[UaVS] The Silver Door IC
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Rage flares briefly inside Wesellu before he quickly damps it down. One doesn't live long in Drow society when one allows their emotions to control them ...
Jumping as the troll begins to speak, Wesellu's eyes begin to rapidly dart about.
The incantations of a protective magic leap forward in his brain as he quickly glances about.
"T-the ... watcher ... is in here?"
Wesellu nearly pales at the though ... at least as much as a Drow can.
Jumping as the troll begins to speak, Wesellu's eyes begin to rapidly dart about.
The incantations of a protective magic leap forward in his brain as he quickly glances about.
"T-the ... watcher ... is in here?"
Wesellu nearly pales at the though ... at least as much as a Drow can.
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Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Nurthrak's voice booms across the open space of the Chamber, echoing like the sound of an Earthquake.
Nothing comes forth to challenge him, nothing at all...
Moving quickly to one side, Arngen heads for the Western Door to check for traps.
Enreala moves into the room, fury upon her face, ready to spit the command for Jikull and Brogark to kill the Troll. 'What is your purpose, Beast!?! DO you wish to jeopardize our Mission, here at the zenith of it's course? cease your bellowing. I had thought you better than that which spawned you, Troll, see now that I was mistaken.'
The Half-Ogre and Hobgoblin wait for any sign that the Troll intends mischief, Jikull's eyes keen with hope that Nurthrak will indeed try to attack Enraela. Brogark equally ready, though not with the desire to kill the troll, merely the desire to do his duty to House as Enraela sees fit.
Nothing comes forth to challenge him, nothing at all...
Moving quickly to one side, Arngen heads for the Western Door to check for traps.
Enreala moves into the room, fury upon her face, ready to spit the command for Jikull and Brogark to kill the Troll. 'What is your purpose, Beast!?! DO you wish to jeopardize our Mission, here at the zenith of it's course? cease your bellowing. I had thought you better than that which spawned you, Troll, see now that I was mistaken.'
The Half-Ogre and Hobgoblin wait for any sign that the Troll intends mischief, Jikull's eyes keen with hope that Nurthrak will indeed try to attack Enraela. Brogark equally ready, though not with the desire to kill the troll, merely the desire to do his duty to House as Enraela sees fit.
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Serpenteye
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Nurthrak's demeanor changes instantly. A cold, calculating smile appears on his lips, but his eyes still hold an unsettling intensity. He walks slowly over towards Enraela, pitches his voice for her ears alone and speaks in a vaguely emotionless whisper.
"Mistress, you fail to see my true purpose. Surely our enemy already knows that we are here. Twize have we been ambushed by his forces, three times have we triggered his traps. Anyone capable of making himself the master of such a place as this would surely be wise enough to set alarms to alert him when his guardians are disturbed. Logic dictates that he knows where we are, and is perhaps even following our progress by magical means. Add to that the most perceptive warnings of your dear cousin... Trust me, my actions have caused us no harm."
"The Cessulli are inconsequential in this context, they are not a threat at this time, but perhaps them being aware of our precense could benefit us. The cirqumstances could force an alliance with them. Survival might supercede all other concerns... We shall see."
"No, my true reasons behind my actions was to attract our enemys attention to myself, thereby pulling his attention away from you, mistress. By giving our enemy a personal dislike for me I am hoping to make myself the first target of his attacks. Since it is unlikely our enemy could do me any permanent harm, whereas you by contrast are most vulnerable, my actions were intended to protect the group as a whole. Besides, your life is valued far above mine in most circles... I was also hoping that my taunts would draw him here in anger, abandoning his powerful defences and fighting us at our terms. That seems to have failed, for now."
"Surely you realise, mistress, that asking for your approval in advance would look most suspicious in the eyes of our enemy. Almost as suspicios as this."
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ooc: Ok, so the logic is a bit shaky, but his intelligence is only 14, and he really wants to kill something right about now
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(Diplomacy: +15)
"Mistress, you fail to see my true purpose. Surely our enemy already knows that we are here. Twize have we been ambushed by his forces, three times have we triggered his traps. Anyone capable of making himself the master of such a place as this would surely be wise enough to set alarms to alert him when his guardians are disturbed. Logic dictates that he knows where we are, and is perhaps even following our progress by magical means. Add to that the most perceptive warnings of your dear cousin... Trust me, my actions have caused us no harm."
"The Cessulli are inconsequential in this context, they are not a threat at this time, but perhaps them being aware of our precense could benefit us. The cirqumstances could force an alliance with them. Survival might supercede all other concerns... We shall see."
"No, my true reasons behind my actions was to attract our enemys attention to myself, thereby pulling his attention away from you, mistress. By giving our enemy a personal dislike for me I am hoping to make myself the first target of his attacks. Since it is unlikely our enemy could do me any permanent harm, whereas you by contrast are most vulnerable, my actions were intended to protect the group as a whole. Besides, your life is valued far above mine in most circles... I was also hoping that my taunts would draw him here in anger, abandoning his powerful defences and fighting us at our terms. That seems to have failed, for now."
"Surely you realise, mistress, that asking for your approval in advance would look most suspicious in the eyes of our enemy. Almost as suspicios as this."
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ooc: Ok, so the logic is a bit shaky, but his intelligence is only 14, and he really wants to kill something right about now
.(Diplomacy: +15)
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Uriel
Living EN World Judge
OoC:Hehehe, sorry serpenteye, I rolled a '1' for your Diplomacy...
Nice RPing and speech, however.
IC: Enraela's ire at the stinking Troll beng so close is evident in her sneer and in the rashness of her next action. With a backhand, the Drow Priestess smacks Nurthruk across his face <2HP subdual woohoo!>, drawing a small trickle of blood...hers (cut upon the snaggle-toothed maw of the troll).
Seething, she says 'I see how one of such intellect would think that a good plan, Troll, but might I remind you that we are at War with the Cessulli. As well, whatever lairs here and guards this 'Door' may not be the Lord of this place, but some Imprisoned Guardian instead, in which case you have just alerted it to our presence, if indeed it is near. I do understand your desire to confront this Thing, Nurthrak, so please Lead on, should you deign to pick a door to go through...'
Rubbing her hand and muttering to herself about male idiocy, Enraela Ferach nearly screams at Arngen Have you got that Door squared away yet!?!'
Arngen and Grolvus have determined that there are no Glyphs upon the door that they stand before, and that it seems jammed shut by a shifting in the structure of the place, most likely from an Earthquake.
Nice RPing and speech, however.
IC: Enraela's ire at the stinking Troll beng so close is evident in her sneer and in the rashness of her next action. With a backhand, the Drow Priestess smacks Nurthruk across his face <2HP subdual woohoo!>, drawing a small trickle of blood...hers (cut upon the snaggle-toothed maw of the troll).
Seething, she says 'I see how one of such intellect would think that a good plan, Troll, but might I remind you that we are at War with the Cessulli. As well, whatever lairs here and guards this 'Door' may not be the Lord of this place, but some Imprisoned Guardian instead, in which case you have just alerted it to our presence, if indeed it is near. I do understand your desire to confront this Thing, Nurthrak, so please Lead on, should you deign to pick a door to go through...'
Rubbing her hand and muttering to herself about male idiocy, Enraela Ferach nearly screams at Arngen Have you got that Door squared away yet!?!'
Arngen and Grolvus have determined that there are no Glyphs upon the door that they stand before, and that it seems jammed shut by a shifting in the structure of the place, most likely from an Earthquake.
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Serpenteye
First Post
OoC: 
Thanks, same to you. I didn't really expect Enny react otherwise.
Nurthrak steps back, reflexively raising his claws to strike the priestess down, his eyes ablaze with fury. Then, he reconsiders. Not now, not yet. Instead he raises a claw to his face and, feeling the warm wetness there looks up at his blood-stained fingers. Smiling with fiendish delight he presses the fingers to his lips to kiss the blood away. She is a blind fool, but one day she will see... one day I will show her.
Turning his back, he walks away towards Grolvus and Arngren. Seeing that the door is jammed he will attempt to pull/push it open. If it doesn't open he will unleash his pent-up fury on the obstacle, trying to break it.
Thanks, same to you. I didn't really expect Enny react otherwise.Nurthrak steps back, reflexively raising his claws to strike the priestess down, his eyes ablaze with fury. Then, he reconsiders. Not now, not yet. Instead he raises a claw to his face and, feeling the warm wetness there looks up at his blood-stained fingers. Smiling with fiendish delight he presses the fingers to his lips to kiss the blood away. She is a blind fool, but one day she will see... one day I will show her.
Turning his back, he walks away towards Grolvus and Arngren. Seeing that the door is jammed he will attempt to pull/push it open. If it doesn't open he will unleash his pent-up fury on the obstacle, trying to break it.
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Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Arngen and Grolvus move to the other door, checking it as well.
Arngen in convinced that it is safe and is about to try the lock when Grolvus stays his hand, pointing out a discolored stone on one wall. As well as this seeming out of place, it looks (once Arngen has a better look) as if someone else had found this anamoly and had taken pains to cover it up again...
<A Disarm is a DC 25 on this Door-Trap, you boys let me know if you want to try it. As you know, you can't 'take 20' on things that have possible dangerous consequences PH pg 65. Let me know if you wish to risk it.>
Nurthrak moves to the Western Door, thinking to open it. Putting his prodigeous muscles to work, he heaves and pushes with all of his might, but the door just won't budge more than an inch or so. Taking a moment to examine the slightly ajar opening, the troll sees that beyond is a massive cave-in, sealing this portal.
Arngen in convinced that it is safe and is about to try the lock when Grolvus stays his hand, pointing out a discolored stone on one wall. As well as this seeming out of place, it looks (once Arngen has a better look) as if someone else had found this anamoly and had taken pains to cover it up again...
<A Disarm is a DC 25 on this Door-Trap, you boys let me know if you want to try it. As you know, you can't 'take 20' on things that have possible dangerous consequences PH pg 65. Let me know if you wish to risk it.>
Nurthrak moves to the Western Door, thinking to open it. Putting his prodigeous muscles to work, he heaves and pushes with all of his might, but the door just won't budge more than an inch or so. Taking a moment to examine the slightly ajar opening, the troll sees that beyond is a massive cave-in, sealing this portal.
