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Plane Sailing
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Welcome Sumi, welcome!
(I hadn't realised that a whole month had gone by since my last update. I've really got to get writing again!)
Cheers
(I hadn't realised that a whole month had gone by since my last update. I've really got to get writing again!)
Cheers
robberbaron
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I think we're only about 8 months behind now.
If only we could get Guido to update as well.
Oh, and Anne-Marie is certainly some variety of tart. Just not quite sure of the flavour yet. Possibly psychodelic.
If only we could get Guido to update as well.
Oh, and Anne-Marie is certainly some variety of tart. Just not quite sure of the flavour yet. Possibly psychodelic.
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Plane Sailing
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During that evening they spend time gathering information, and preparing themselves for the arrival of Tania.
Tania arrives in the morning, dressed in dark colours and sporting the slicked back dark hair and widows peak which is so common in her native Morannon. After some long introductions, during which they discover she is a specialist necromancer (which gives Trajan a pause for thought) they decide to let her join their party. Taran has left word with Dominic to continue checking up on her background in case there are any unforeseen problems.
The company move up towards the side gate at the crater ridge mines once more early on Moonday, once again donning their disguises before they get there. Almost a week has passed since their last foray and they are hoping that the guards will have become lax again.
It seems as if their prayers have been answered, and they find no problems in getting past the gatehouse and back into the mining cart railtracks. Once again they take an ore cart down to its terminus and then proceed through the cave of fungus and up to the iron guardroom door.
Taran takes the lead, easily bluffing the current guards that they are “replacement guards” arriving to make up the numbers accidentally slain by Slaazh, the troll with the two handed sword.
Quite unlike their last visit they wander down to the main intersection and then have a short conversation with a giant who is on guard. The giant is a bit mournful, apparently his best friend was killed by intruders last week and he doesn’t have anyone to make jokes with now.
Leaving him they take the huge right hand door and open it onto a chamber occupied by two large foes and one small figure who is manacled to the wall, and who clearly has undergone some severe torture. One of the figures is Slaazh, the troll fighter with a two handed sword, the other is D’Gran a fiendish ogre mage.
Trajan gains initiative and springs in, hewing at Slaazh with a mighty blow from his bastard scimitar. Anne-Marie tumbles past it and strikes ineffectually at the Ogre Mage while Taran and Tania watch from the doorway.
D’Gran unleashes his fearsome cone of cold, catching Trajan, Anne-Marie and Taran. Trajan avoids the worst of the freezing blast and the other two evade it completely; D’Gran utters a fiendish curse.
The troll is putting a lot of strength into his sword swings, but he finds himself unable to hit the agile young duellist dancing around him. Suddenly a sharp pain in his kidneys drops him to his knees and he realises that the small rogue flanking him is not to be ignored! On his next round he swings at Taran, easily catching the weak rogue with his sword and laying him out bleeding on the ground.
D’Gran has shrugged off a full attack from Trajan and then disappears into invisibility, much to the sword saints, frustration. Anne-Marie impales the troll on her rapier and then quickly thrusts her torch into its wounds, momentarily tipping Slaazh over the edge of consciousness. Tania has been waiting for this moment and darts forward, her hand glowing with necromantic magics. Before the trolls regeneration can life it back into consciousness her Death Knell strikes it and the troll collapses lifeless, its spark extinguished and used to strengthen Tania’s power for the next hour. Anne-Marie looks across, astonished. “Neat trick” she offers.
D’Gran appears for a moment, as he fires his huge longbow at Trajan, but it seems that he doesn’t have the stomach for continuing the fight and visibly goes gaseous and then invisible, disappearing into the darkness beyond.
The hill giant that they were talking to earlier now bursts into the room, having eventually decided that the last thirty seconds of combat that it was hearing was not right. Unfortunately for him he walks into a flanking position between Trajan and Anne-Marie and the two fighters decimate him before he lands his second blow.
After healing Taran they turn to the small tortured figure hanging on the wall. He is little more than the size of a human child, but with a wizened face beneath the blood and bruises.
“Hello” the figure says over his laboured breathing. “I suppose you’re here to hurt me too? Everyone has it in for us svirfneblin. I don’t know why we ever bother to try to help”.
“Er, No” Says Trajan, curious as to what manner of humanoid he is seeing.
Taran quickly picks the locks on the manacles, setting the little figure free.
“Well, you’re not hurting me right now, so maybe you aren’t bad sorts after all. My name is Garrick” says the deep gnome.
“My people drew lots and I drew the short stalagmite, naturally, so I came up to warn…” he guestures around “… subsurface dwellers that this extinct volcano isn’t nearly as extinct as they thought it was. In fact, unless we manage to complete our engineering work in time the vast magma chamber below us is going to fail and this whole caldera is going to blow sky-high”
Tania arrives in the morning, dressed in dark colours and sporting the slicked back dark hair and widows peak which is so common in her native Morannon. After some long introductions, during which they discover she is a specialist necromancer (which gives Trajan a pause for thought) they decide to let her join their party. Taran has left word with Dominic to continue checking up on her background in case there are any unforeseen problems.
The company move up towards the side gate at the crater ridge mines once more early on Moonday, once again donning their disguises before they get there. Almost a week has passed since their last foray and they are hoping that the guards will have become lax again.
It seems as if their prayers have been answered, and they find no problems in getting past the gatehouse and back into the mining cart railtracks. Once again they take an ore cart down to its terminus and then proceed through the cave of fungus and up to the iron guardroom door.
Taran takes the lead, easily bluffing the current guards that they are “replacement guards” arriving to make up the numbers accidentally slain by Slaazh, the troll with the two handed sword.
Quite unlike their last visit they wander down to the main intersection and then have a short conversation with a giant who is on guard. The giant is a bit mournful, apparently his best friend was killed by intruders last week and he doesn’t have anyone to make jokes with now.
Leaving him they take the huge right hand door and open it onto a chamber occupied by two large foes and one small figure who is manacled to the wall, and who clearly has undergone some severe torture. One of the figures is Slaazh, the troll fighter with a two handed sword, the other is D’Gran a fiendish ogre mage.
Trajan gains initiative and springs in, hewing at Slaazh with a mighty blow from his bastard scimitar. Anne-Marie tumbles past it and strikes ineffectually at the Ogre Mage while Taran and Tania watch from the doorway.
D’Gran unleashes his fearsome cone of cold, catching Trajan, Anne-Marie and Taran. Trajan avoids the worst of the freezing blast and the other two evade it completely; D’Gran utters a fiendish curse.
The troll is putting a lot of strength into his sword swings, but he finds himself unable to hit the agile young duellist dancing around him. Suddenly a sharp pain in his kidneys drops him to his knees and he realises that the small rogue flanking him is not to be ignored! On his next round he swings at Taran, easily catching the weak rogue with his sword and laying him out bleeding on the ground.
D’Gran has shrugged off a full attack from Trajan and then disappears into invisibility, much to the sword saints, frustration. Anne-Marie impales the troll on her rapier and then quickly thrusts her torch into its wounds, momentarily tipping Slaazh over the edge of consciousness. Tania has been waiting for this moment and darts forward, her hand glowing with necromantic magics. Before the trolls regeneration can life it back into consciousness her Death Knell strikes it and the troll collapses lifeless, its spark extinguished and used to strengthen Tania’s power for the next hour. Anne-Marie looks across, astonished. “Neat trick” she offers.
D’Gran appears for a moment, as he fires his huge longbow at Trajan, but it seems that he doesn’t have the stomach for continuing the fight and visibly goes gaseous and then invisible, disappearing into the darkness beyond.
The hill giant that they were talking to earlier now bursts into the room, having eventually decided that the last thirty seconds of combat that it was hearing was not right. Unfortunately for him he walks into a flanking position between Trajan and Anne-Marie and the two fighters decimate him before he lands his second blow.
After healing Taran they turn to the small tortured figure hanging on the wall. He is little more than the size of a human child, but with a wizened face beneath the blood and bruises.
“Hello” the figure says over his laboured breathing. “I suppose you’re here to hurt me too? Everyone has it in for us svirfneblin. I don’t know why we ever bother to try to help”.
“Er, No” Says Trajan, curious as to what manner of humanoid he is seeing.
Taran quickly picks the locks on the manacles, setting the little figure free.
“Well, you’re not hurting me right now, so maybe you aren’t bad sorts after all. My name is Garrick” says the deep gnome.
“My people drew lots and I drew the short stalagmite, naturally, so I came up to warn…” he guestures around “… subsurface dwellers that this extinct volcano isn’t nearly as extinct as they thought it was. In fact, unless we manage to complete our engineering work in time the vast magma chamber below us is going to fail and this whole caldera is going to blow sky-high”
robberbaron
First Post
Still not sure about Tania.
Can't figure out whether she only has a couple of spells per day or if she just chooses spells which have no obvious use.
Can't figure out whether she only has a couple of spells per day or if she just chooses spells which have no obvious use.
Darklone
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Perhaps she's like the kobold I used to play... officially (disguised) as an illusionist gnome.
He was a Ill1/sor7 and had some Cure spells (one level higher) in his repertoire, so everyone eventually assumed he was a wizard/cleric multiclass due to his now and then curing and his general "Could I have this wand?" behavior...
Or she's a rog/wiz/asn
He was a Ill1/sor7 and had some Cure spells (one level higher) in his repertoire, so everyone eventually assumed he was a wizard/cleric multiclass due to his now and then curing and his general "Could I have this wand?" behavior...
Or she's a rog/wiz/asn
Plane Sailing
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Probably more a classic case of the difficulties which wizards have when preparing their spells at the start of the day. Will I pick useful ones?
Plus as a specialist necromancer she loses two other schools - I think it is evocation and conjuration, which takes out many attack spells.
Plus, an issue not to be overlooked, is that traditionally Shockwaves characters are not very "useful" to the party, and as soon as they become useful or heroic they die a grisly death. This was the fate which befell Syl and Arilyn... maybe Tania is just being cautious for karmic reasons...
Cheers
Plus as a specialist necromancer she loses two other schools - I think it is evocation and conjuration, which takes out many attack spells.
Plus, an issue not to be overlooked, is that traditionally Shockwaves characters are not very "useful" to the party, and as soon as they become useful or heroic they die a grisly death. This was the fate which befell Syl and Arilyn... maybe Tania is just being cautious for karmic reasons...
Cheers
Plane Sailing
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“I beg your pardon?”
Suddenly the self-effacing svirfneblin has all their attention. Rather uncomfortable at seeing all these heavily armed and ichor-splattered big people surrounding him he stammers out his response.
“We live deep underground, we found this huge magma chamber and realised that it was becoming unstable, something was seriously disturbing it. My people have used magics and skill to seal off a side channel which would have caused it to blow up in a matter of weeks. Luckily we think we’ve sealed it properly so it will stay safe for a few years yet”
Taran looks thoughtful. “How easy would it be to ‘un-fix’ it?” he wonders aloud. The others quickly agree that the smartest way of eradicating the evil brewing at the crater ridge mines would be to allow a huge volcanic eruption to wipe the whole sorry mess off the face of Kyri. Well, either that or slog their way through hundreds of evil priests and their minions.
Right.
“OK Garrick, could you lead us down to this, whatever, magma chamber?” Trajan asks
“Sure” replies Garrick. “As long as you don’t mind escorting me past hordes of violent orcs and the remaining few that don’t die make it down a sheer shaft into the underdark without incident and are able to traverse the miles of underdark to the magma chamber without going mad, why not?”
Anne-Marie expertly twirls her steel rapier, Tania looks mysterious, Taran winks and Trajan lifts his chin heroically, even though he doesn’t realise he’s doing it.
“Lets get going then!” the Sword Saint says.
Suddenly the self-effacing svirfneblin has all their attention. Rather uncomfortable at seeing all these heavily armed and ichor-splattered big people surrounding him he stammers out his response.
“We live deep underground, we found this huge magma chamber and realised that it was becoming unstable, something was seriously disturbing it. My people have used magics and skill to seal off a side channel which would have caused it to blow up in a matter of weeks. Luckily we think we’ve sealed it properly so it will stay safe for a few years yet”
Taran looks thoughtful. “How easy would it be to ‘un-fix’ it?” he wonders aloud. The others quickly agree that the smartest way of eradicating the evil brewing at the crater ridge mines would be to allow a huge volcanic eruption to wipe the whole sorry mess off the face of Kyri. Well, either that or slog their way through hundreds of evil priests and their minions.
Right.
“OK Garrick, could you lead us down to this, whatever, magma chamber?” Trajan asks
“Sure” replies Garrick. “As long as you don’t mind escorting me past hordes of violent orcs and the remaining few that don’t die make it down a sheer shaft into the underdark without incident and are able to traverse the miles of underdark to the magma chamber without going mad, why not?”
Anne-Marie expertly twirls her steel rapier, Tania looks mysterious, Taran winks and Trajan lifts his chin heroically, even though he doesn’t realise he’s doing it.
“Lets get going then!” the Sword Saint says.
robberbaron
First Post
Shockwave said:Being the total specialist that Tania is she doesn't have access to Conjuration, Enchantment and Abjuration spells. Plus there is that whole dying thing, it's quite a drag really.
So, fireballs and lightning bolts then?
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