Neco d20+1=15 d20+8=25 d20+8=21 d20+7=10 Friday October 28th, 2005 7:43:38 PM Fun!! What does he mean by fun! The small rogue is rather confused as to whether this odd looking dwarf is good or bad. Trying to guess what the strange man's intentions are (Sense motive 15), Neco moves to a position in the grove behind him (Move silently 25 Hide 21).
"OK Bohdi, I'll stay put." The young human responds to the gnome. "I will also keep an eye out for that big wild cat monster for you." (Search 10)
Parlay Friday October 28th, 2005 9:42:41 PM
The cat is lost to sight as it apparently leaves the area. Looking towards Bohdi, a smile still upon his face, the strange little man idly tosses the snowball up and down. "I am Kjoukallur Frest. and as far as what you seek, well my good little gnome I am that as well. I would say you know just as much about me as I of you. Maab showed you the dream, treacherous little imp that she is and then set her hounds to hunt." He starts idly pacing about and then turns, "She's jealous you know, they all are, For we were the Wold, we were everything, but unfortunately we were also blind and were then tricked to slumber. Imagine my delight when the elf song poured forth to us, imagine our horror at what has been wrought upon our beloved children, but now I think they are doing much better."
As he moves he does not seem to be aware of Neco moving to his flank. "Maab was suppose to come herself, but the little witch sent others, lackeys, like those of the plains." With a chuckle that sounds a bit sadistic he pauses. "imagine there surprise upon returning home eh? So here we are, here I am and here you are. But entirely not what I expected. You seem bright, much brighter than I thought. I knew you were coming you see, because you have my ring. So what do you propose to do?"
He plops to the ground and places the flower in his teeth and admires his snowball and then almost as an afterthought he speaks "This place young gnome? This is the place of what could be. And this," the snow ball settles in his hand. "This is what is. So again I say shall it be fisticuffs young ones or fun? For to use the acorns I must submit."
Bohdi Nackle d20=7 Sunday October 30th, 2005 12:03:35 AM
Bohdi frowned and considered the strange ur-dwarf. "Nothing rash," Bohdi whispered to Garrett and Neco. "Let's keep everyone under control here. Neco, stay where you are."
Bohdi cocked his head and studied their interlocutor. After a moment, the gnome shrugged, crossed his legs, and sat, bidding the others to do so as well.
"Kjoukallur Frest, it would indeed appear that you are the one whom we seek. And you are right, too, that we received a vision, apparently from Maab. By the presence of this impossibly situated grove, and the creature we encountered that seems at your beck and call, it is clear to me, at least, that we are no match for the power you possess. If you must 'submit' to us, as you say, then it will be a submission of your choosing, not ours."
"So, tell us. How do we proceed? Much blood has been shed, and many lives lost, over this struggle." AND WHAT IN BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO TO THE BLOODPACK, YOU STINKING SOD? Bohdi wanted to scream. But he didn't.
"We are isolated here, and yet, even through our dreams and what little we have seen with our own eyes, we have witnessed aught of the devastation and destruction that the Wold has suffered in this ... awakening."
"Maab has given us each three lots to cast: to sleep, to live, to die. Tell us--how would you have us choose? What guidance would you offer?"
Dregar Sunday October 30th, 2005 2:21:01 PM
Dregar looks a little confused at the talking going back and forth between the dwarf/gnome and Bhodi. When it appears that there is no chance for a fight Dregar's face scrunches up. He turns and kicks a rock a few feet away and then plops down on the ground. His axe across his lap.
Neco d20+8=23 Sunday October 30th, 2005 5:09:52 PM
Neco stays rooted to her spot in the trees (Hide 23), behind 'Kjoukallur Frest'. Neco relaxes in the warmth of the grove, removes her hood and pushes her bangs out of her eyes.
(OOC DM should I keep rolling for hide?)
DM You only need to re roll the HIde if you move more feet than you have ranks in Hide
Aiden d20=11 d20=12 d20=16 Sunday October 30th, 2005 9:03:03 PM
Aiden kept quiet, maintaining a weary (and wary) eye upon the 'dwarf' (and the area behind the creatures).
(If possible, he will stand by the 'diplomat' as a form of body guard, including wearing the typical big/dumb bodyguard-thug facial look)
It seemed rather, ironic, that both sides sought to use the young men and women of the village to upset the balance of Maab and Frest. It was almost always occurring within nature, the battle between the male and female over some tasks or responsibilities.
What were Maab and Frest bickering over? And how would the ice ants, and other humans, survive over the choice(s) that the young group will make.
~...sleep...die...and live. Are these lots to determine our future or Frest and Maab's? Or are we to be like these two beings, and choose at random? It seems almost...unnatural...for us to be involved in this.~ And then with a touch of resignation, ~this is our role and we must do this wisely...for much is at stake...~
listen: 11 + 4 = 15 Spot: 12 + 4 = 16
Garrett Monday October 31st, 2005 8:36:23 AM
Garrett thinks to Bohdi. "Easy Wunjo, you are doing well. You should continue the talking, and remember the dream. The last thing we were told was that we must defeat the avatar, and then we may choose his fate with the acorns. The ring points directly at him."
"You must outsmart him, or trick him somehow. I don't know how else we would defeat him with the power he likely has. Remember who and what he is. He is a part of Eberyon. And everything we've learned about Eberyon says that he is Chaos itself. As untamed as nature and just wild. A gentle snowflake one minute, and the mother of all blizzards the next. He should be prone to whimsy, doing things at the spur of the moment. That is all I can think of to help you. Perhaps ask him what he means by fun, or even ask him to surrender to us."
"He also said that to use the acorns, he must submit. Perhaps they have some power over him."
EdglerVess Monday October 31st, 2005 9:59:23 AM
Edgler moves off to the creature's flank, not knowing what to expect. The dwarf stands there with no weapon in his hand, but the tension is evident in his face. He absentmindedly strokes his red beard as he watches this encounter play out.
Proceeding as Requested d20+8=15 d20+10=14 Monday October 31st, 2005 4:53:33 PM
A glint seems to catch his eye, "Proceed you ask? Hmm let me think." The strange little man stands back up and likewise does any in the party who were seated. He still seems unaware of Neco, but does give a sideling glance to Edgler as he cocks his head to one side as if thinking.
"well if you say too much blood has been spilled then I think we should avoid further wanton destruction. So why not then just cast your vote in favor of life. That would be my remaining awoken here in Wold. The land will benefit, your lives made easier and I will do you a favor. Perhaps you have heard of the fabled catacombs. I can breach the barrier and create a pernament portal within your village."
He pauses a moment or two, "Or..." the words hang in the air and the temperature starts to fall and so to does some snow. With another quick smile his hand cocks and the snowball launches at Bohdi. The small ball of packed snow whizzes just past the gnome and impacts with a POP! against a tree behind him.
Flinging his hands up he gets a rather disgusted look on his face "Ahhh! I can't believe I missed you." Soon a big smile leaps to his mouth, the prverbial cat and the canary grin and he quickly stoops gathering more snow.
Bohdi Nackle (AC 15, HP 20/20) and Squork (AC 16, HP 10/10) d20+5=23 d20+5=24 d20=7 Monday October 31st, 2005 7:47:45 PM
"What the bloody--" Bohdi began as the white, frozen ball skimmed past his ear. Then, nodding in slow realization, a grin spreading across his face, the gnome scooped snow and formed a ball of his own.
"All right, then," the gnome chuckled, cocking and readying his aim. "No magic, then, Kjoukallur Frest--not that our magic could measure up to yours. But this is the Vein, remember--no child grows up here without knowing how to do this!"
With the final exclamation, Bohdi let his own snowball fly back at the avatar, sending the frozen missile toward its target (Attack--ranged touch, I presume?--23).
Squork cawed and flapped up into the air. Snowball fights were not the raven's idea of fun. Still, he tried what he could to help defend Bohdi from retaliation (Aid Another, if applicable, 24 = success).
The gnome laughed as he ducked, bobbed, and weaved to avoid being struck back. "So this is what we get if we choose life, eh? And what about sleep, eh? What then?"
Diplomacy/Gather Information, untrained: 7
DM sanity point: Bohdi's AC is 15 for touch attacks as well as regular attacks. If Squork's Aid applies, that raises to AC 17. Squork's own touch AC is 12.
Neco Monday October 31st, 2005 10:09:52 PM
The human feels the cold returning to the tips of her ears and with a quiet sigh she dons her fur lined hood once more.
Neco is rather confused as to what is transpiring between Bohdi and the Elf/Dwarf. Eberyon, The Elf Song and the Catacombs are all foreign thoughts to her. What are they she ponders, and more importantly what do they have to do with me? Neco's curiosity is further provoked when the Gnome and the Avatar commence throwing snow at each other.
The human grasps a handful of the soft white powder and begins to mold it into a fine glistening orb. Using the heat of her breath she melts the surface of her ball and than lets it cool to form a hard icy shell.
Dregar Monday October 31st, 2005 11:10:57 PM
Dregar looks on with a bit of shock at what could only be described as a snowball fight. He rolls to his side and gets up, picking his axe up as he does. He moves to a tree to give himself some cover, and watches the snowball fight.
" Blitherin' idiots" he whispers to himself. " We should just be wiping that gnomes face in the snow, not playin' his games." he continues, low enough only for him to hear.
Garrett Tuesday November 1st, 2005 8:26:50 AM
Garrett was doing fine until the snowball fight began, but obviously became irritated quite quick.
Garrett steps forward with his shield up to prevent being cocked by a stray snowball.
"Hold" Garrett yells. He then turns his attention to Kjoukallur Frest. "You wish us to cast a vote for life? Since your arrival in the Wold, there has been little but death and destruction. Mountains exploding, our village in ruins, and things that should not happen, happening. You seem to be the harbinger of chaos and destruction. Why should I cast a vote for life? Why should we?"
EdglerVess Tuesday November 1st, 2005 5:17:50 PM
"And so the fate of the Wold is being decided by a snowball fight," Edgler mumbles in disgust. He stands like a statue, unmoving, just watching the 'battle' from the flank.
Aiden Tuesday November 1st, 2005 6:31:55 PM
Aiden absolutely had no clue what was going on. Why was this snow packed and thrown? Was there a weapon hidden inside? (OOC: figure snowball fights are not exactly an occurrence in Twin Tusks)
"What the ?!?" as he took a step back, and readied his axe. He looked absolutely confused.
(OOC: remember, in the village of Ice Peaks, he also was fairly secluded with his master until recently...)
Ho Ha Ha Dogde Parry Spin Thrust d20+10=13 d20+10=27 Tuesday November 1st, 2005 11:30:17 PM
Bohdi's snowball streaks across and catches the little man square in the face. he spins upon impact and falls over, but is quickly up and still with a grin. "Ho ho little gnome I shall get you for that fine throw." Another streaks towards Bohdi, but again the throw is quite errant. Neco stoops quietly and begins work upon a masterpiece of spherical snow. the dwarves find nothing amusing about what transpires before them and Aiden is simply confused. His boyhood provided on such experiences.
Garret calls for a halt to the sillyness and wants Frest to answer why life, given the destruction his or rather Ebyron's waking has already wrought upon the Wold.
Keeping an eye on the accurate armed gnome the little man answers. "Oh those things were hardly the grim cast of what you think. Death? Destruction? Look around you, open your eyes and heart. The Wold rejoices. you say a mountain exploded, the very earth merely cried out in joy at our return." he stops now and stands with arms raised towards the sky.
"Do not the villagers pour from thier huts and make to the skies a cacophony upon the successful return of the hunters? Do the wolves now cry out in joy upon the return of the males? Since our arrival the veil has been lifted, the fog abated by the everlasting sun and life hs returned. Would you crush that life cleric, put it in a box, keep it locked away? Of course not! Domi would never advocate such things. Death, Life, Destruction, Change. All of these take courage to accept and face. But really what all of you need save possibly him," and a pointing finger indicates Bohdi, "is to live. you are young, even by your own views of life. Much too young to be so dour."
With that the air seems to condesn into his hand and a snowball forms and launches itself at Garret. In less time it takes to blink the cold wet creation explodes across his forehead. Eliciting a great smile and laugh from Fest. "HA!" then a mock serious expression comes to his face, " you should really duck when anything flies at your nose good sir cleric."
Anyone with Spellcraft DC 12 Highlight to display spoiler: {A conjurational spell very similar to acid splash but obviously non lethal in nature}
Dregar Tuesday November 1st, 2005 11:49:28 PM
" Hummph" the dwarf groans as he listens to the gnome creature. He takes his axe and slams it into the icy ground, making it catch hold. He reachs behind him and pulls out a flask of water kept under his cloak to stay liquidy.
" They want to throw snow." he says as he takes a swig. " We venture across a snow for a couple days, smash a wolves skull in, come across giants, and they want to play like some bleddin' kids."
He wipes the excess water away from his beard before it freezes and places the canteen under the cloak. He reaches down and pulls the axe out of the ground, awaiting for the right time to act. Thoughts of splitting this gnome creature in two.
Bohdi Nackle (AC 15, HP 20/20) and Squork (AC 16, HP 10/10) d20+12=22 d20+5=9 d20+5=25 Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 12:59:06 PM
(Spellcraft check, 12 total ranks, 22.) Bohdi recognized the avatar's spell, but did not mention it.
"Garrett, help me control the others," Bohdi whispered to his companion through their arcane connection. "Keeping the avatar occupied this way may prevent bloodshed. There's no reason to risk our lives if he will submit without fighting."
Addressing his snowball adversary, Bohdi then said, "Kjoukallur Frest, my friends may be having a hard time sharing in your joy of life at the moment, because they have seen so much of death. It is hard, when you have been hurt by the telling, to appreciate the humor in the jest."
"But I think I understand what you mean. Death, and destruction, are as much a part of Nature as life. These things we witnessed were just natural parts of the Wold's reaction to your return. And so, should we choose 'live,' we might expect to see more of the same--the natural way of things having dominion over the Wold. And, of course, if we choose life you also promise us a boon. Our Sargrass friends have told me about this shop you mentioned, the Catacombs. I admit, it would greatly assist me in my magical development to be able to purchase spells right in our own village, without any further travel or preparation."
"But still, you have said nothing of the other choices. What if we choose 'sleep,' or 'die'? What then?"
Bohdi punctuated his question with another frozen sphere, which arced across the clearing but fell well short (ranged touch attack 9, miss unless the avatar has a DEX penalty). Squork continued to try to protect the gnome (Aid Another nat 20!, net 25, success).
DM sanity point: Bohdi's AC is 15 for touch attacks as well as regular attacks. If Squork's Aid applies, that raises to AC 17. Squork's own touch AC is 12.
Aiden Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 8:43:24 PM
Aiden started to step away from all of this. Warriors who were clueless often died in battle. Right now, he didn't know what was going on, and considering how 'cold' things have been, the idea of throwing snow seemed, well, wierd.
If he could, Aiden would move to stand by the dwarf who appeared to be of the same mind, at least from his facial expressions.
Garrett Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 9:08:26 PM
Garrett turns to the rest of the group. "Hold Wunjo's. Let Bohdi finish what he has begun. there is wisdom in his actions, give things a chance to develop. We are together in what we have gone through, let him continue."
Garrett looks from edgler to Aiden to Dregar "Have faith my friends. hold your positions, and your tempers, and have faith."
Garrett thinks back to Bohdi using the spell."I am no longer sure that we need him to submit. I get the feeling that we already control his fate just by using the acorns to decide. But eitehr way, keep him talking. the more we learn, the more it may help us.
And for some reason, I think he may be partially right. My intent was to crush the life from him at first chance, but what he says makes some sense. Why should we believe one divine being over another? how should we choose? The Fey king is as much a part of the Wold as any other creature. Does he mean death or harm to us or any others...I don't know. Keep him talking...I need to hear more and think more."
EdglerVess Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 9:25:57 PM
The dwarven priest of Gargul nods at Aiden as the big man walked over. "Aiden..." Edgler paused and looked like he had something to say, but he just paused once again. Finally he puts something coherent together, "I wish I had something wise and philosophical to say which would give us some enlightenment in this situation...but I can't think of a single thing except... this is ridiculous..."
Neco Wednesday November 2nd, 2005 10:08:07 PM
Neco sits quietly in hiding. The rogue finds no trouble in doing so, especially with Bhodi and Garrett distracting the strange man with questions and flying snow.
The white ball of snow in her hands quickly takes shape. Her heating and cooling of the snow starts to give it a hard icy composition.
Bohdi vs the Avatar d20+10=30 d20+10=12 Thursday November 3rd, 2005 7:21:28 AM
Bohdi shot falls short this time and Frest gives a triumphant "Ha!" The small man has another snow ball in no time and this one streaks towards Edgler. The ball of ice and snow impacts directly between the Gargul clerics eyes. "Such a solenm little man. What has the dwarven race forgot how to have fun? Are you now too consumed with hatred and blood lust?"
Bohdi asks of the other choices, but Frest pointedly ignores them. While he seems pretty happy to sling snow balls with the gnome it is also apparent he has no intentions of letting the others just sit around.
Bohdi Nackle (AC 15, HP 20/20) and Squork (AC 16, HP 10/10) d20+5=18 d20+5=13 Thursday November 3rd, 2005 9:26:21 AM
Bohdi gasped as the avatar's snowball unerringly found its mark with the stoic dwarven priest of Gargul, then he laughed. "Come on, Edgler! He can't keep this up if we all get him at once! Aiden, Garrett, Dregar, Nauth--you too! Everyone fan out and let's pelt this bugger!"
Bohdi formed another snowball and delayed his shot to time it with the others. When he did aim and fire, his shot was fairly straight and true (ranged touch attack 18). In the meantime, Bohdi silently commanded his Unseen Servant. The magical force began gathering snow behind a tree off to one side, preparing to hoist a massive snowball into the boughs and limbs above the avatar's head.
Again Squork tried to defend his master. (Aid Another 13, success).
DM sanity point: Bohdi's AC is 15 for touch attacks as well as regular attacks. If Squork's Aid applies, that raises to AC 17. Squork's own touch AC is 12.
Dregar d20=18 Thursday November 3rd, 2005 12:32:15 PM
Dregar's eyes narrowed and his hands whitend on his axe when he saw Edgler get hit. It didn't bother him when Bhodi got hit because he was having fun with this. But Edgler was staying out of it.
" Lets pelt this bugger" Bhodi said, and a though of his aze pelting the avatar in the face made him chuckle a bit.
" Fine, if you want to play now, I'll play" and with that Dregar dropped to the ground and started scooping up some snow into a round ball. He pulled his arm back and through with his might. ( 18+3=21)
Garrett d20+4=18 Thursday November 3rd, 2005 3:19:24 PM
Garrett thinks to Bohdi "I hope you know what you are doing Wunjo. But I'll play the game."
Garrett picks up a snowball and guns it at the avatar.
Hit Ac: 18
"Right back at you nature boy" Garrett says as he sees the snowball strike true.
Edgler Vess Thursday November 3rd, 2005 7:19:15 PM
Despite the snowball's impact, the priest remains unfazed. He doesn't even move, he just lets the snow melt off his face. He doesn't seem angry, nor does he acknowledge Bohdi's request, he just stares intently at the avatar. The only thing that might give away his emotions is the fact that the snow seems to be melting a little faster than normal....
Neco d20+8=27 d20+8=18 Thursday November 3rd, 2005 10:36:13 PM
Neco looks at the merry game taking place and by no means wishes to miss out on the fun. "Bohdi it's no fun hiding when there is no reason to, I'm coming to help."She communicates to the gnome in whisper (Message). The human rogue stealthily approaches the avatar (Move silently 27 Hide 18) from behind with her solid ball of ice clutched in one hand.
Neco pulls a sneak attack on the Elf-Dwarf. Pulling on the neck of Frest's garments she slides the ice down his tunic. "Long and cold" the human says, quite sure that what she had done will impede the Avatar's snow throwing for some time.
Aiden Friday November 4th, 2005 12:21:01 AM
Approaching Edgler, "Nothing to say..." in response to the priest's words. Even when Garrett approached, Aiden nodded in recognition of Garrett's advice. He hadn't planned to intercede.
But he also realized that priest's should have some level of reverence. One thought came to mind, and that was to load all three acorns into one snowball and throw it at the fey king and let chance figure out the results.
Not the wisest of choices....
And then Aiden took a moment to look at the Fey king's positioning....
(OOC: is he in a clearing, or under a tree...if so, is the tree covered with snow? I do have a plan, but I'm trying to see what it is like around him (Frest) before finishing Aiden's actions.)
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Justin Webber (DM) Avatar Meeting d20+10=30 Saturday November 5th, 2005 5:46:07 PM
(OOC:Well everyone I'm back to DM for awhile and so everyone please bare with me. sorry for the lack of posting yesterday and please consider this as a Friday post. Aiden, it's my understanding that the avatar is under the tree or really close to it either way.)
Frest takes the pelting of the snowballs thrown at him and Neco even is able to sneakup on Frest and slip snow down his tunic. All of this, including the snow down the tunic seems to effect Frest little as he is having way to much fun and quickly turns after the snow is put down his shirt and does a quick thrust of a snowball at Neco's face, not hard enough to hurt or anything, purely out of fun. (touch attack:30)
After the snowball he just thrust at Neco he speaks up, "Come on now. You all can do better then that can't you?"
It's clear that Frest is wasting time mainly till the choice of each person is made.
(OOC:Just curious, did DanielK post Frest's little deal on your voting?)
Neco d20+4=19 Saturday November 5th, 2005 8:05:48 PM
Neco stumbles blindly backwards with her hands over her face (5 feet). The rogue shakes the snow from her face and hair. "Perhaps this is not as fun as I had thought," the human mutters. She quickly fills her hand with snow and begins to pelt Frest with the cold white stuff (Ranged touch attack 19).
Dregar d20=4 Sunday November 6th, 2005 12:12:21 AM
Dregar watches as the snow pelts the avatar. He reaches down and scoops some more up, takes aim, and heaves. ( 4+3=7) And watches it sail out of the way.
" Bah, throwin' snow isn't for the dwarves." he bellows.
Bohdi Nackle (AC 15, HP 20/20) and Squork (AC 16, HP 10/10) d20=6 d20=14 d20+5=11 d20+5=23 Sunday November 6th, 2005 8:45:58 PM
Bohdi pouted momentarily. "This is no fun, Frest. We've played your game, you know that we have a choice to make, but you have told us only about one choice! Is it because you think that by offering us the Catacombs, life is the only choice that we would make? Or, are you afraid of what the other choices--sleep, or die--might mean?"
"Is that it? Are you--afraid?" He punctuated his question with yet another snowball. (Ranged touch attack, 11; Gather Information, untrained, 14.) And he directed his Unseen Servant to dump its 20-pound load of snow on Frest's head.
Uncharacteristically, Squork addressed the avatar as well. "Aye," the corvid cawed. "You are afraid of us, aren't you!" (Aid Another on Gather Information, 6, fails.) The bird's words didn't seem to do much good. (Aid Another, AC +2, 23, success) But at least the bird continued to try to aid Bohdi's snowball defense.
To his companions Neco and Garrett, with whom he still shared a magical Message link, Bohdi whispered, "I'm not sure that this fellow has any more to offer us. Help me, if you can; if he won't tell us more about the other two choices, then we'll just have to make our choices ourselves and be done with."
DM sanity point: Bohdi's AC is 15 for touch attacks as well as regular attacks. If Squork's Aid applies, that raises to AC 17. Squork's own touch AC is 12.
Aiden Monday November 7th, 2005 9:02:50 AM
Aiden looked at the dwarves, and then eyed the positioning of the tree (which most likely had quite a bit of snow on the branches). Muttering towards the others, "throwing snow seems ...different...Are we trying to cover or encase him?"
Hopefully, their gazes will also catch the tree and whatever powdery remnants are on the branches (which a powerful strike may be able to shake downwards onto Frest).
Garrett Monday November 7th, 2005 11:27:59 AM
Thinking to Bohdi. "I have had enough of this. I am ready to choose."
Garrett briefly thinks that he really doesn't know enough about this being to determine whether he should live or die. But terrible things have happened since his arrival, and more may yet. There is only one choice left to make.
Garrett fishes in his pocket for the acorns and pulls them out. He makes sure he selects the right one and then puts the other two back in his pocket.
"I choose sleep" Garrett says to himself as he lets the acorn denoting sleep fall to the ground.
Garrett turns to the others in the group not connected by Bohdi's spell. "I have chosen. I think it is time we all made our choice."
Neco Monday November 7th, 2005 8:59:52 PM
Neco tilts her head to one side and the remnants of Frest's face-wash slide off leaving her cheeks bright red. Holding the acorn incribed with the rune for LIVE in her hand, she enquires, "what is this place called the Catacombs, anyway?"
Justin Webber (DM) Frest's choice Monday November 7th, 2005 10:41:37 PM
Frest sighs as he sees his game coming to a end, maybe it's because he doesn't get a chance to play very often. A curious grin comes over his face for a brief moment as the unseen servant shoves the snow over him.
For many moments you hear gasping and acking before a call, "OHHH NO!!!! I'M MELTING...I'M MELTING." The snow covering Frest slowly melts and vanishes, but when it's gone there is no Frest.
Appearing on a limb in the tree he chuckles and slaps a knee though, "Fooled ya." Frest sighs and stretches, "Well since you just need answers here we go. First, the Catacombs is a magical place where you can buy, trade and sell items. Anything you would ever dream of can be found there. Something none of you have ever seen before and will be awaiting sometime if you decide sleep or die."
Frest begins juggling snowballs and looks to everyone, "Pick sleep and no Catacombs for one and also nature and cities and such will prosper slowly, some magic will decline, areas of the wild will also see some decline. Pick die and cities will prosper and grow at terrible rates. Wild places will begin to die and fade. You'll see forests decline, winters may become even harsher or maybe decline completely. To put it in simple terms for all of you, this land here could become so frozen that life becomes almost impossible or it could become a raging inferno of a desert. A climate shift that you would not expect. If neither happens the cities will grow more rapid, this land could become a paved civilatation from corner to corner, no wilds for hunting, food and water at shortage since as more people come the less natural foods and waters will be found. However your choice."
Bohdi Nackle Tuesday November 8th, 2005 8:46:09 AM
"Hmph!" Bohdi snorted. He said nothing more to Frest, but the hands planted on his hips and his pursed lips spoke volumes of what he thought of Frest's speech. He signaled the others to gather together. To those who did, he whispered his thoughts.
"He's lying," the gnome told his friends in a low voice. "Either that, or his understanding of the truth is hopelessly distorted. Either way, we can't trust what he says. How could some choices present only positives, while others have only negatives? If that were true, why would Maab have left the choice to us mortals? And if it were so easy to decide, then why would Frest try to bribe us by offering us access the Catacombs? Why is that reward only offered for one choice--why would our own self-interest dictate a choice so important to everyone in the Wold?"
Bohdi scowled with disgust. "Typically, some greater power in the Wold has contacted us by vision and sent us on a bloody mission, but given us bugger all precious little information on how to accomplish it. I think we each just have to choose as our conscience would dictate, but I'll be buggered if I know how to make the choice."
Clearing his throat, the gnome stepped away from the huddle of friends and addressed the avatar once more. "Frest, I don't know you. Now, I know what you'll say--you're the embodiment of Nature, the personification of the Natural Wold around us. We should know you as well as we know the land beneath our feet, or the trees that sway above our heads. And that may be true."
"But I don't know those things. I'm an arcanist. My world is in libraries of lore and alchemy labs. All my life, I've done everything I could to shut out the natural Wold. And why not? I mean, look around--it's not like Nature is a very pretty picture in this part of the Wold. So I have no special love for Nature. I cast spells every day to keep Nature away from me, I hide from anything natural because, to a near certainty, it's almost always going to try to kill me. I like to keep Nature at a distance."
"You say that if we choose 'live,' we get access to the Catacombs. Fair enough. But at what price? That Nature is allowed to run wild? That what we've seen these past few weeks--mountains exploding, villages destroyed, the Wold in upheaval--that continues unabated, or even escalates? How is that a rational choice? When the Wold comes crashing down, where will hide--in the Catacombs' bleedin' waiting area?"
"You tell us that if we choose 'die,' this area around us will no longer be as it is. Is that so bad? It's a blasted wilderness. Nothing but snow and ice for miles. Oh, yes, I forgot--and packs of deadly wolves, and bloody iss wurms, and snow giants. Really, quite the vacation spot. Where I'm from in Zarnan City, we turned our backs on all of that ages ago, and built ice walls to keep it all out, and you know what? We haven't bloody well missed it since. Your death may benefit this part of the Wold, Frest, and no mistake--and it may be no more than what you deserve for all of the death and destruction that you've caused."
"And then there's 'sleep.' Which is what, exactly? Go back to the way things were? Isn't that where we started in the first place--with you asleep, and waiting to spring out, pun intended, upon the Wold? That might well settle things for us for a time, but what of future generations? Will they have to go through the same upheaval, the same death and destruction, that you caused this time around? Choosing 'sleep' seems little better than sweeping the problem back under the rug. How is that fair to those generations to come?"
Bohdi shook his head and stroked his goatee. He snapped his fingers and, in a moment, an invisible force whisked his three acorns out of his belt pouch and held them in mid-air in front of him. He gazed at the three engraved oak seeds.
"Bloody well awful to sit in judgment of another being. We didn't ask for this. It hardly seems fair to anyone, including you, Frest. But we've been given this responsibility, and I mean to follow through and be done with it."
"Frest, I've considered what you have to say and what I know of your doings. You are mischevious, destructive, wanton, and amoral. That may be the way of Nature, but that is not the way that sentient beings should be permitted to behave, and I see nothing in your character or your allocution that gives me reason to believe that you would change. Nor have you expressed any remorse for what has happened as a result of your awakening, or any desire, intention, or willingness to make amends for the harm that you have caused."
"You may not intend to harm the Wold, in the same way that a virus does not intend to kill its host. But that does not entitle the virus to live, nor does it entitle you to live, either. I will not permit you, through my actions, to threaten harm to this or any future generation."
"I'm sorry, Frest. I choose 'die.'"
The acorn whisked forward as the other two descended to the ground.
Garrett Tuesday November 8th, 2005 9:18:58 AM
Garrett ponders the wisdom of his decision, but still believes he made the right choice.
"We must all choose my friends. All the Wold will have to abide by our decision, and the decisions of the other groups finding the other Avatars. I have already made my choice, and pray that it was the right choice for both the vein and the Wold."
Aiden Tuesday November 8th, 2005 10:46:37 AM
A small smirk appeared on Aiden's face as he was tempted to throw all three at the chaotic creature.
Inside, he understood that the balance needed to be kept. He loved the wilderness, but also recognized that towns and cities also had their place.
Listening to Bohdi's response, Aiden then spoke. "The Ice and wolves have their own beauty Bodhi. As you have found distaste with the wyld, I may find with these cities."
"You speak in riddles Frest, with sleep you say that nature will grow but wild will shrink? How can this occur?"
Dregar Tuesday November 8th, 2005 11:31:09 AM
Dregar sits back and watches in amazement at what is going on. He didn't understand most of it.
Did everyone have to choose he thougth to himself.
Was he supposed to choose.
It just didn't make sense to him, so he dropped his hand to his axe, incase Frest did not like what was picked by the group.
Justin Webber (DM) More info Tuesday November 8th, 2005 6:47:27 PM
EdglerVess: sorry for not repling to your sense motive before. Your sense motive would show the Frest is deffinetly trying to persuade the group to choose live but he isn't really lieing on some things either.
(OOC:Please do not consider this a post, just a help for things I realized I missed. I have personally decided to allow players to change their votes just once if you so decide but we'll see from here.)
Neco Tuesday November 8th, 2005 9:52:04 PM
Neco looks at the three acorns resting in her open hand Live, Sleep, Die. The young human looks at the rest of the party and contemplates her choices.
I am not one to want to make enemies of what could be new friends, she thinks to herself. I am however an opportunist and I for one feel that this vote offers an opportunity that can not be taken without due consideration therefore I will vote in favour of Life.
EdglerVess Tuesday November 8th, 2005 10:31:37 PM
With water still dripping from his braided red beard, Edgler joins the huddle and listens intently to everyone's input. "None of us," the dwarf begins, "are wise enough to involve ourselves with the dealings of gods. It is not possible that we, as mere mortals can decide the fate of a god. If we are to make judgement on this being in front of us, then, he is no god. "However, whatever power this creature has, he is responsible for the destruction of many lives. Therefore, if I must stand in judgement of this creature then I choose Death."
Justin Webber (DM) Frest and choices Wednesday November 9th, 2005 8:54:34 PM
Frest looks to the group as he hears some of the votes being cast and slowly sighs, "Maybe I should explain better. Sleep means that each will expand slowly but the cities will expand better and slightly faster then the forests and such which means that later food and such will become harder to find and such. death means the destruction of the forests and the wilds. Cities will prosper much faster then the forests and the forests will be harder pressed to fight back, to regrow and such."
(OOC:Sorry for the lack of post yesterday everyone.)
Aiden Thursday November 10th, 2005 7:58:08 AM
Aiden didn't trust Frest.
But the balance should be kept, and if nothing else, perhaps this 'sleep' acorn could deny Frest entry until those stronger and wiser than he could address it.
"Sleep..." he said firmly. "The balance of man and wyld must be kept...." as he threw the acorn.
Garrett Thursday November 10th, 2005 8:54:21 AM
Garrett continues to listen to Frest, Trying to decide once again if what he had already chosen was the best choice.
"Let me ask you bluntly Frest, for I am a straightforward type of guy. You have much power at your disposal. What will you do should we choose live? What events or happenings would decrease the growth of the cities? Would you start wiping them out and all the people living in them? by what means will the cities shrink and nature flourish? I have no love of the stories of great cities with people packed everywhere with no room to move or breathe or think. I need to know more. Why would this area become even worse should we choose die? How would our lives be easier should we choose live? There are many questions that need to be answered. Will forests spring up throughout the vein should you live offering protection and shelter?"
"You say that the Wold rejoiced at Eberyons awakening, and maybe it did, for I have no knowledge of the affairs of gods and their power within the wold. But I do know that you have offered no display of concern or sadness at the deaths of many people throughout the Wold. If you living will expand nature, I have no problem with that. But you say you living will also decrease the cities. It would therefore stand to reason that you are opposed to these cities.....and all the people in them. I wonder Frest, do you see people as a plague, advancing across the wold and destroying everything in their paths to create more cities. Or do you see them as part of nature, as much a part as a tree or the wolf, or a raindrop falling from the sky?
Garrett started rambling at the end, as thoughts flooded his mind.
Garrett picks up the acorn that he dropped, no longer sure that the choice he made was the choice he wanted, but the choice that was safest. Was he deciding for the wold, or deciding for himself? What would Domi think? Sleep was not a choice of courage, but a choice of safety, a choice to return to the status quo. He thinks to himself "If I can, I no longer choose sleep. I am unsure"
Bohdi Nackle Thursday November 10th, 2005 10:15:27 AM
Bohdi watched his friends struggling with their choices and--for a moment--the gnome's characteristically cynical exterior softened.
"Our uncertainty is part of our mortality," he said quietly. "But it is also our nobility, the thing that makes us creatures of free will. I think that perhaps Maab gave us this decision to make precisely because we have these uncertainties--that is what makes our conscience so valuable."
Bohdi gently laid a gloved hand on Garrett's arm. "Never mind what others have chosen. This choice is your own. Trust in your conscience, Garrett, and your choice will be the right one."
Then, just as quickly as his moment of compassion had appeared, Bohdi's expression twisted back into one of typical exasperation. His hand brushed away from Garrett's arm and waved in the air. "And let's be bloody well quick about it! The sooner that we decide the fate of the Wold ... the sooner we can leave."
Dregar Thursday November 10th, 2005 10:20:59 AM
" I know not if you want my choice, but I shall still give it. I choose sleep. There is no way I could sit back and watch the forests destroyed, while the cities grow." Dregar said as he pulls the axe up off the ground. In his mind he still wouldn't mind slicing the annoying creature in two.
Neco Thursday November 10th, 2005 5:27:33 PM
Having made her decision, Neco removes her worn brown pack. She sits in the snow beside it and gives it a quick poke. The bag reacts with a series of bulging motions.
Weezel, Neco's fury white weasel companion steps gingerly from the warmth of the backpack to the snow. The wintry mammal stiffly arches its back and gives a dry yawn baring all of its minute sharp teeth.
Putting her hand into the bag Neco retrieves a wrapped bundle and opens it. The young woman gives the contents a sniff before proceeding to eat it. The occasional chunk is held out to Weezel who gladly gobbles it up.
Trail rations consumed 1/7
EdglerVess Thursday November 10th, 2005 9:37:00 PM
His decision made, the priest nods at each of the others then goes back to where he was originally standing. He pulls his masterwork dwarven waraxe off his back and stands ready for a confrontation.
Justin Webber (DM) Frest Friday November 11th, 2005 1:36:22 AM
Frest shakes his head, "Hmm, more questions. The fey king does not hate the cities or the people here. He has been sleeping for many many years before being suddenly wokeup. The things that has happened are from the sudden releasing of his powers. Powers that is put to sleep again could be released one day again to cause farther harm. The forests will grow and nature will stay, it will fight back when the people try advancing their cities but less then it has in the past. when you expnd, animals and even nature itself tries to slow or stop you. Either way I have made the offer and it was and is up to you to decide. I however will not fight any of you as this is your decision and your decisions even if killed will be my fate. You all throughout the whole Wold are charged with my fate. It is not just you who choose."
Garrett Friday November 11th, 2005 3:33:48 PM
Garrett ponders his decision for a few more moments. Realizing that Frest is right, there are many more people out there who will be deciding his fate. Garrett thinks to himself "I for one will not choose death for this being, knowing as little as I do about him and what is going on. Sleep only sets things in motion for this to happen again in the future. Therefore, I choose life. If he truly is going to visit destruction upon the Wold, then there are others who will probably know of it first hand. But since I will not choose death, nor leave this to future people to deal with, I choose life."
Garrett quietly takes the life acorn from his pocket and tosses it in the direction of Frest. "Don't make me regret my choice Frest."
Garrett then looks around at his companions to gauge their reactions. He has a good idea that Bohdi will not be happy with the choice of life, as the city is where he was from. But Garrett feels strongly that he made the only decision he could with what he knows at this time.
Bohdi Nackle Friday November 11th, 2005 3:38:58 PM
"And have we all made our choices now, hmmmm? Maybe we -- can -- leave -- now?"
The gnome beat his sides with his arms. If the others didn't already know that he was magically protected from the cold, they might think that he was miserable.
EdglerVess Friday November 11th, 2005 9:08:29 PM
Edgler stands like a statue awaiting the final consensus. His face betrays no emotion concerning his comrades various votes. He knows each choice is unique and correct for that person.
Aiden Sunday November 13th, 2005 11:12:27 AM
Aiden nodded, and began to make his way back to the trail that he had created for the others. It was clear that the choices had been made, each being giving what they thought was correct. It was now to the fates, or gods...either of which seemed quite fickle at the moment.
Dregar Sunday November 13th, 2005 5:09:32 PM
Dregar stood, with his hand gripped tightly on the axe. His knuckles were a shade of white from how tight he was holding it. IT seemed everyone made their choices, but the coutcome still was undecided. He could only hope they would fight, so he could cut the avatar in half.
Justin Webber (DM) Question Sunday November 13th, 2005 6:20:12 PM
OOC:This isn't a DM post but would like to ask each person a small favor. Would each of you be willing to send me a email telling me your character's decision so I can tally and decide what to do from here for sure. Also might have to consult with DanielK if i can reach him. Thanks.
Dregar Monday November 14th, 2005 12:55:34 PM
OOC: I am sorry, but I don't think I have your email. And I cannot find it on the site.
Bohdi (illegal second) Monday November 14th, 2005 4:01:45 PM
Bohdi tapped Aiden on the elbow. "You've got the right idea, wunjo," the gnome said softly. "We should get out of here. Now that this judging thing is over, we ought to be getting back to the village to see what we can do to help out in the rebuilding process. Besides, I think that all of this has gotten to some of us--" Bohdi jerked a thumb across his chest, in the direction of Nauthiz'Ull-- "More than others. I think Nauthiz'Ull, and the rest of us, could all use some down time back at the village."
"So you lead the way, Aiden, and I'm sure the rest of us will follow. Let's go."
Bohdi renewed his Unseen Servant spell and bid the unnaturally "natural" grove a not-so-fond, subvocal adieu.
Justin Webber (DM) Frest Ends Monday November 14th, 2005 11:12:25 PM
(OOC:Sorry for the delay, consulting with DanielK and now here we go again everyone.)
Frest sighs and shakes his head before standing and dusting himself off abit and looks to each person, skipping to you after a moment, "Fine fine, voting is done and on your way you should be. However Frest has gifts yet to bare."
Frest stops by the group and looks at each one, "In your home you will find a magic gate. This gate will take you to the catacombs. I and the fey king offer this too you all in good faith. This is no lie and doubt not what I say, look in magic portal and you shall see this isn't a lie. This is to show you each how well or dumb your choices be."
Frest looks to Neko and Garret, cupping both his hands together and then opening them to show a pair of crystalized snow flakes, "To both of you I Frest offer a humble gift, this is for having wisdom beyond your years, for seeing past yourselves and to the future of the Wold and the place you call home. These will never melt and like both of you and all snow flakes they are unique and not another like it in the Wold. Do not try to sell it however or the enchantment on them will make them melt for they are for you and you only."
Frest now looks to Aidan and Dregar with the most serious look you ever seen on Frest's face, "For you I part simple words. You chose the safe route, neither life or death. Remember that the safe route is not always best. Nothing ventured nothing gained. You weighted and chose with your hearts and that too is noble. The Fey King can not hold it against you and neither can I." Frest now cups his hands and holds out a single heart shaped snow piece to both of you, "Take this as a symbol of your choices, remember also my words for Frest may serve the Fey King but he is not evil but good. I'm a playful spirit that most people out of Ice Vein know as Jack Frost."
Frest now turns to Bohdi and Edgler, "You are the hardest of the group here really. Your choices if combined with to many more could curse the wilds to a very nasty fate. Your votes seem like a quick short term end to whats going on, a choice that benefits only you and select others who agree with your thinking. However I believe you too chose with your hearts, for whatever reason that maybe." Frest stares at both and nods, deciding and cups his hand and slowly parts them to show two small ice crystals that show a person's face but with eyes shut tight, "Take these as my gift to you."
Frest stares at each person once more before turning, rather you excepted the gift from him or not, "I would send you all to where your going but that is beyond my powers if you won't believe in me either. I Frest, will always be around so when you see kids playing in the snow, the icy chill nipping at your nose, think of me."
Dregar Tuesday November 15th, 2005 3:19:51 AM
Dregar looked to Frest for a few seconds, finally letting up on the axe. He realized then that there would be no fight, and for some reason that was good to him. After a few seconds he makes his way near where Frest was to look at the heart shaped snow.
" Why are we going to these catacombs you speak of, why there do we see our choice being good or being folly. I am just a young dwarf from the lands that freeze, and I am making decisions that the gods themselves seem like they should be making. Why us, and why now?"
Garrett Tuesday November 15th, 2005 9:23:49 AM
Garrett accepts the snowflake from Frest, and thanks him. Garrett is even more sure he made the right decision now. There has been no malice, evil, or harmful intent from this being. Offering up gifts to those who choose for you to die? that is almost too gracious for Garrett to even fully realize.
"I believe in you Frest", Garrett says. "And I am ready to go home. I would be more than happy to be sent, but only if all of us can go. I would rather walk with my friends than leave them to face danger without me."
Garrett then looks at the ring in his hand. The one that led them here. "I believe this is yours" and Garrett holds the ring out to Frest.
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EdglerVess Tuesday November 15th, 2005 11:17:42 AM
"I thank you for your gift, Frest." Edgler says with a slight nod. "I truly hope that you will do the right thing concerning the people of these lands. They have been greatly hurt by your presence... you owe them."
OOC:Can someone give me the 'rules' on how the Catacombs works?
Bohdi Nackle d20+11=25 d20+2=5 Tuesday November 15th, 2005 2:58:42 PM
Bohdi scowled at the frosty avatar. "Bleedin' gods and their bleedin' games," he muttered. He reached for the proferred gift, but then hesitated and stepped back. "Presto ensorcelsior illuminaris," he chanted, as the now-familiar orange spectacle-shaped rune appeared before his eyes. (Cast: Detect Magic)
"No offense," the gnome explained to Frest as he examined his and the other gifts for signs of enchantment. (Spellcraft check, as appropriate, 25--27 v. illusions.) "But as one of the elders in the merchant clan back in Zarnan City used to say, 'trust, but verify.'"
If, upon examination, the gifts still seemed to be the harmless tokens that they appeared, Bohdi would accept the gift graciously and incline his head toward the trail home. "Let's go," he urged. "I'd want to be well clear of here before nightfall."
As the group marched, Bohdi would again direct his Unseen Servant and use his powers of Prestidigitation to erase the signs of their passage. He would offer to take a watch, as usual, and would use his second Prestidigitation spell of the day as well as the Unseen Servant to help build windbreaks and shield walls, with crenellation and arrow slits, from the available snowpack.
Neco Tuesday November 15th, 2005 6:12:26 PM
Reaching out a pale hand, Neco accepts the gift. Handling it gently she examines it from all angles to learn its distinctive shape before putting it away inside her worn pack.
The small human will fall into place in line with the others as they make their way back to the village. She is anxious to explore this portal to the Catacombs.
Justin Webber (DM) Frest's last words an on your way Wednesday November 16th, 2005 8:39:30 PM
Frest chuckles and smiles, "The catacombs has nothing to do with your future really. It is a place you may find of interest though, a place to buy magic items and such."
Frest thinks and takes a very deep breath and cups a hand open palmed under his mouth and breaths out hard. From just abit ahead of him and stretching into the distance now forms what looks like a slide, the slide made of ice and a small step area forms near Frest made of snow.
Frest grins and motions towards the slide, juggling snowballs again, "You already know I'm a fun loving one so you may take this to your home. It will get you there faster trust me and it is safe. Anyway, some of you still seem fun deficient and some of you seem to enjoy fun even more."
Frest looks to Bohdi also and nods to him, "It is fine. You'll find they radiate only the magic to keep them from ever melting."
Bohdi true to Frest words finds that the snowflakes and other gifts radiate a hint of magic but only one to keep the items from melting.
EdglerVess Wednesday November 16th, 2005 9:06:51 PM
"I don't understand why everything has to be 'fun' with you, Frest. Survival is serious business in these lands." The priest of Gargul trudges over to the slide and places his feet on the step in front of Frest. Over his shoulder he makes one last comment, "Remember that I'm still expecting you to make things right. "Now... how does this thing work?"
Aiden Wednesday November 16th, 2005 11:52:37 PM
Aiden nodded silently at Frest as the gift was given. He had chosen what he thought was right, and indeed, he also had looked towards a safer route for the future.
However, fun for this being was quite different than what others would construe as being enjoyable.
For Aiden, there is no 'fun' as Frest may have seen it. True, he has his enjoyment of the wyld, and challenge of survival, but much of what had occurred this day was difficult to comprehend.
However, he was very curious about one thing.
"Frest...what pathway may lead us towards the lands of the sun where those of the Pack Blood work?" Eyeing Bohdi, "Some of us may wish to make our ways there, whether through your magic, or less enchanted trails..."
Bohdi Nackle Thursday November 17th, 2005 10:09:41 AM
The corners of Bohdi's eyes softened. "Thanks, Aiden," he said softly. "But something tells me that I won't find my way to where my heart leads through any device of this ... being."
Bohdi stepped forward and mounted the slide. "Come on, let's go. There's a village waiting for our help, and it's not going to get any bloody warmer out here."
Garrett Thursday November 17th, 2005 10:55:24 AM
Garrett climbs on the slide, sits on his shield, and takes a ride.
Neco d20+8=23 Thursday November 17th, 2005 6:36:34 PM
Following the shield riding cleric the young rogue swings her pack onto her shoulders and leaps into the slide. She puts her arms out for stability and takes a stance, feet shoulder width apart. Neco attempts to slide down the icy slope on her feet (Balance 23).
Dregar d20=18 Thursday November 17th, 2005 9:53:20 PM
" Bah, More games" grumbled the dwarven Barbarian as he made his way to the slide. He looked back at where Frest was, one last time and turned towards the slide, sat on his plump bottom and headed down.
OOC: Gave you a reflex save incase,
Aiden Thursday November 17th, 2005 11:49:36 PM
Aiden awaited Frest's answer. If none, waited for the others to get on the 'slide' before he took the rear guard (and go down the slide).
Justin Webber (DM) Goodbye Frest, hello sliding Thursday November 17th, 2005 11:56:21 PM
Frest shakes his head at the comments about the Blood pack and where they come from, "I only know places where there is really a winter at and specially snow. Did the place they came from really sound like a place that seen much snow?" Frest shaks his head and looks to Bohdi more then the rest, "I'm sorry Frest can't be of more help but I'm sure true love will prevail, I love games and such and I'm fine still. Yonder dwarf didn't split me in two or try and none of you tried killing me over my fun. Now you all should go, I wish you the best and even knows some of you may not think me this I say goodbye friends and good luck in your journey."
Everyone finally heads to the slide and climbs up the small ladder and slides down the slide. Contrary to what would be possible you hit tremendous speeds coming down the short slide and quickly all around you the Wold becomes a blur, juggling snowballs even seem to swirl around the slide here and there but never hitting you. You can barely see the person infront of you as you slide at the speed you are, anything touching the slide doesn't feel hot or cold either but you feel the cold air blasting your face and body. The air isn't freezing cold but still cold enough to sting alittle.
After sliding down the slide for what seems like to long and with the Wold around you at a fast blurr you suddenly thump off the slide and into a deep snow bank. The now is soft and doesn't hurt and the slide even seems to adjust so the next person slams into the soft snow beside you. Each impact leaving you unharmed but leaving behind a imprint of you in the snow.
In the distance alittle walk from where you are you see where you all are traveling too also. To his word Frest has sent you very close to your destination.
EdglerVess d20+2=11 Friday November 18th, 2005 9:44:10 AM
The priest of Gargul tries briefly to keep his feet on the slide but quickly falls on his face. He works hard to suppress a girlish scream as he scoots at high speed, face forward down the slide. At the last moment he manages to bring his arms up in front of him as he exits the slide flying through the air and enters a snow drift... head first. After a moment of stunned silence a very angry, snow-covered dwarf explodes from the snow. "BAH! How can anyone call such an experience 'FUN'!" He tries in vain to brush the snow out of his braided beard, before he starts patting his uncovered head. "Where's my helmet?" he bellows. He dives back into snow where he digs for several moments before standing up once again, with his horned, frost covered helmet in his hand. Kicking snow in frustration he begins marching towards the village, muttering several dwarven expeltives the whole way.
Bohdi Nackle Friday November 18th, 2005 1:05:33 PM
Bohdi watched the Wold blur around him with trepidation. "Waaaaaaauuuuuuggggghhhh!" he gurgled as they slid, pell-mell, through the increasingly unreal reality about them.
"Ooooof!" the gnome landed in the snowdrift unceremoniously dumped upon his rump, with his raven Squork flapping down to a more dignified arrival beside him. "Bloody hell," the gnome muttered as he stood and brushed the snow from his posterior.
He looked up and surveilled their surroundings. "Wonderful. Now perhaps the gods will leave us bloody well alone for a time and allow us to clean up their mess."
The gnome indicated the ruined village ahead of them. "Someone jolly well has to."
Without more, Bohdi began plodding his way toward the village.
Garrett Friday November 18th, 2005 4:46:05 PM
Garrett follows Bohdi heading toward the village.
Neco Friday November 18th, 2005 10:17:27 PM
"Whoa!" cries the girl as she slides off the end of the ride, whirling her arms like a windmill she runs forward with the momentum gained from the trip. Coming to a stop, she adjusts her coat, and pulls the big hood back up over her head as she returns to the group, a smile on her face. "Shall we see if we can locate the portal to this place called the Catacombs?" she asks, curiousity in her eyes.
Aiden Saturday November 19th, 2005 12:40:59 PM
~magic...~ Aiden growled within his own mind as he went down the slide ~and gods...~ but this soon disappeared as the slide's effect, not the one of magically travelling, but the movements and freedom, had a rather uncharacteristic effect on Aiden.
There was some feelings of exhileration, and, dare we say, enjoyment of the slide as Aiden also slid off rather ungracefully into the snow.
Quickly hiding the slight smile to his more neutral look, he moved over to help the dwarf with his helmet, and then to anyone else who also required aid.
"Catacombs, " he uttered to himself, "a place where the dead dwell...and this is where magic lies?" Again, it seemed to be one of Frest's riddles. He was curious, but the thought of facing the dead was not appealing.
"I wonder about the village..." he muttered to himself.
Dregar Sunday November 20th, 2005 1:08:46 AM
Dregar bounces around down the slide before shooting off into the snow. He lands in the snow on his bottom, and backwards. After a few seconds he pulls himself out of the snow.
" Friggen avatars and their dumb jokes" he says, with a huff of hot air coming from his nostrils. " I am surprised this didn't lead us to some death or horrible destination. Now where are these catacombs he spoke of?"
Justin Webber (DM) Village Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 7:51:46 PM
(OOC: Sorry everyone for not posting yesterday. We put my grandma officially in a home yesterday and it was pretty rough. Didn't sleep well last night either worrying about her.)
The group works it's way towards the village. As you approach you see the damage first that had been done and how many people were moving around helping with trying to get broken or knocked down tent houses back up and useable.
As you come closer one of the villager's runs out towards you. It is one of the younger ones, barely in his teens, "Your back, your back. We been waiting for you. Well some of us anyway."
Garrett Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 8:21:05 PM
(OOC: Sorry about your Grandmother. Not an easy thing to deal with. Hope everything goes as well as possible.)
"Aye, we are back. Give us a quick summary of how you have fared. First, are there sick or injured that need tending? Where are we needed?"
Garrett waits for a quick response, hoping to be able to help those in need.
Bohdi Nackle Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 9:07:04 PM
"We're back," Bohdi agreed. "And we've brought company. Kayra may want to meet these newcomers -- Neco, Dregar, and Edgler Vess."
"Tell me--has there been anything unusual that has cropped up here? We were led to believe that a portal may have opened here to a place called the Catacombs."
Afterward, Bohdi made his way to his tent and began retrieving all the things he had stashed there.
Aiden Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 9:47:28 PM
Aiden quietly listened to the young teen's response, especially of the talk of a portal to the Catacombs. His eyes quietly viewed the damage, and the general condition of those he saw...it was going to be difficult, especially with the supplies probably having been cut into by the invaders.
But they would survive, afterall, it beats the alternative.
Dregar Tuesday November 22nd, 2005 11:30:48 PM
Dregar walks into the village, his axe slung on his back. When he gets near he reaches down and scoops some snow up in his hand. He turns his back to the group and crushes the snow amongst his fingers. Turning back to the group he smiles a bit.
" Just an old tradition. We made it back from a journey, I tell the land that I thank them."
He continues along with the group, finally getting into the village he drops his bag and looks around.
" Does anyone need help" the dwarf calls out, thinking it better to keep active then dwell on what they discussed with the avatar.
OOC: Sorry you had to make the decision. It is a rough one.
EdglerVess Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 10:13:16 AM
"Well met, young man," Edgler says to the villager. "Perhaps you could point us to who's in charge. I am a priest and I would like to help out in any way I can."
Neco d20+5=6 d20+3=12 Wednesday November 23rd, 2005 7:31:39 PM
Neco looks around (Spot 6) but there seems to be quite a lot going on in the village and she is easily distracted. When Bohdi enquires about the Catacombs she faces 'round, fixing the youth with her grey-blue eyes and echo's the gnome's question, "The Catacombs! Yes! Tell us!" (Gather Information 12)
Justin Webber (DM) Village Saturday November 26th, 2005 1:53:52 AM
(OOC:Sorry for not posting sooner everyone. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving also. We went to visit my grandma on Turkey day and was greeted mainly by begging to go home and such. *sighs*)
The kid looks to each person when they speak and shakes his head, "The older people are seeing to the tents right now and most of the injured have been moved to the larger lodge to be treated by the wisewoman of the village. Kayra is near this strange portal that opened and we can see some type of strange place on the other side. One of the older people went in and came back out saying he was told it was some place called the cat-a-combs...or catacombs...well something like that. Come with me."
With this said the kid goes running off into the village, skirting alot of the heavy work and activities to head to where Kayra stands and next to her is a shimmering blue portal which can be seen some type of shop on the other side.
Bohdi Nackle Sunday November 27th, 2005 1:08:09 AM
"Right, that's the place," Bohdi affirmed. He strode purposefully toward Kayra with a palanquin loaded with booty.
"Don't worry, Kayra old girl, my sources tell me this place is perfectly safe and normal. Well, safe, anyway."
He looked over his load of goods for resale and began making mental calculations.
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