The Sceptre of Kings-A Heroic Dwarven Quest
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Thels
First Post
OOC: Gah! Switched 2 names. I have no idea anymore who is doing what now. Anyhow, I'm staying put near the west door.
Alembregh looks back at Mohgrym: "Yeah, don't want to leave that unexplored. But you better not go off alone, no idea what's around there." Looking around, Alembregh tries to find someone with nothing on his hands, asking him/her to accompany Mohgrym.
Alembregh looks back at Mohgrym: "Yeah, don't want to leave that unexplored. But you better not go off alone, no idea what's around there." Looking around, Alembregh tries to find someone with nothing on his hands, asking him/her to accompany Mohgrym.
Jarval
Explorer
Storí happily take the orc's magical items, placing them carefully in his backpack. This done, he asks the orc to follow him, and makes his way over to the Prince.
"Your Highness, what would you have me do?" He asks Alembregh. "This one is under my command for the next fortnight, so he may yet be a mine of information for our quest. I have divested him of any items of magical potency, and we may yet utilise any spells he can cast."
"What magics can you perform?" He says, turning back to the orc. "I would know a full list of every invocation, along with any other powers at your disposal."
"Your Highness, what would you have me do?" He asks Alembregh. "This one is under my command for the next fortnight, so he may yet be a mine of information for our quest. I have divested him of any items of magical potency, and we may yet utilise any spells he can cast."
"What magics can you perform?" He says, turning back to the orc. "I would know a full list of every invocation, along with any other powers at your disposal."
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Uriel
Living EN World Judge
OoC: Hehehe, with the confusion of who is where, I picture the Keystone Cops from the old Charlie Chaplin movies, running pell-mell everywhere.Fear not a quick fix is coming right now...
IC:
The Chamber to the North
Mohgrym ,Duranom and Elspeth venture back to the North Chamber (beyond the Trap-laden Hallway), moving past the old door with the rusted padlock.
Beyond is a small chamber that looks to have never been found out by the Orcs, perhaps it has lain here undisturbed since the time of the Wyrm's coming.
Inside the Chamber are three things of note;
a plain hilted short sword in a dark grey scabbard (it's belt-ring hanging from a hook set on the wall).
a Dwarven Waraxe of incredibly beauteous make lies against one wall, it's spine (the space between the 2 blades) decorated with emeralds and opals, though it's blades look razor sharp.
a massive Bastard Sword lying on a low stone table, it's scabbard nearby (this set with pale tourmalines). When the Companions enter, the bastard sword's blade flares briefly, small violet sparks alighting across it's face.
As you move to get a closer look at these wonderous Weapons, a whispy figure coalesces in front of you, between you and them.
The pale semi-transluscent form of a dwarf, looking aged, though still with arms like unto the limbs of an oka stands before you. In a voice part gasp and part subsonic moan, he says 'Long years have I waited here, killed by the Dread of the Wyrm, so Great was his Power that he didst slay me where I stood ere I could raise a hand aganst him. I am Revlogrim, Smith and Weaponsmaster, though long past did I hold those titles. After I died did my Essence come here, refusing the Halls of Father Moradin for I knew that some day someone wouldst come and avenge me and all of Cuhvagn. Take these, weapons from mine own hand and use them against those who despoil this good City, for they have not yet been whetted upon the blood of the Enemies, and they hunger for it. Now, I go to the arms of the All-Father, at peace at last...'
The figure fades from view, leaving you standing once again in a chamber containing the three weapons and nothing more.
The Main Forge Chamber
The Orc stares uncomprehendingly at first, then translates that it knows the following magics
Detect Magic,Prestidigitation,Open/Close,Acid Splash,Mage Hand,Resistance,Ghost Sound,Daze.
Magic Missile,Shield,Burning Hands,Cause Fear,Ray of Enfeeblement.
Melf's Acid Arrow,Mirror Image,Darkness.
Fireball,Dispel Magic,
Bestow Curse
IC:
The Chamber to the North
Mohgrym ,Duranom and Elspeth venture back to the North Chamber (beyond the Trap-laden Hallway), moving past the old door with the rusted padlock.
Beyond is a small chamber that looks to have never been found out by the Orcs, perhaps it has lain here undisturbed since the time of the Wyrm's coming.
Inside the Chamber are three things of note;
a plain hilted short sword in a dark grey scabbard (it's belt-ring hanging from a hook set on the wall).
a Dwarven Waraxe of incredibly beauteous make lies against one wall, it's spine (the space between the 2 blades) decorated with emeralds and opals, though it's blades look razor sharp.
a massive Bastard Sword lying on a low stone table, it's scabbard nearby (this set with pale tourmalines). When the Companions enter, the bastard sword's blade flares briefly, small violet sparks alighting across it's face.
As you move to get a closer look at these wonderous Weapons, a whispy figure coalesces in front of you, between you and them.
The pale semi-transluscent form of a dwarf, looking aged, though still with arms like unto the limbs of an oka stands before you. In a voice part gasp and part subsonic moan, he says 'Long years have I waited here, killed by the Dread of the Wyrm, so Great was his Power that he didst slay me where I stood ere I could raise a hand aganst him. I am Revlogrim, Smith and Weaponsmaster, though long past did I hold those titles. After I died did my Essence come here, refusing the Halls of Father Moradin for I knew that some day someone wouldst come and avenge me and all of Cuhvagn. Take these, weapons from mine own hand and use them against those who despoil this good City, for they have not yet been whetted upon the blood of the Enemies, and they hunger for it. Now, I go to the arms of the All-Father, at peace at last...'
The figure fades from view, leaving you standing once again in a chamber containing the three weapons and nothing more.
The Main Forge Chamber
The Orc stares uncomprehendingly at first, then translates that it knows the following magics
Detect Magic,Prestidigitation,Open/Close,Acid Splash,Mage Hand,Resistance,Ghost Sound,Daze.
Magic Missile,Shield,Burning Hands,Cause Fear,Ray of Enfeeblement.
Melf's Acid Arrow,Mirror Image,Darkness.
Fireball,Dispel Magic,
Bestow Curse
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Erekose13
Explorer
Mohgrym Xothaerin, Shield Dwarf Psion
"Wow what a find eh Elspeth? My guess is that Revlogrim would want out liege to have a look at these. Duranom can you give me a hand carrying these out to Alembregh?" Mohgrym says as he hovers over to the shortsword and removes it from the wall. "I wonder if we should check for secret panels in here too. There might be more dwarven treasures locked up in here"
"Wow what a find eh Elspeth? My guess is that Revlogrim would want out liege to have a look at these. Duranom can you give me a hand carrying these out to Alembregh?" Mohgrym says as he hovers over to the shortsword and removes it from the wall. "I wonder if we should check for secret panels in here too. There might be more dwarven treasures locked up in here"
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Duranom lifts the Waraxe, spinning it in his massive hands, feeling the heft of the thing.'What a Treasure. What's this, a word, tis the Blade's Name I think...Nurvrogn. 'Heart-Fire'. A fine Axe indeed. I think that we may want to return to Prince Alembregh, good Mohgrym. If'n that Ghost wanted us to have more, he'd've told us. besides, we can come back once we have vanquished these foul Orcs.'
Erekose13
Explorer
Mohgrym Xothaerin, Shield Dwarf Psion
"Right you are Duranom. Alright lets get these back and report." Mohgrym says as he picks up the Bastard sword off the ground a little unsure how he would ever wield something so large. "Is there anything else that you wanted to check on Elspeth before we headed back?"
"Right you are Duranom. Alright lets get these back and report." Mohgrym says as he picks up the Bastard sword off the ground a little unsure how he would ever wield something so large. "Is there anything else that you wanted to check on Elspeth before we headed back?"
Wilphe
Adventurer
Elspeth addresses the ghost "We serve Prince Alembregh of Temperlain, go now to the halls of the All-father knowing that we shall avenge you and your kin," kneels and speaks to the weapons tenderly" Fear not, children of Revlogrim, we shall not leave here until you have a chance to drink deeply."
To the others:, "Come, let us report back."
OOC:
Bardic knowledge check on Revlogrim and his works.
To the others:, "Come, let us report back."
OOC:
Bardic knowledge check on Revlogrim and his works.
Jarval
Explorer
"Thank you lad." Storí pats the orc on the shoulder in a friendly gesture.
"So, a useful assortment of magics there, your Highness. A few have been spent... which reminds me..." He turns again to the orc.
"How do you cast your spells lad? Do you need to prepare 'em each day, or is it a bit more spontaneous than that?"
"So, a useful assortment of magics there, your Highness. A few have been spent... which reminds me..." He turns again to the orc.
"How do you cast your spells lad? Do you need to prepare 'em each day, or is it a bit more spontaneous than that?"
