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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 6:06 pm
"We'll see moon, we'll see."
That was all he was going to say on it for now, just keeping pace with Moonstone. boy was he gunna be in for a rude awakening once they got there.
Malik looked around at the devices. he wanted all of them, of course piper coudl see that by the look in his eyes. though he moved to teh heart of the stone lions.
"These devices, bring the beings of stone to life. if you were to use different creatures as the stone beings..what about the transferance of certain creatures particular properties. say...if I wanted to use..massive stone cobras, could the still move like a real one, with speed? and would thier bite be venomous?"
this was malik's candy store. lots of ways to protect his home and injure several people in the process. not to mention make it look good.
"And does teh stone matter? does it have to be granite or marble or can it be somethign ele, like obsidian?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 6:13 pm
"Any creature will work fine. It will be fast, but not as fast as any natural cobra. Moving rock to fast simply breaks it." He scratched at his chin. "Id need to modify the specific creatures for venom. Although i don't trust venom inside a chamber that can't regenerate itself like flesh can. Unless you want to sue a les potent venom."
"Depending on the types of qualities you want. Granit for instance, doesn't reflect arrows to well. The sharp points tend to burry themselves in the rock. The plus side is that it can eaily protect people, becuase it absobs siad arrows. Obsidian would deflect it, making it still a dangerous arrow, but your golem will last longer.
On the flew. yay for them. And moonstone was really enjoying the trip. He had rarely felt the joy of flight, which was amazing in itself. Lostagrace loomed ahead.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 6:15 pm
Piper hand to hold in a laugh. Oh boy...Roarke just peaked Malik's interest in all things magical, half flashy, and efficent. He had that half greedy, look in his gray eyes but of course his wants were masked by a show of calm behavior and inquisitive questions. Piper knew he was all giddy on the inside like a school boy. Though she let her head tilt to the side. "My my Roarke, you've evoked his curiosity and planning. I should hit you for that..." Followed up by a little laugh.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 6:35 pm
"I was thinking obsidian because obsidian doesn't crumble or crack. it shatters. which means if an enemy did serious damage, they also have to worry about lots of enchanted sharp black shards of volcanic glass coming at thenad scattering about. what about intelligence..the ability to use spells?"
Oh yes. planning already. two of them for the front of his home in teh most dangerous and deadly forms he coudl have constructed. yuan-ti...naga...manticore..drakota..wyvern...hmm so many choices.
"What limitations to size or shape are we speaking. and this heat sheidl and webbing..how large a range can they have."
Onyx grinned some, seeing Lostagrace. he'd fix Moon's little red wagon. that is if he even had to get involved. they'd prolly try and kill him for his shoes. he never did get the point of his twin wearing shoes anyway.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:04 pm
Roarke held up a hand defensivly, but smiled. "Hey hey, i'm just trying to give what was asked for."
"They are smart enough to handle mutliple orders, task preformences, individual recognition. But I wouldn't let them use any spells. Anything they dry to do could unmake them."
"Limitations? 30 feet. And stronger then that and all you'll be able to to is...well gather stone iinto one place very fast. It usualy crushes everything, and continues to grow, until it's peirced the surface as a mountain. One of my late relatives experimineted with it." He thumbed over his shoulder. "That's why we have two outer walls as stone."
"The webbing can stretch over a good distance, the shields work better in smaller areas."
Moonstone landed outside Lostagrace, near the water. He folded his wings tightly, brushed at some hay that still lingered in his fur, and trumped up the short incline and into themain city. First things first...find a bar.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:15 pm
She crossed her arms, way shortened nails playing with her chainmail a little for really no reason and gave a soft melodic laugh. "With the way this is going we're going to acquire a whole menagerie of stone creatures who are more than they appear. Malik dear I don't think we have enough lawn space." So a poke at Malik too, hm seemed she somewhat had her sense of humor back as well. One hand changed position to play with the little dangly arrows of her collar.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 7:18 pm
thinking that over, guaging his treasury..one arm across hsi chest, the other propped on it and lightly rubbing his chin.
"Then how about three fo your heat shields. two of your fear items. five of the webs, and four of the golems. if it can be arranged, two ten foot in height those can be scorpions. the other two can be twenty, and those can be Yuan-ti. can these things use stone made weapons..like say...bow and arrow and twin scimitars?"
Then a small grin.
"and what do you have that's non magical?"
Onyx knew what moon was looking for, shook his headn and followed, grabbing his arm and shoving him in teh bar he was just about to pass, neverminding teh two bodies and blood on the floor.
"You want action. this is a good place to go looking for it."
A grin..thena frown. it was kind of upseting that the old adrenaline wasn't flowing, the eagerness for a good fight wasn't there. but he'd have to get used to it..until he figured out a way to get his heart beating again.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 5:43 am
Roarke smiled. "Lovely, lovely. As long as the lich doesn't know they are there, he can't disable them." He thought a moment. "So lets hope he didn't see that far into the future when he captured my cousin."
He led them out of the room, and into the farthest to the left. "I'll have those that you want replicated in a short while. But as for weapons....they are usually pretty clumbsy with weapons, but you can certainly try. As long as they are made out of the same material...if nothing else they will make a great club."
"As for non magical," he opened the door, which looked to be am armory of sorts. Only organized. "We, as magi, have come to value the non magical. Usually unexpected, when your foe only thinks to counter magic. And of course, once a magic is countered it become increasingly difficult to use. "We've got hand gernades and land mines, barbed wire fences...camofloged of course. Who sees the harm in jumping for a green hedge, eh?" he chuckled. Then he picked up a small, clear bag that looked like it was filled with a white, sparkling powder. "And glass."
There was no sign above the door to indicate it as an inn. But Moonstone grinnned, feeling the anticipation, revelling in it. "All right then." Inside was dark and dingy. And there didn't seem to be an rukus at the moment. Perhaps killing the two men outside had quelled the customers lust for battle. Unfortunate or fortunate for this particular, we are about to find out.
Moonstone stopped a few paces inside the door. Looked to the bar man, a skinny old guy cleaning a dirty mug with an even dirtier rag, then swept his gaze across the room. Four men. Either drunk or well on their way, and they were staring back at Moon. "Oh sorry," he put on a surprised expression. "I didn't realize this was a gay bar."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 9:41 am
Malik walked around.
"These won't do. there's to much a chance of a slave or a guest running into one and then that just looks bad on me. anything that will be effective but dones't run the risk of killing slaves or guests who are unaware or careless?"
Onyx just sat by the doorway, idly cleaning his nails and counting in his head. SO overjoyed at feeling, Moon didn't notice the scents of more than four people aroudn those bodies. which ment the reall killers were probably looting his house right now and would be back momentarily.
The four in teh bar however, didn't take kindly to the insult. they all got up, the tender casually moving under the bartop. one broke the bottle he was working on, one had a chain unclipped from his belt, one had brass knuckles on each hand, and the last one had a bowieknife. Boy could onyx pick a rough place or what. and the real party crashers weren't even there yet.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 11:34 am
Standing on a pile of bones of various sizes and origin, Tarathiel locked his eyes onto the Death Knight before him. The former weapon's master of Mother, and the highest ranking Shadow Knight to ever live in Mother's land, squared his shoulders to the much younger child. In a voice that echoed with the screams of countless lives, a hollow and empty sound that seemed to drain the surrounding air of all its vitality, the elder asked the younger, "Why have you come here, Prince of Drow?"
Uthegentle appeared to be an average heigth drow, but his body lacked any or all flesh. His head, which was the only visible part of his body, was only a white skull with two glowing red orbs in the eye sockets. Parts of the skull were painted black to make his already sinister face appear more demonic. He wore heavy black armour that covered his entire body, and on his hip rested a long sword decorated with the symbols of Lolth. Over his right shoulder, the hilt of another sword could be seen. Tied to his belt, a helmet adorned with a metalic skull mask radiated its dark magics.
The sound of his brother's voice scared the hell out of Tarathiel, but it was much more pleasing to hear than Malik's whining. At least, the shadow of a threat is this voice had some backing. "I need to know how to slay a demi-god lich. You are the only powerful undead in this realm, so the logical conclusion-" His voice was rather cheerful, and unsettling when he was speaking to Uthegentle.
But, Uthegentle could see through any lie that Tarathiel weaved his way. "You want me to fight it for you."
"Maybe... But, you cannot leave this tower."
"That is truth if ever you spoke it." Uthegentle breathed at the younger drow. "A lich is a powerful being. Once a mortal sorceror, now an unliving nightmare. They have but two weaknessess, and both are not easily attacked."
"Why did you offer me this information for-" As the words left his lips, his answer came in the form of a flaming long sword striking for his head. Again, this was expected. Tarathiel did wear his best armour, and brought with him an arsenal of swords.
The fight began rather one sided with Tarathiel pressed from a forward rush from his elder brother's advance. The long sword sliced through the air, often connecting with the armour only to be stopped completely. The enchantments in the long sword were supposed to enable it to sheer through the drow made mail, but Tarathiel anticipated that charm, and used the counter in the form of an amulet designed to radiate angelic armour. Instead of the sword slicing through the drow mail, the aura of the mail shifted to match angelic armour which was immune to the armour peircing enchantment. This only hindered Uthegentle, but allowed Tarathiel some room to maneaver.
The fight shifted directions as Tarathiel finally was able to draw both his scimitars, and return at his kin with a furry of attacks. The death knight parried every single attack with the ease one would suspect of a six thousand year old warrior, and returned just as many hits at Tarathiel which were all stopped short of killing the younger brother.
This seemed to continue for several momentent, until Tarathiel was able to get a clear shot at his brother's helm, which he knocked into a nearby pool. Uthegentle was bonded to the helmet, and was forced to go an retrieve it. The ghastly drow simply replaced his sword on his hip, and walked to the pool and jumped in after it. Tarathiel used this time to check his scimitars... They were not looking overly healthy. He replaced them in his scabbords, and drew out two of his other blades. Now the fight was going to be on in full, as his brother no doubt, would be wearing is helmet when he came back out of the water. This represented a rather great ordeal, which Tarathiel ran out of time to ponder in his brother's short absence.
Uthegentle literally flew out of the pool, and landed before Tarathiel and swung the mighty great sword from his back at the young drow's skull. Most elves, drow and other would have been completely liquified by the blow, but this was the son of Lolth Uthegentle was fighting. Vierna simply shot the sword with a magnetic pulse which neutralized its movements in the air. The undead turned his attention to the cleric and snarled. Vierna simply made a pouting face, and pointed to the ground.
The advantages of being undead were numerous. Eternal life, exponential strength, magical prowess, and many other nasty neuances made the experience worth while to those who did not enjoy the pleasures of the mortal body. But, some side effects followed with that power. Uthegentle was granted his immortality by his Mother, who saw the great potential of placing this killing machine on her most hostile border, in the only accessible cavern to her empire. Uthegentle could kill any who tried to march through the pass with the ease of a wind blowing a ship across a calm sea. But, with that rebirth came certain obligations, like the total obedience to the family Priestesses of Lolth.
Uthegentle found himself kneeling before Vierna, his anger roused, and his magical powers surging within him. He would have dropped a flaming pillar onto the woman if he could simply point his finger at her. But, she was well educated in dealing with Uthegentle.
"Tell us, Uthegentle, sixteenth born, How can we destroy a lich demi-god."
"I do not know."
"He tells the truth, lover." Another power the family priestesses had over the undead warrior awas the ability to force honest answers from him.
"Pity." Tarathiel said rather takenback. If this warrior did not know, then it was very likely that Tarathiel was the first drow from his kingdom to deal with this type of problem. An ancient empire should have had some experience with this situation, its dealt with everything else.
"Young brother, you should take the test. Assume your true power. Then, demi-Lich will trouble you no more."
Tarathiel turned his head towards Vierna. "Test?"
"A family tradition for useless males..."
"Driderhood?"
"No..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 1:33 pm
Roarke shrugged, tossed the little bag back on a table. "i have something a little more....trainable. If you would like to see it." He didn't look to keen on the idea though, for reasons that he may or may not disclose at a later date. Why? Touchy subject. That's why.
Moonstone smiled. "Awe, did I strike a chord?" He held up his ands, as if offering room for error. No, indeed no one seemed keen on speach. Well howdy do. The man with the bowie knife was first to go, since he rushed in first. Moonstone simply slowered a shoudler into the man's gut and tossed him into a table, which splintered and crashed to the floor.
Chainwhip lashed out, struck Moonstone across the forearm. Which really hurt, and he roared, but he found an opening there as well. Wrapping his hand around the whip, he gave a tug, sending it's weilder face first into a fist full of claw. Getting racked across the eyes and cheeck takes the fight out of most men. Two down...
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 1:47 pm
Onyx watched, and glanced behind Moon, and saw seven more coming. probably the killers and his buddies coming for the other four who'd been armed. and he just backed out of the way, dark fur hiding in teh shadow.
brassknuckles saw the chance, and went for body shots, mostly in the kindey and the spine, while the one with the broken bottle tossed it aside to grab the other's knife, and was a little more dangerous in his slashing nad stabbing..he'd done this kind of thing before. but that was before teh chair went swining at Moonstone's back, picked up off the ground and seven more armed with planks, clubs, and at least one knife came in. and like Onyx thought, they wanted the shoes. and whatever other money Moonstone had.
He'd give it about...ten mintues, then he'd step in.
Malik looked at the bag, and nodded lightly. especially since Roarke didn't look thrilled with the idea. if it was somethign that gave him pause, it might be nice.
"Show me."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 2:10 pm
This was an intreguing, yet dangerous opertunity. It had cost Tarathiel a great deal of his hair, which now only reached just below his shoulders. He was going to have to style it now...
Taking the tourch in hand, and wearing less than a slave in a brothel, Tarathiel walked into the catacombs below the Citadel that was his mother's castle. The caves were ancient, and probably older than the drow empires that were founded in the tunnel complex above. Maybe these caves are why the drow settled here to begin with, and why the family in the house above him was always the dominate power? Perhaps, but that seemed too easy to believe. It was more likely that the powerful families cherished these tunnels... Or maybe the tunnels were a ruse by his sister to drug him again...
She was crazy after all. And She was never patient for the things she wanted, and she had a habbit of trying to suduce Tarathiel at the strangest and most inoppertune times.
Then again, she did not like places that were not carved stone. She would never come down here to drug and rape Tarathiel... Then again, that might be what she wanted Tarathiel to think. This could also be part of a larger plot with Dinin or Zaknafein trying to takehis place as the son of Lolth...
That seemed unlikely as well. They would be more likely to simply challenge Tarathiel for the title, not that it would help them. Tarathiel had always been the son of lolth, and killing him might actually prove detrimental to gaining any power in the drow empire.
So, feeling as safe as he always did amongst his murderous kin, Tarathiel walked barefoot into what could possibly be hell. Interesting, he always assumed he would get himself killed when the gods came to collect the souls of the living. He was an elf after all.
Waiting for him at the bottom of the tunnel, was a simple pedistule with a single orb on it. When Tarathiel reached the object, he stared at it for a moment before looking about the pedistule for some clue. Naturally, he assumed he should touch it. If it was going to destroy him, at least he could say he died with style. He picked up the orb, and stared into the blackened glass ball, hoping that something would happen.
He was not surprised. The orb glowed a purple-red colour, the same as his eyes in the dark. Thought it lacked a mouth, or any source of microphone, the orb began to speak to Tarathiel.
"Son of Lolth, Child of the house Daermon Na'shezbaernon, Do you wish to know true power?"
Tarathiel looked at the object with some awe, and simply answered "Yes."
"To gain something, you must sacrifice something of equal importance, that is the law of the Orb. What shall you surrender to the Orb?"
"My divinity!"
"Something you actually possess."
"Err... Like what?"
"Something you actually possess."
"Are you going to help me or not orb?"
"Something you actually possess."
A sudden thought poped into Tarathiel's mind,"My resistance to magic?"
The orb turned black again, and then proceded to drain the power of magic resistance from Tarathiel's body... Drawing the biological magical resistance that was adopted by Tarathiel's ancestors to enable them to survive int the harsh climate of the Underworld, the orb began to glow again. "You limit has been set." The orb turned black again, and felt very heavy. Tarathiel suddenly dropped the orb back onto the pedistule where he picked it up from.
He was feeling suddenly, very naked. "What the hell?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 2:30 pm
Eliot sat by the door, rather bored. Weapons and war and fighting. Is that all men were interested in? She seemed to remember a couple of wolves in her pack who wished for nothing else but fighting. It grew very tiresome, always tryign to impress with there fancy manoovers and seeing who could beat who. She had turned them both down as suiters.
She smacked her lips. When will these boys stop talking weapons? She hoped it would be soon. She didn't understand anyof it.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 2:35 pm
Piper held veyr much the attitude of Eliot. Talk of war and weapons, wasn't ever her thing really, and with recent passing events...well she didn't want to be around something that could easiyl do bodily harm, especially to careless elves. So she was staning by Eliot, one hand playing with a few strands of red and silver. But of course it was amusign watchign Malik act like a kid in a candy store...gave her something to possibly poke over.
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