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<blockquote data-quote="DM with a vengence" data-source="post: 181711" data-attributes="member: 1679"><p><strong>Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px">Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?</span></p><p></p><p>Nikki walked through the open gateway of the impressive main temple of Pelor. Marble spires topped with golden globes towered hundreds of feet above the gateway with its fifty feet wide and 75 feet tall bronze doors swung against the front of the building. The nave stretched in front of her with its hundreds of gilded pews and bright red columns. Showers of bright yellow, orange, and red light streamed in through the tinted windows, supplementing the light of thousands of holy candles and bright globes of permanent daylight spells.</p><p>“High-Church pomp. Certainly impressive, and quite useless. Think how many people could have been fed and healed for the price of this.” Nikki declared, glaring at the finery.</p><p>“Hello, due you, ah, need anything.” The acolyte at the door shuffled over, taking in the light green robes marking her as a cleric of Ehlonna, and the heavy mace hanging down her back marking her as a very dangerous cleric of Ehlonna. “If your here for the weekly interfaith discussion and tea, it’s been moved to Thursday. We’re having a guest speaker. A cleric of Nerull, who said he would talk about his beliefs if we stopped shoving bamboo under his fingernails and setting it on fire. Of course now he has to argue religion and the Paladins code with the seven greatest theologists in the city. I’d rather take the bamboo myself. Aheheheh.”</p><p>“I’m not here for the weekly interfaith tea. I have a letter to deliver to the purser.” She held out the letter, displaying the seal.</p><p>“That door, go up to the fifth landing and stand on the red and blue tiles. Then knock ‘shave and a haircut. Two pence,’ on the door, don’t use the knocker, and then step back onto the rug. The door will open, then wait five seconds and go through. If you get injured in this process then we’ll give you a free healing spell. Good luck, and if you aren’t back in 45 minutes I’ll send someone to collect the piec… I mean find you.”</p><p>“Crazy sun worshippers.” Nikki shook her head, and began the climb up to the fifth landing.</p><p></p><p>Standing on the red and blue tiles, she knocked ‘shave and a haircut. Two pence.’ being very careful to bring to keep her hand well away from the gilded knocker. She stepped back, and the door swung open. A ruff grumbling voice spoke from inside. “Put the mace by the door, and come in with your hands in the air. Now!”</p><p>Nikki carefully laid her weapon on the carpet, and stepped in, hands in the air.</p><p></p><p>The interior of room was almost pitch black compared to the radience of the temple. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw a hunched grizzled old man standing near some large device with lots of springs and wood framework, points of light glinting threateningly in the interior, his hand hovering over a lever.</p><p>“Step in, you can put down your hands.” He released a foot pedal, and the door slid closed. “I’m am Deacon Waaaaashburn, and whaaaaaat do you waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…” He growled.</p><p>“I would like a scroll of raise dead, as specified in this letter.” Nikki said, brandishing the envelope.</p><p>Deacon Washburn ignored her, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant. Scroll of raise dead? Let me see that.” He took her letter and glanced it over. “I’ll be right baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.” He loped into the shadows with the sort of gate usually reserved for green-skinned hunchbacks who drooled “Mathter” a lot.</p><p>While he was gone Nikki examined the device he had been standing by, it was eight crossbows of varying power mounted on a wooden framework designed to all be fired at once by releasing the lever. It was currently pointed right at the doorway. Deacon Washburn loped back into the room and saw her looking at it. “That’s the Waaaaaashburn X8. My own invention.” He said proudly, inflating his chest. “Waaaaaaatch.” He pulled the lever, and the door sprouted eight crossbow bolts at various levels. “Quite effective, you’ll note how they’re grouped at chest, head, groin height aaaaaand haaaaalfling groin height. Thieves don’t mess with this. Here’s your scroll, haaaaaave a nice day and don’t let the attack baaaaaaats rip you to shreds on the way out.” He darted around the corner, and then popped back out. “Serious about thaaaaaaat last one, I’d better see if they’re in their cages.”</p><p>“Crazy sun worshippers.” Nikki said, collecting her equipment and heading back towards Sator Square, “Sunstroke always gets them in the end.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DM with a vengence, post: 181711, member: 1679"] [b]Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?[/b] [Size=4]Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?[/Size] Nikki walked through the open gateway of the impressive main temple of Pelor. Marble spires topped with golden globes towered hundreds of feet above the gateway with its fifty feet wide and 75 feet tall bronze doors swung against the front of the building. The nave stretched in front of her with its hundreds of gilded pews and bright red columns. Showers of bright yellow, orange, and red light streamed in through the tinted windows, supplementing the light of thousands of holy candles and bright globes of permanent daylight spells. “High-Church pomp. Certainly impressive, and quite useless. Think how many people could have been fed and healed for the price of this.” Nikki declared, glaring at the finery. “Hello, due you, ah, need anything.” The acolyte at the door shuffled over, taking in the light green robes marking her as a cleric of Ehlonna, and the heavy mace hanging down her back marking her as a very dangerous cleric of Ehlonna. “If your here for the weekly interfaith discussion and tea, it’s been moved to Thursday. We’re having a guest speaker. A cleric of Nerull, who said he would talk about his beliefs if we stopped shoving bamboo under his fingernails and setting it on fire. Of course now he has to argue religion and the Paladins code with the seven greatest theologists in the city. I’d rather take the bamboo myself. Aheheheh.” “I’m not here for the weekly interfaith tea. I have a letter to deliver to the purser.” She held out the letter, displaying the seal. “That door, go up to the fifth landing and stand on the red and blue tiles. Then knock ‘shave and a haircut. Two pence,’ on the door, don’t use the knocker, and then step back onto the rug. The door will open, then wait five seconds and go through. If you get injured in this process then we’ll give you a free healing spell. Good luck, and if you aren’t back in 45 minutes I’ll send someone to collect the piec… I mean find you.” “Crazy sun worshippers.” Nikki shook her head, and began the climb up to the fifth landing. Standing on the red and blue tiles, she knocked ‘shave and a haircut. Two pence.’ being very careful to bring to keep her hand well away from the gilded knocker. She stepped back, and the door swung open. A ruff grumbling voice spoke from inside. “Put the mace by the door, and come in with your hands in the air. Now!” Nikki carefully laid her weapon on the carpet, and stepped in, hands in the air. The interior of room was almost pitch black compared to the radience of the temple. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw a hunched grizzled old man standing near some large device with lots of springs and wood framework, points of light glinting threateningly in the interior, his hand hovering over a lever. “Step in, you can put down your hands.” He released a foot pedal, and the door slid closed. “I’m am Deacon Waaaaashburn, and whaaaaaat do you waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…” He growled. “I would like a scroll of raise dead, as specified in this letter.” Nikki said, brandishing the envelope. Deacon Washburn ignored her, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant. Scroll of raise dead? Let me see that.” He took her letter and glanced it over. “I’ll be right baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.” He loped into the shadows with the sort of gate usually reserved for green-skinned hunchbacks who drooled “Mathter” a lot. While he was gone Nikki examined the device he had been standing by, it was eight crossbows of varying power mounted on a wooden framework designed to all be fired at once by releasing the lever. It was currently pointed right at the doorway. Deacon Washburn loped back into the room and saw her looking at it. “That’s the Waaaaaashburn X8. My own invention.” He said proudly, inflating his chest. “Waaaaaaatch.” He pulled the lever, and the door sprouted eight crossbow bolts at various levels. “Quite effective, you’ll note how they’re grouped at chest, head, groin height aaaaaand haaaaalfling groin height. Thieves don’t mess with this. Here’s your scroll, haaaaaave a nice day and don’t let the attack baaaaaaats rip you to shreds on the way out.” He darted around the corner, and then popped back out. “Serious about thaaaaaaat last one, I’d better see if they’re in their cages.” “Crazy sun worshippers.” Nikki said, collecting her equipment and heading back towards Sator Square, “Sunstroke always gets them in the end.” [/QUOTE]
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