Heroes gather from all over the Wold at the Tree of Parting, in readiness for the Final Battle against Marteaus the Usurper
Various... Monday July 22nd, 2002 12:35:12 PM
DM kent Tuesday July 9th, 2002 7:14:51 PM As you each reach the eastern edge of the Emerald Kingdon and face the Badlands, an unbelievable sight is to be seen. There arising out of apparent nothing is the largest tree any of you has ever seen. The trunk appears to be somewhere around fifty feet in diameter and the the tree itself rises several hundred feet into the air and has a spread of over a quarter of a mile. Beneath the tree can be seen an assortment of small buildings, most of which seem to be stables, vehicle storage and warehouses. Other than the size, what make this tree so impressive is that there seem to be many small dwellings along the main branches. all of which are lit in such a way to make the entire tree to have a golden glow. At the point where the main branches leave the trunk there is a large building that appears to have grown right out of the trunk itself. Leading up to this building and to the other main areas of the tree is a spiral staircase that winds around the trunk. There are also several rope ladders and elevators that can be used to gain egress to the Tree. It is to the large central building where most of the traffic seems to be going. The sign above the door simply says Tree of Parting - Inn and Tavern.
Various Monday July 22nd, 2002 12:37:57 PM
Jus (Storm Dragons) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 3:50:33 AM Jus sees the tree as he and his friends, the Storm Dragons, approach. "Now this is more like it," Jus thinks to himself. He pauses in his step, gazing up at the tree. Here he stands, in front of one of the most majestic and significant meeting trees that he's ever seen. And he feels almost no awe, no joy, no excitement. What's wrong with him? His thoughts move onward without consideration, as he continues on his way towards the tree. His momentary concern for his lack of emotion has passed.
Jus winces from a pain in his chest. It's frequency has diminished; the worm must be finishing its job. "Well, friends," Jus says to the other Storms, "we've make it to the end. Shall we?" Jus heads with the others up to the Inn.
Tericus (Storm Dragons) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 7:41:45 AM moving along with Jus, Tericus says "This could be the last tree we ever see. I wish I could feel something, but I dont." then he moves up with his friends
Nonam (Storm Dragons) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 12:23:10 PM Nonam studies the area briefly and gazes up at the sun, "It burns. Let's get inside."
Brahmah (Taur Isles) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 1:14:06 PM Outside the Tree of Parting.....
Brahmah looks at Kenisha, his leader, and his friend.... the husk of a friend at any rate and just stares for a moment.
"We should go in and find out how big this undead army is for sure. I agree!" He moans. "I could use a drink anyway, my mouth is sort of dry."
The massive Husk'oTaur, an alabaster shadow of his former self, walks up to the door and proceeds to open it, one hand on the doorknob, the other on his hilt. "Whenever your ready Kenisha?! I'll go first!" Says the hulking undead minoTaur.
Renik (Windhorn Hamleteers) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 1:28:51 PM Renik Dacour steps into the Inn at the End of the Wold, and looks around. The lithe rogue is dressed all in black, wrapped in a dark cloak, and is wearing dark shades. This, added to the palor of his skin and the lankness of his long brown hair, gives him an altogether unwholesome look.
Under normal circumstances this undead gathering at the end of everything would utterly astound him. But today, no doubt as a result of the death of his body, he merely looks over the assembled heroes with an appraising eye. One or two faces he recognizes from the Red Wyrm Inn, many he does not.
He turns to his companions and says, in a whisper as dry as dust, "Well, it would seem we are not the only ones to answer Valdor's call. Perhaps there is a chance after all."
His lips, tinged with blue, curl up into a smile that looks deeply disturbing on that sunken, inanimate face.
Various Monday July 22nd, 2002 12:40:52 PM
Sly Foxx and Luke(Southern Light) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 1:50:59 PM Outside the Tree of Parting.....
Sly looks at Sir Thomas, his leader, and his friend.... Sly stares for a moment.
"Should we go in and find out how big this undead army is?" I agree!"
Sly and Luke walks up to the door and proceeds to open it, one hand on the doorknob, the other on his hilt. "Shall I go first?"
Ceira Karwyn (Taur Isles) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 2:23:59 PM As the towering liontaur approaches the tree, she unknowingly scratches her chest and seems to be making bad habit out of it. Ceira's calm expression still shows signs of obvious discomfort--not due to physical but rather mental. The memory of prickly legs inching its way down her throat still sends shivers down her spine.
Ceira looks at the plethora of humanoid heroes all venturing towards the massive tree. "Whoa... I didn't expect there to be so many brave warriors willing to partake on what may be our final stand. It's good to know we have an army of our own to stand against the unknown masses that await on the other side."
She double checks her spell component pouches one more time, lets out a breathless sigh, and proceeds to open the door.
Leets (Taur Islands) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 2:27:02 PM An undead centaur dressed with blue clothes and silver chainmail stands near the entrance of the inn. His mane is snow white, and his once white coat is now slightly grey-blue. The whole skin of the centaur looks tight on his skeleton, and the centaur finally appears like beeing very tall (and in fact thin as a corpse). He looks around, quickly glancing at the people around. His eyes are two dull white spheres, and his face looks very sad. He trots to the small groups of Taurs who are there, and whispers coldly:
"There is much people here, mostly humans for what I have seen...Do you know any of them Flat-Top?"
"Kenisha? What shall we do? I can't wait to fight Marteaus' legions!!"
And horrible grimace (theorically a smile) distorts the wrinkled face of the Taur...
Tiree (Floating City) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 2:51:09 PM Tiree looks around at all the people who seem to be coming to battle. She steps aside to wait for what is left of the rest of her family before moving on to the tree.
Joe Hand (Gold Dragons) [by Jerry] Wednesday July 10th, 2002 4:12:21 PM Joe comes back down stairs to the Tavern proper and sits along one side of the huge group of tables that have been pushed together.
He seems not to notice his new undead state and refuses to look in the mirror on the wall opposite of where he sits.
He talks to no one. Instead he pulls out a locket and stares at it--at Claudia.
He whispers to himself.
"One more day."
Kenisha (Taur Islands) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 6:10:59 PM Kenisha's five braided white locks of hair stand out even more against her ashen grey skin. Her skin and fur are tightly drawn against her bones. Her four legs don't look like they should be able to support her equine form, but they somehow manage.
She checks her pouch and pack then makes her way in to Inn. Her eyes are half-lidded, as if she is very bored with the whole affair. "Let's find some place to settle in here." She tells her fellow Chosen in Tauric.
She looks around looking for, but not expecting to find, Taur-like seats.
Various Monday July 22nd, 2002 12:44:15 PM
Flat-top(Taur Ilse) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 6:59:50 PM Flat-top coat is now dirty white and there's only a hint of the once beautiful Black marking was. His skin is drawn and his eyes are no longer ice blue but white. his skin is drawn over his skull and you can see the marks of the pain he went through. "OH! look over there," as Flat top points towards the far wall, " Benches, this will do in a pinch."
Mordrid (Gold Dragons) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 7:01:09 PM Mordrid opens his eyes and gazes upon the ceiling for a long while, feeling as if his arteries are awash with laudenum. "I am numb... I can only imagine at this point the deep and terrible sadness that I should be feeling. Although I search for the receptacle that holds my tears, my manhood, I can not find them. They are no where. This feeling is akin to the phenomenon that occurs after terrible grief has passed, when some horrible sorrow or loss has bullied you, and abandoned you with no more tears, and the body submits to the pain. Leaving only an uncanny nothingness, when the body has snapped, and no longer responds to sorrow; the result of some great emotional fatigue. Like a runner whose legs can take him no further; my heart can run no further," Mordrid softly and horsely speaks these words, as he lies motionless; barely audible sound as from the parched mouth of some marooned hermit on a deserted island, gone weeks without food or water, maddened by the sun.
Mordrid Wednesday July 10th, 2002 7:06:13 PM "The horrible truth."
Ingrge Wednesday July 10th, 2002 9:15:50 PM Knowing he ought to be feeling something as he makes his way toward the only place he ever remembered or called home, Ingrge climbs his way up the stairs not even really noticing the others that make their way upward as well. Ingrge makes his way to the inn, wondering, in a very detached manner, if Folbre, his adopted father, was still here or even alive. Opening the door he steps in and looks around thinks, "My business is pretty good.".
Mordrid Wednesday July 10th, 2002 9:38:11 PM Mordrid arises from his bed, looking down at the reck of body. "Sadly not much has changed." His wit still active, but his diaphragm unwilling to laugh at it. "It seems the humor within my belly no longer wants to cooperate with my mind." Mordrid bends over and begins to dress himself. Grabbing his sun sword, he winces as if expecting some form of retribution, but strangely enough, the sword is still willing. "Thank you my friend, you will be of much assistance in the land of the dead." Mordrid then grabs his bow. He pulls back the string in its familiar fashion, but his fingers fumble. The tightly twined intestine no longer seems a friend. "I have lost something deep within, my bow no longer seems at peace with my hands. I have lost something deer in the passing."
Brahmah (Taur Isle) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 10:25:42 PM Brahmah, once a massive black haired minoTaur, now a withered shell of his former self, is still amazing to look at. Entirely albino in appearance. His horns, now the only thing left black on him, are engraved with pictures and glyphs. Adorning his chest, upon his chain shirt, is the holy symbol of Domi. Upon his 'old' body, there were scars, now they are lost in the tight stretching of his now pallid skin. He glances about with very little in the way of intelligence, however, he is quite muscular... for being dead, the skin tought over the shriveled biceps.
"I've seen Mordrid once Leets, he was leaving the Catacombs. I never met him." Says the husk'oTaur who was formerly Brahmah.
Lian (Emerald Talons) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 10:39:10 PM "So many dead folk here to battle the Unspeakable One, Ingrge. In other accounts, I would be afraid, now, I know not how to feel."
The once elven monk, now a mumbie, attempts to grasp the concept of the number of 'good' undead he is seeing in the area. If he could show expression, he would be in awe. He looks almost brittle, however, in life he might have been rather quick. Thin, pitiful and rather unattractive to look at, Lian Siannodel is (was) a proud member of the Talons, now dying for action.
Mordo (Gold Dragons) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 10:43:11 PM "I go through my exercises out of habit alone. I no longer feel winded, no longer feel the exquisite warmth from muscle, sweat and tears. No longer do I feel oneness of body and spirit. I am a empty shell. I go on for days, nonstop, trying to achieve a most minor sense of exertion, but I feel nothing. It all seems unimportant now.
I groom out of habit as well. Water feels uncomfortable to me. I no longer see my reflection. To dry in the sun is painful. I brush my hair and it falls out in clumps. It all feels like futile acts that now seem meaningless. All I wish now is to fight and honor my memories of a life that I hope was not in vain."
Various Monday July 22nd, 2002 12:48:44 PM
Olana (Emerald Kingdom) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 11:27:36 PM Olana follows Ingrge and Lian up toward the giant Tree. No doubt the others were close behind. It was as she remembered it, and it brings a smile to her face. Had she been alive, she might have clapped her hands for joy, but joy didn't seem to be a viable option anymore. Her elven features seem razor sharp, her blue eyes clouded over. Blonde hair is now completely white and wispy, and her clothes - drab leathers and forest green linen, hang loosely from her form.
She notes how busy it is - other adventurers, undead, every single one of them. Oh how she would have cried... but not now. Instead she attempts to describe the Tree of Parting to the small, hooded creature that clings to her shoulders, and what it means to an elf, or used to mean at least - a home, a haven, a good place.
But then she stops and waits for K'Nara. "Will he be safe here?" she whispers, "or should I stay outside?"
Arien (Windhorn Hamlet) Wednesday July 10th, 2002 11:36:09 PM Free of the pressure of the sun Arien pulls back the hood of his cloak as he enters the inn and stands next to his companion, Renik. He too is garbed in a large, black cloak, one that covers him near entirely. Unlike his friend's cloak though as he moves the light reflects off of silver thread woven through the cloak. Even in undeath Arien retains his grace and seems not to walk but to glide across the floor. A delicate weave of pale blue lines spiders across his face, not unlike the thread in his cloak, where the skin has drawn tight against veins that once carried blood.
Standing beside Renik he murmurs quietly to his friend, "So we are here at last and yet I gather that we are not all here. So we wait and prepare to do battle, and so do the dead stand ready."
Bill Troublefinder (Windhorn Hamlet) d20+18=25 d20+18=25 d20+18=37 Thursday July 11th, 2002 2:29:49 AM Bill follows after Arien, urging his lagging companions to get a move on. But he stops, and for several minutes looks at the immense tree and the community within. As is his habit, he concentrates on this new vista, imprinting as much of it as he is able on his mind. He plans later to record what he now sees. Funny, the anticipatory pleasure he customarily feels as he plans what next to place in his journals does not feel as sharp. There is a sense of mental satisfaction, but it is less visceral. More just a sense of 'ought' than 'want.'
[Autohypnosis 25 to take in his first view of the grand tree, also 25 for details as he approaches more closely. Once inside the Inn and Tavern, he takes in a particular spot in a corner of the tavern, marking it for teleportation - DC check of 37 to memorize.]
He sees Arien and Renik, and comes beside them. For some reason, he does not look particularly undead. His hair appears full and healthy. His cheeks are rosy. Nevertheless, if any take a closer look, his characteristic animation might be noted as missing by the more discerning. The curiosity yet lives behind his eyes, but in a more subdued form. Is that a little bump on the back of his head?
Bill politely nods in greeting to the various people as he recognizes them, awaiting word from Valdor.
Dae'lin (Gold Dragons) Thursday July 11th, 2002 2:52:58 AM Dae'lin subdues his urge to strike out with the power at his disposal, and bearing his staff, steps lightly down the stairs to join the others. His silver eyes reflect back the images of the dead heroes that now gather here. A thought occurs to him as he feels the magic flowing through his undead frame and he nearly whispers it aloud, "I wonder if this is what it feels to be a lich?" Snapping out of it, he joins Mordrid, commenting, "How unfamiliar it all feels."
Milo (Emerald Talons) d20+30=36 d20+35=54 Thursday July 11th, 2002 2:56:38 AM Disembarking from the boat, Milo quickly makes his way up and into the Tree of Parting, noting neither its beauty or grace. As he enters the meeting room, the halfling pulls his cloak tightly about him and slides his way into the shadows where he is most comfortable for the time being. (OOC: Move Silently and Hide at DCs 36 and 54 respectively
Kale(Taur Islands) Thursday July 11th, 2002 5:23:34 AM hiding in his robes, Kale says to his fellow Taurs. "I wonder if we are all here for the same reason. Could there be a spy in our mists?"
Tericus(Storm Dragons) Thursday July 11th, 2002 5:25:06 AM walking over to where the Gold Dragons are gathered, Tericus says "We've met before, but who are all the others? And are there more coming?"
K'Nara (Emerald Talons) Thursday July 11th, 2002 5:40:02 AM Hazel eyes that--for all their lifeless luster--glowed with the deep-seated purpose of trying to save The Wold passively examined Olana's mummified face and then dropped to Gimp before meeting the ranger's gaze once more.
"It seems to me..." K'Nara's voice said in a hollow, methodical measure, "...that Gimp should be safe enough with us wherever we go, especially since it looks like just about everyone else here has undergone the same...transformation that we have..." The undead bladesinger watches as a rather animated halfling (for an undead halfling, that is) looks all around at the Tree and the army gathering within it, adding:
"...even if they don't all look like they've gone through the same exact process we have." K'Nara looked around once more and--after spotting the still-distinct Valdor with the rest of the Gold Dragons--headed over to where he's located.
Shirri the Hooded Thursday July 11th, 2002 5:52:45 AM By whatever Goodness still doth exist, Shirri prays silently, her withered hands pressed together, ...let not the sacrifice of those assembled be in vain. The veiled guru's amethyst eyes fall upon Mordrid's form as the bounty hunter muses about his current appearance, the faded voilet gaze almost blazing for a moment.
For all that her emotions seemed remote, and her mind still recoiled from the necessity of having to undergo this transition, Shirri still doesn't regret her decision to finally have spoken her heart. Should the upcoming battle claim either or both of them, at least Shirri knows that Mordrid finally knows the truth.
Then she spots the resolute approach of what once was a tall human female fighter--one intent upon greeting Valdor from the looks of it.
"Greetings, Valdor!" the wizened woman warrior says directly to the leader of the Gold Dragons. "The Emerald Talons are all here and ready for battle."
Zeoll the Lesser (polar bear form) d20+19=23 Thursday July 11th, 2002 6:48:16 AM Before the great tree, Zeoll stands bemused. His head is crowded to bursting with newness -- new spells, new knowledge, new abilities. Were he still alive, he would be jumping for joy -- and even dead, the pale emotion that fills him is one of thankfulness and wonder.
The liontaur decides to put his new capabilities to work. He casts a spell -- Tongues. He transforms, magically altering into the shape of a polar bear. "There," the polar bear bard says, with no trace of an accent, "And I'm still as pale as a corpse!"
The door to the inn opens and admits a 13-foot tall polar bear! Looking around to defuse any possible fright, the bear states, "HAIL! And well met, oh heroes of the Wold!" It does sound like Zeoll the Lesser, but with the Tongues spell, there is no trace of the usual accent.
Standing for a moment, the bear takes in the morose atmosphere of the place. "This will never do," the bear mutters. "With these dour countenances, this group will never have the will to face down the Dark One, curst be his name!"
Various Monday July 22nd, 2002 12:51:04 PM
Zeoll contd..... The talking bear shuffles to the middle of the room, and if there is not a big enough space, he says, "Excuse me," and moves a few tables.
Standing in the clearing, he looks around and declares, "My friends, old and new, my comrades, my allies against the dark, I see too much sorrow and gloom among you! I want to change that! You may be dead, but in us, hope lives! Rejoice, good people, and be glad! For you have been Chosen (he makes eye contact with the Taurs when he says that) to play a crucial part! You have been Chosen to help save the Wold we love! Your hearts may be still, but be glad in them that you are all here!"
The tall bear, towering even over the minotaurs, then breaks into a strange performance of dance and song. It is not the comic burlesque of other dancing bear acts, but it lifts the spirits of those who are open to it.
First, the bear casts two spells [Spellcraft DC 15 to recognize a Stilled Guidance cantrip and DC 16 to recognize Ventriloquism]. The he lifts his voice in song and his limbs in dance.
Come all, and lift those leaden hands To clap in joy, to reach for friends. For we have come from many lands To meet the needs our Wold demands For all the Wold on us depends!
Be glad for strength and happiness In laughter we will find success!
[Then Bill Troublefinder starts to sing! No wait, his lips aren't moving. Well, okay, maybe they are moving, as they often are, but they're not moving to fit the words of the song.]
Come all, and lift those voices glum To sing in joy, to speak to friends. To beat the Dark One, we have come To sorrow let us not succumb! For laughter bouys and defends!
[The polar bear sings]
Be glad for strength and happiness In laughter we will find success!
[Then Renik "sings"]
Do not be fooled by these cool shades! They hide two laughing eyes, my friends!
[The song hops quickly to K'Nara]
I may be dancing with my blades, But I like song with my crusades! A happy tune never offends.
[The polar bear sings]
Be glad for strength and happiness In laughter we will find success!
The bear ends his song to the sounds of individual people in the audience laughing. Well, they sound like they're laughing, but they're doing it with their mouths closed.
The bear bows deeply, saying, "Thank you! Thanks you!" and a voice calls out from the audience, "Encore! That was marvelous!"
"You are too kind! I just wanted to lift some spirits."
Someone in the audience says softly, "Best darn song I ever heard!"
The polar bear takes a seat on the floor to one side, grinning.
[OOC: that's a Perform check up there -- 23.]
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DM kent Thursday July 11th, 2002 8:04:15 AM As adverturing group after adventuring group makes its way into the inn, people and groups are reunited with old friends and rivals, and noone seems to much care about any of it. The Talns and the Gold Dragons meet up and where it should have been a pleasurable reuniting, it was perfunctory and neutral. All in all there seems to be somewhere around twelve different groups meeting here, probably the largest meeting of Woldian Heroes ever to have taken place, too bad there was no life in the meeting. Looking around members of the several dragon groups other than the Gold Dragons and the Stone(d) Dragons can be seen. Off in one corner is Mohram of the Green Dragons surrounded by many of his group and off to another side are several members of the Red Dragons. There even seems to be a cohort of Taurian heroes in attendance.
As Dusk makes itself known and the sun starts to set, it seems that the influx of people into the in has basically ceased. Most everyone has found a seat at one of the many long tables set up. The serving girls,(12 unbelievably good looking young elf lasses) have managed to get everyone a chair and have now disappeared, obviously uncomfortable being around so many undead.
Several moments later you hear a voice resonating through the room, as you look around you finally spot an old elf, possibly the oldest elf you have ever seen, standing on the bar. He is wearing a simple greygreen robe has thin, long grey hair and is wrinkled from head to toe, but most striking are his pure white, blind eyes.
Heroes of the Wold, Welcome to the Tree of Parting! I am Folbre, your host. In these dark times, it is heartening to find the depth of compassion and courage found in this room tonight. Yes I did say dark times. For we face the possiblw end of the Wold as we know it. Already there are things happening that are unspeakable. Gods have Died, Cities destroyed, the fabric of the Wold itself is coming undone. Evil is running amok and taking control and it seems noone or nothing can stand in its way. The Dark Lord, Marteus, a God? He is the power we face. Dragons have fallen to him, heroes too. Anyone who opposes him is crushed, so why fight at all. Give up now for reason has fled and hope is gone. WRONG I SAY. There is hope. It sits in front of me in this room. YOU the premier adventurers of the Wold are our hope, our only hope. It was said to be impossible for one of mortal to be able to kill a god, but YOU searched and found a way. Is that way going to be easy? No. As you have found out, the way is distasteful, even abhorrent to most of you. The populace that once loved you, now avoids you and is fearful of you. But this was what was needed. And this what what you did. Is it over now? Have you won because you did this thing? I wish it were so but this is only the beginning of a true nightmare. Tomorrow you go to the land of the dead and there you will face an army of, Alemi only knows what, creatures and beasts that Marteus has gathered and created. There will be a battle that many, perhaps none, of you will not return from. And for what? Why do you do this thing that you are attempting? You do it for life and because that was what you were put here to do. You are the true heros of the wold. Tomorrow we go to the Butterfly Meadow where you will witness a miravcle of sorts and then find your way to the land of the undead. From there I know not where you will go, but know that the hopes and dreams of All the Wold's people go with you and hang on your success.
Various Monday July 22nd, 2002 12:55:08 PM
Clangden (Storm Dragons) Thursday July 11th, 2002 9:31:23 AM in the inn, with his new friends, and old alike, Clangden just sits at the table. no emotion emanating from him, no song coming from his lips, nothing. BUT, he stands, slowly, and walks over to one of the waitresses and if like a automaton, he orders a pitcher of ale to be brought to the table where he and his friends are sitting. and to keep the ale flowing for as long as everyone can stand it. then as if thinking, he orders ale for all.
he then goes back to the place where he was sitting before, and sits again, waiting but not sure for what.
when the ale does arrive, he stares at it for a long while, as if contimplating something important. he then slowly yet methodically pours all at the table some ale, including himself, and, if uncommon for anyone who knows him, he Sips his drink.
unconsciously, he keeps a hand near his axe, and from time to time touches it, as if reassuring himself that it is still there.
Flat-top(Taur Island) Thursday July 11th, 2002 9:32:28 AM "Well, it begins." Flat-top then look to Kenisha."I wish I could have one last ale, But I'm afraid that unholy bug tour out my stomach."
Zeoll the Lesser (polar bear form, Tongues, Ventriloquism) Thursday July 11th, 2002 9:43:47 AM Zeoll the polar bear wanders over to Kenisha, Flat-top, and the other Taurs. "Hey you guys," he says with no accent, "It's me, Zeoll the Lesser."
"Oh, we knew it was you," says Leets, or, at least, says a voice that comes from Leets. "Only you would be such a goof at a time like this."
"I don't know why we ever let you join the Chosen," Kenisha "says" -- "Show some respect for the assembled heroes here!"
"I'm sorry," Zeoll the Polar Bear answers, "I was just trying to lift our morale. But I have to tell you, I never played to a house as dead as this one! Boy! What a bunch of stiffs!"
A voice answers from Flat-top. "That's not very funny!"
The polar bear answers, "You know, I don't really feel very funny. In fact, I kind of feel dead inside. I am enjoying myself, but my gladness at these new abilities and powers is nothing compared to the glee I would have expected to feel."
"Is it wrong for a performer to try to lift his own spirits as well as those of his audience?"
The bear sits down.
Leets Thursday July 11th, 2002 9:58:45 AM The undead centaur paladin still glances at the gathered people, wondering who they are but knowing there are heroes among them. Maybe does he even know some names without recognizing the persons...
"Oh Zeoll! Please behave well! It looks like we are the only Taurs around...The reputation of our people is on our shoulders..."
"So now...If we are an army, there has to be a general, isn't it? Who will lead this strange cohort of righteous undeads? Who will lead us to Marteaus, and how?"
Joe Hand [Jerry] Thursday July 11th, 2002 10:54:55 AM Joe comes out of hie reverie for a moment when Folbre speaks and smiles thinly. Then he looks around for Valdor and Mordrid.
He finds them to either side of him.
"Sorry didn't notice ya. One or both of ya should say somethin'."
He smiles at Shirri, wondering what her feelings are for Mordrid now that she's made the transformation.
Then in horror, he checks his own soul to see if his own feelings for Claudia have changed. To his shock they have, but not in any way that matters. His aching heart has been replaced by a muted, but equally strong need, nay obsession to be with her again. His great love has become his great need. Strange but fitting.
He closes the pendant with HER picture in it and focuses on the others there.
He nudges Valdor once more. "Speak."
Olana (Emerald Kingdom) Thursday July 11th, 2002 12:54:54 PM Reassured by K'Nara, Olana enters the tavern with Gimp the Imp. There she tries to find Milo, but can't see him anywhere. She thinks she recognises some - those she has met in the Red Wyrm, mostly, but its hard to tell because everyone looks weird.
So she just takes a seat somewhere and sits the imp on her lap. When he chuckles out loud at the polar bears antics, she is puzzled. Was that funny? Yes, she supposes it must have been and so she attempts a smile.
Her eyes blink placidly as Folbre speaks. Marteaus and his monsters. Mmm... yes that was worrying, but it would be nice to see the Butterfly Meadow again, maybe. Just so long as this little creature was protected.
Tiree True (Floating City) Thursday July 11th, 2002 1:01:26 PM Tiree's black eyes seem sunken into her thin pale face. Those same eyes seem to examine every inch of the Inn and the people in it. She sits quietly, never twitching, while the old elf speaks.
Inside, Tiree knows why everyone is here, but it never shows on the outside. Her eyes are as dull as the black hair on her head, but intelligence is still present in them.
She turns to her family. "Since drinking that potion Helena made, I feel stronger inside. Like I can do things that I couldn't before. I don't like how it feels."
Nick (Gold Dragons) Thursday July 11th, 2002 1:08:54 PM Father Nick steps down into the tavern. So many people, he realises, who have already given up their lives to help with the final battle. It moves him, strengthening his resolve, despite his new physical and mental weaknesses. To him, this new form was like treading through porridge, his thoughts ponderously slow. Now that his hair and skin were white, his plain robes gave him a completely monochromatic appearance.
He sees those he recognises, and nods, but for some reason his normal conversation eludes him.
Various Monday July 22nd, 2002 12:59:21 PM
Valdor Thursday July 11th, 2002 3:25:05 PM Valdor sits quietly, watching all the heroes pour into the Inn, occasionally nodding or waving to the ones he has met that look his way.
He stands to take K'nara's hand and says," Well met, bladesinger. You have grown in stature and ability it appears. I am most impressed with what your group has accomplished. Did you know that your foremer nemesis has joined our side? It is true, even though it would seem impossible. Parnoth is fighting for our side. Odd times call for odd alliances, I suppose. The Usurper had captured him and was making abominations by taking his blood and other parts to create them. It seems he hates Marteaus worse than us, I guess. Anyway, well done. I must address our crowd now, so if you will excuse me, but stay here please."
He slowly climbs up to stand on his table so all can see him. He doesn't speak for a moment, waiting for the noise to abate, but while doing so, he makes eye contact with each individual present. As he meets each one's eyes, they notice something peculiar, although his body has decayed as the rest, his eyes are still a piercing blue.
When it finally calms down, he addresses the crowd," My friends, I feel a great, well, I should feel a great sense of pride at the number of heroes who have answered our call. You and your groups have endured many horrible encounters to reach this point in time. All of us are tired, weary, and worn, but I fear that what has gone before was just a warm up for the final battle. Make no bones about it...er, well, make no mistake about it, the final battle is nigh and we must all find our place in it. As the old elf said, some or all of us could remain in the lands of dead, joining them forever. I hope this is not the case, but we must understand what we face. You are all the best of the best. I am glad to stand beside you in this final conflict. Each being here will play an important role in the coming fight, regardless of your experience, size, knowledge or possessions." He pauses, looking at Leets, and says," I will be your general. I have fought in many battles as have many others. Mordrid and the other Gold Dragons, along with Mohram of the Green Dragons, Gareth and the Storm Dragons, will all be leaders in this battle. If you need help, if you have questions, seek these out. No matter how small an act of courage may seem, it will be the determining element in our fight. We must fight to win. As you know, the Wold crumbles around us and we are it's only hope. But I say, we are it's best hope. We cannot lose when so many would give their bodies and even their souls to save the Wold. So be it. Let's win this and come home. Now, get to know each other and learn what you may of each other, for tomorrow, we fight our greatest battle ever."
He sits down and waits.
Renik Thursday July 11th, 2002 3:34:04 PM A half smile tugs at Renik's mouth as Zeoll sings his song, and at the Liontaur/ Polar bear's antics subsequently. However his bloodless lips turn the what is in truth a manifestation of amusement into a cruel, thin sneer. Catching sight of himself momentarily in a mirror he is slightly shocked at just how unpleasant he looks.
As Valdor speaks Renik places a hand on Bill and Arien's shoulders, and (waiting for their leader to finish) says in his hoarse whisper, "My friends, we face almost certain destruction. And even if by some miracle we do survive, we are irrevocably transformed into abominations. If we triumph I for one will slay myself rather than live on in this foul form. So this may be the last chance I get to thank you for you camaraderie, for the bond of brotherhood I have felt with the Hamleteers, a bond I have not experienced since my father was alive. I thank you my friends. Good luck in the battle to come."
He looks around at the legendary gathering of warriors, mages, heroes of every description. And despite the numbing cold he feels within he feels the stirrings of pride. Pride that when faced with such evil the Wold could call upon such heroes as these to defend her. Pride that he can count himself among them.
He grins at the tableaux before him, taut white skin stretched over bone in a death's head rictus. Carry the day or fail in the attempt, this will be a magnificent battle.
Mordo to Mordrid Thursday July 11th, 2002 4:25:36 PM "Thank you for the Golem Bane, Mordrid. Also, I feel my own abilities are diminished from what they used to be. It will probably be wise to cast "Greater Magic Fang" from the scroll I gave you. It is powerful enough to grant the power I need. Would you cast that scroll before we enter the Lands of the Dead? I have haste potions that I bought for the rest of the gold dragons, but Im unable to swallow. Do you have the same problem?"
(OOC: Since you are only 12th level now, you don't have the high enough levels to give me the +5 to hit bonus to my natural attacks. You needed to be at least 15th level to give me that bonus yourself! The scroll was written at 15th level.)
Kenisha Thursday July 11th, 2002 9:15:03 PM Kenisha rolls her eyes at Zeoll's flat jokes. "We have more important things to do, Zeoll, than make jokes and laugh.
In truth, Kenisha felt more like crying, than laughing. Outwardly, she did neither, but her soul was distantly mourning the unknown fate of her unborn child. She could not feel it, but then she could not feel much of anything. 'All for the best', she thought to herself. 'Better it dies now than in whatever reality Marteaus has made.'
After Valdor's speech, Kenisha rises up; she cpeaks in Common in a voice loud enough to be heard by all assembled.
"I am called Kenisha, Leader of the Chosen of Imod. I am a sorceress and therein lies my strengths and my weaknesses. I am not well suited for hand to hand combat, but I will come in handy as magical support and with distance attacks and spells."
Having spoken, she sits back down.
Valdor Thursday July 11th, 2002 9:41:34 PM Valdor nods to Kenisha and tries to smile, but only gets a semi-grin. "It's going to take some time getting used to my face muscles not even working quite right," he muses.
Brahmah Thursday July 11th, 2002 11:31:53 PM At Kenisha's left flank, is Brahmah, who very much looks like he was made for combat.
"Kenisha is a great leader. But as she said, we ALL have weaknesses, I, for one, will never learn to cast any type of spell! I love to fight!! Yes!" He says it with such passion, you can see it in his eyes.
Lian (The Talons) Thursday July 11th, 2002 11:35:59 PM Standing with Ingrge, Lian is quiet, very quiet. Makes no move. No sound. Nothing.
Milo (Emerald Talons) d20+30=37 Thursday July 11th, 2002 11:39:20 PM Milo listens silently, still standing alone and hidden, then, remembering some lively spark of passion he held when his heart beat, he looks around to see Olana. Quick as a wink, he slips through the crowd of seated heroes to stand behind the elf maiden, and with a reassurring pat on her shoulder, silently lets her know that he has not forgotten what was said in life. (OOC: Move Silently DC 37)
Turin Thursday July 11th, 2002 11:40:23 PM Turin walks in, clearly very uncomfortable in his current state. He looks around, and shudders. Some things are not right.
Various Monday July 22nd, 2002 1:02:05 PM
Dae'lin (Gold Dragons) Thursday July 11th, 2002 11:40:50 PM Dae'lin remains seated amongst his fellow gold dragons, and chooses silence as his weapon of the hour, hoping that in silence he will be able to better hear the words of those wiser than he.
Bertram (sub Jay) (The Talons) Thursday July 11th, 2002 11:49:15 PM The dwarven cleric of the fallen Domi stands with the rest of the Talons. He is solemn, quiet, his dwarven waraxe in hand.
"Lian, in time past, I would have wanted to turn all these undead away, be rid of them. To dust. The soulless beings of evil. Though, the beings, here, now, are full of life and soul. We're all ready to face the Unspeakable One. The Defiler. The Filth!" The dwarven cleric is wrathful.
K'Nara Friday July 12th, 2002 6:38:25 AM K'Nara's mummified body stiffened at Valdor's news: Parnoth...now an ally..???
It just couldn't be!
But...from his speech and manner, K'Nara knew Valdor was speaking true.
"Well...now I know this isn't just a nightmare..." the undead bladesinger muttered, "...because if I'm on the same side as Parnoth--I have died...and gone to hell."
Figment d4+1=4 d4+1=4 Friday July 12th, 2002 6:57:38 AM Figment listens to what is being said and then with a neutral, what do I care shrug, turns back to the other Talons. "I think it would be wise if I cast as many spells on people as I can just before we go to aid in our endeavours. (will cast right before going thru the gate)
Cat's grace - Olanna- +4 to Dexterity/12 hours Stoneskin - Figment & K'nara - 2 hours Bull's strength - Lian +4 to strength/12 hours
Ingrge d4+1=4 d4+1=4 Friday July 12th, 2002 7:02:36 AM When Ingrge hears what Figment is saying he comments as well "I too think it would be wise tp cast as many spells on people just before we go thru the gate.
Cat's grace - Milo +4 to Dexterity/12 hours Stoneskin - Ingrge & Lian - 2 hours Bull's strength - Olanna & Ingrge +4 to strength/12 hours
Various Monday July 22nd, 2002 1:03:17 PM
DM kent Friday July 12th, 2002 7:44:54 AM The night passes in emotionless conversation and the beer and food remain untouched on the tables, as the undead are unable to eat or drink, As day light arrives and the time for moving out eases closer not suprisingly there is no tension from the undead host, as groups make ready, spells are cast, weapon edges are touched up, and extra stuff is left behind. It seems this group is going to take only what is needed on this forray. Finally the force is ready and once again Folbre makes his appearence.
Heroes of the Wold, the time has come for what may be the defining moment in all od Woldian History. Let us all be on our way.
As you move to the door and down the tree you notice that there are thousands of woldian people lining the walk and the branches of the tree. They are all throwing flower petals and cheering you as you make your way to the ground. on the ground agian there are yet more people cheering you and wishing you well. As you look to these people amazingly you see little fear. Mostly you see sadness not borne of fear, but rather sadness coming from compassion. The other two things you see are the pride and confidence these people have in you and the hope in there eys that everything will work out. For you are their heroes and that is what heroes do.
As you make your way up the road to the Butterly Meadow there are people along the route as well all throwing flowers into your path. by late afternoon the small army is there.
If you had feelings you would be awestruck by this meadow beautiful. It is nearly perfect in its pastoral beauty. The meadow is perfectly round in shape and there is a large boulder just to the left of center. The greenness of the grass reminds you of the color of the most billiant emerlds, only stretched out thin and delicate. Everywhere you look there are buterflies flitting everywhere, some lighting on the grass and flowers, Oh the flowers, such bountiful color and shape. Somtimes betwen the flowers and the butterflies it is hard to determine which you are looking at. what you think is a flower from the distance flies off on colorful wings as you approach more closely. Along with the flowers is the sweetest of scents melding together to attack the sences. This in itself would be enough but throughout the meadow you see deer, rabbits, a few fox and squirrels playing in the grasses.
The lazy afternoon passes chasing butterflies, listening to the birds, and watching the deer, rabbits, and squirrels cross through the meadow showing no fear you. Some spend some time soaking up the sun. Others make their final preparations.
As the afternoon passes, Joe moves nearer to the boulder and if the undead could be nervous...
Then evening. At the very moment of sunset, the colors of the sun suddenly divide into the colors of the rainbow, and beams of every imaginable color plus some that you have never seen before hit Butterfly Rock causing a veritable shower of light over the meadow. In response the butterflies dance over, under, and through the sunbeams eventually forming into the shape of a gateway. After a few moments a feminine shape appears in the gateway and steps through. The lady no longer wears her crown, but is still dressed in her wedding dress, a beautiful diamond studded affair with a 25' train. She looks over the assembled group and a sad smile crosses her face. Then all of her attention is on her husband. "Beloved. Come to me!" They embrace and kiss and in that moment, the sunlight is replaced by moonlight gloriously lighting the meadow with a different but softer more romantic light. Together they turn and face the assembled army. "We will celebrate life and the conquering of evil! Ho Alemi! Witness our battle! Come!"
The moment passes and together Claudia and Joe pass through the gate. At that signal the host starts their final journey .
Various Monday July 22nd, 2002 1:07:25 PM
Leets Friday July 12th, 2002 8:39:46 AM The undead centaur paladin stares at the landscape with awe, knowing it may be the thing he will see of the Wold.
"It's a good thing we leave here...Now we'll have no excuse not to know what we are fighting for..."
On every step he makes to the gate, Leets thinks of his family. He wishes his father was there to lead the fighters of the tribe. He wishes his paladin mother was there to give him her so precious advices. He wonders where is his brother, and if he's just still alive. If he comes back, he will search for him... However, he knows that both his father and his mother are looking at him at this precise moment, and that they must be really proud. Whatever will be on the other side, he will fight for their memory and for what they fought.
"Taurs! We have been standing backward for too long! Those people, humans, elves and dwarves, all know the rage of our battles! Now let's show them what Wemics, Minotaurs and Centaurs can do when they are fighting side by side!"
"Marteaus slayed Domi, the Holy Father of the Taur People! We have sweared we would avenge this crime! Now time has come!"
"Domi-in-all-gods! We will honor our word because your blood flows in our veins! Give strength and courage to your children!"
After those words, Leets jumps through the gate.
Valdor Friday July 12th, 2002 9:24:28 AM Walking along, Valdor can only somewhat feel appreciation for them coming. He KNOWS why they are there and knows he should be grateful as he has been through a few processions and he still has his memory. He nods as he goes, not feeling much of anything, but feeling compelled to let those gathered know he is grateful, even if he is not at the moment. He tries to place this in his memory. When he sees Claudia and Joe together again, he actually does 'feel' emotion for just a moment, again memories coming back, but these being incredibly strong. He manages a smile, then enters the gate, following the brave Taur, patting Joe on the shoulder as he goes by.
Olana Friday July 12th, 2002 10:20:01 AM Sensing Milo's hand on her shoulder, Olana reaches back and holds it, drawing from it a muted sense of love, reassurance, and hope. It allows her to remain calm as the clock ticks, and the waiting continues.
On the walk to the meadow, her attention is caught by the petals that are thrown. What a nice place this is, she muses. It causes her to quicken her step slightly. 'Let's get this over with,' came a whisper from inside. The imp moves from one shoulder to the other, accepting the cheers with much laughter and gusto.
At the gate, she reaches for her fellow Talons and hugs them silently - Lian, Milo, Ingrge, Figment, Bertram, and finally K'Nara to whom she whispers - "We must all be aware, that if one of us falls into trouble - the others must protect Gimp, here, until Gargul is ready."
Bowing solumnly to both Figment and Ingrge, she accepts their spells, flexing her ruined form slightly, and giving a breathless sigh.
Clangden Friday July 12th, 2002 11:00:15 AM standing, he orders his shield to protect him. floating, it hovers there as if on strings. checking his armor, to make sure it is firmly secured and grasping his axe in his undead hands, he joins the others and walks through the gate. not knowing what is on the other side, but fully prepared to give his life so that others, especially the children, live on.
without anger or remorse, Clangden says loud enough for all the people in the area to hear:
I FIGHT SO THE CHILDREN WILL LIVE, REMEMBER ME
Flat-top (Taurs Island) Friday July 12th, 2002 12:43:17 PM "Kenisha it's time to go, I'll be beside you until then the gate." Flat-top take his back pack off, And arm's himself with his armor, his shield, his +1 Morning Star and his long sword. "That's all I need to meet this Want-to-Be.
The group all walk together, not looking right and not looking left. "Leets don't look back, no regrets, just the fight ahead." Then a though come in to his head and tells Kenisha "Don't worry I'll see that no harm come to you, even if it means that I never come back."
Then Flat-top walks through the Gate.
Renik Friday July 12th, 2002 1:21:12 PM As Renik makes towards the gate he speaks to those who might be spellcasters around him.
"We go to face the final battle. If any amongst you have the spell Cat's Grace or Stoneskin they might cast upon me, it may aid us a little."
Then he faces front, squares his shoulders, and passes through the gate and on towards his destiny.
Shirri the Hooded d4+1=5 d4+1=3 d4+1=5 d4+1=4 d4+1=5 Friday July 12th, 2002 1:27:46 PM Even though the emotion feels as far away as an echo, Shirri recognizes the stirring of reciprocal love. This is a mission that the heroes assembled must not fail. The veiled guru waits until the appearance of the late King Claudia before picking and choosing those upon whom she would cast Bull's Strength and Cat's Grace.
"Thou wilt have strength as well as grace, K'Nara..." offers Shirri, who then casts Bull's Strength upon the leader of the Emerald Talons, as well as upon Mordrid and Valdor. (OOC: those characters get +5, +3 and +5 to their Strength scores respectively.)
Shirri casts Cat's Grace as well, this time giving Valdor and Mordrid +4 and +5 to their Dexterity scores (respectively.)
(OOC: if any of the Gold Dragons need Stoneskin, too, post please--Shirri's memorized 2 of those.)
Mordo (Gold Dragons) Friday July 12th, 2002 1:43:00 PM Mordo turns to Mordrid, "Ok, it is time you cast that scroll on me." (the "Greater Magic Fang" scroll ,15th caster level)
(Mordo will accept a Stoneskin, if no one else wants it.)
Mordo waits for the spells to be cast upon him and he will step into the portal.
Zeoll the Lesser Friday July 12th, 2002 5:05:28 PM That morning, Zeoll rises in his native wemic form. At the meadow, he feels a stirring of happiness, and he thinks that if both he and the Wold survives, he would like to return here to honor nature as he would like to, if his heart were beating.
Before he passes through the gate, he casts a few spells: Endure Elements (Fire), Endure Elements (Cold), and Mage Armor.
Then he steps through the gate.
Important Question for Jerry: Did the Taurs bring with them the Sacred Living Heart of Domi? I can't imagine we would leave it unprotected at Hearthold Keep with armies and the end of the Wold approaching. If so, who has it? Who knows, it might come in handy!
Various Monday July 22nd, 2002 1:10:47 PM
Kenisha Friday July 12th, 2002 5:13:32 PM While walking to the Meadow, Kenisha tells her fellow Taurs, "We go to the final battle. Of our fates, I know not but this; we will fight with Valor and Courage in the name of our fallen God. If I should fall in battle, it is my will that everything I have go first towards the defeat of Marteaus. Anything left after he is finished for good I give freely to the Chosen and to whom they feel is best suited to use them."
After the gate is opened she pulls out some scrolls. "I have 1 extra scroll of Cat's Grace, 1 extra of Shield, 3 extra of Mage Armor and 3 extra of Magic Weapon. Whose who needs them, let me know before you step through. My own spells I must reserve to the fall of Marteaus if at all possible."
After casting any of the scrolls needed by her fellows, Kenisha casts on herself from scrolls; Cat's Grace, Shield, Mage Armor and Magic Weapon (on her masterworked sling).
Before stepping through the gate, she shouts, "To Battle! For Tomi! For the Wold! For the Future!"
Mordrid (Gold Dragons - General) Friday July 12th, 2002 5:43:38 PM Mordrid to Mordo, "Consider it done, as soon as we enter the Meadow, I will cast the scroll on thee."
Tiree True (Floating City) Friday July 12th, 2002 5:46:21 PM Tiree looks around for other members of her family from the Floating City before moving through the gate.
Ceira Karwyn Friday July 12th, 2002 6:00:03 PM The female wemic has little to offer in terms of protection or ability enhancing spells so she continues to walk quietly. Just before Ceira reaches the gate, she pulls out an eyelash encased in a bit of gum arabic. Soon, she recites the arcane words of Invisibility, invokes the somantic symbols and vanishes.
(OOC: She walks though the gate and will always keep to the right side in an attempt to flank whatever's on the other side.)
Mordrid (Gold Dragons - General) Friday July 12th, 2002 6:01:54 PM Mordrid casts the scroll on Mordo. Mordrid turns to face Shirri. He unstraps a horn that hangs from his side. "If I do not return, and you do, remember me. Blow this horn if you ever find yourself in danger once more. I will aid you from the other side. The Gods have been known to make special favors for those that have walked in the style of Valdor." With that said, Mordrid places the horn in her hand. He turns and faces the gate. With a 'shhhhwingggg' he pulls forth his Sun Sword and walks through the gate. "Fight like you are dead." SIGNING OFF...
Turin Friday July 12th, 2002 8:58:32 PM Turin just moves on, barely interacting.
Brahmah Friday July 12th, 2002 11:12:03 PM The undead minoTaur is struck with a sense of fulfillment by just reaching the gate, then at Kenisha's and Leets' words, the mighty minoTaur roars in delight realizing the time has come. He will get his chance for revenge!
"The the Wold! For Domi! And the rest!"
Silently he thanks the Gold Dragons leader, Valdor, for this opportunity to make a difference. Internally, he is not afraid of what may happen to him, he's more afraid of what may happen to his friends. Brahmah is not entirely without fear though. He fears that he may in fact see Raakis and Ludlow again, two of the most treacherous Woldians he has ever known, and killed.
Rushing through the gate, the massive form draws both his Falchions, throws his head back and growls, passing into the unknown. "Grrraaaaahhhhhlllllll!"
Various Monday July 22nd, 2002 1:13:28 PM
Valdor Friday July 12th, 2002 11:44:05 PM As everyone comes through the gate, Valdor begins immediately and unintentionally giving instructions. He spreads everyone out with Mordrid's help, in groups of four set about 20 feet apart. He places a leader in charge of each four heroes, using K'nara, Gareth, Mordo, Shirri, Kenisha, and each of the others he knows as having the most experience in a big fight. To each group and its leader, he says," Remember, as Mordrid said, we're already dead. All those people count on us to win. Our only goal here is to defeat Marteaus, not to sit around fighting his armies. The goal is simple: Take out the Usurper, and we have won. Protect each other as they are your own blood, because today, they are! If another group is sorely beset, help them. The goal is to keep from having too many in an area for spells and to spread out his army as well. Someone may break through and get to him while he's fighting Alemi and Gargul. Fight well!" As soon as he gets to all the groups, he goes to stand in the middle and waits the coming battle with a calm he's never felt before, as if this is where he's trained all of his life to be.
(Jerry, hope this doesn't cause any problems, figured we'd have a few minutes to organize on the other side of the gate and felt it was necessary)
Arien Friday July 12th, 2002 11:53:46 PM Just before going through the gate Arien stops and casts Mage Armor on himself. That done he steps through the gate, ready for anything.
Nick - Gold Dragons Saturday July 13th, 2002 1:01:20 AM Nick stands quietly by the gate, whispering a prayer to Alemi with as much conviction and emotion he can muster in his current state.
(Casting PRAYER on those gathered, before stepping through into the fray.)
Jus (STR+4; Stoneskin; +2 GWM bow&arrows; Keen Edge arrows) d4+1=4 Saturday July 13th, 2002 4:48:31 AM Jus finishes casting his prepatory spells as he approaches the gate. He awaits the others in his party, nodding to Valdor and the other Gold Dragons as they pass.
"To Victory," Jus tells the heroes... his friends.
Like some of the others, he briefly ponders his family. Jus has never known his parents, but he can picture his neice's perfectly. Although no worry of their fate stirs his soul, their images steel his determination to destroy Marteaus.
Looking for the Storms, Jus heads through the Gate.
Kenisha d4+1=5 Saturday July 13th, 2002 6:47:09 AM OOC: forgot to roll how well the Cat's Grace added to her Dex. Temporary Dex 15+5=20
Mordo (Greater Magic Fang +5, Ioun stone: 4th lvl spells, SR 22) Saturday July 13th, 2002 11:24:03 AM Mordo draws his Great Holy Defender Dagger. (He transfers the weapons attack bonus to his AC. Fighting defensively. Total AC 51)
His eyes appear feral and glassy from the ranger's spell. They reflect the slightest amount of light like an animals. His body radiates a pale green glow.
Mordo listens to Valdor and with a nod, he accepts his charge.
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