..." he murmurs to himself, standing like this in deep thought as the other party members do their thing. "I am not sure if I should... but... *sigh* he is a samurai, none the less. A samurai of Rokugan, and no Rokugani belongs in this place. I will keep this until I return home, where I will return it to his family."
"A Lion..." he murmurs to himself, standing like this in deep thought as the other party members do their thing. "I am not sure if I should... but... *sigh* he is a samurai, none the less. A samurai of Rokugan, and no Rokugani belongs in this place. I will keep this until I return home, where I will return it to his family."
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
As you all go about your various tasks and fancies, be they snoring drunkenly, resting, Prayer or dancing a Jig <he is an Atomie>, the Door at the far end Opens ...
Standing in the Doorway is a figure dressed in a travellar's cloak, a spear across one shoulder, and a large pack upon the other.
Looking up from under a heavy weather hood is the face of an male Elf...a bemused expression upon his face as he notes the Faerie's Jig...a private joke, most likely.
Behind him stretches a long Tunnel.
Suddenly <and I do mean Suddenly> the room lurches, sending all tumbling to the ground <except for Taklinn who was there already, though he does wake up screaming QUAKE!>.
You cleary saw, behind the Elf, the Walls shifting and moving, while the Elf stared in astonishment as he notes the passages behind the rest of you shift as well. It would seem that 'the Labyrinth' Changes around a bit...
After a minute of this hellish racket <and after you all regain your feet again>, the path behind the Elf looks clear, though different.
the Path from whence the Party came is blocked by a brick wall, as if it were never there.
Standing in the Doorway is a figure dressed in a travellar's cloak, a spear across one shoulder, and a large pack upon the other.
Looking up from under a heavy weather hood is the face of an male Elf...a bemused expression upon his face as he notes the Faerie's Jig...a private joke, most likely.
Behind him stretches a long Tunnel.
Suddenly <and I do mean Suddenly> the room lurches, sending all tumbling to the ground <except for Taklinn who was there already, though he does wake up screaming QUAKE!>.
You cleary saw, behind the Elf, the Walls shifting and moving, while the Elf stared in astonishment as he notes the passages behind the rest of you shift as well. It would seem that 'the Labyrinth' Changes around a bit...
After a minute of this hellish racket <and after you all regain your feet again>, the path behind the Elf looks clear, though different.
the Path from whence the Party came is blocked by a brick wall, as if it were never there.
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