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random mistakes rolled 1 100-sided dice:
82
Total: 82 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 8:21 pm
You come to an intersection of sorts. Infront of you, is a reinforced iron door locked from your side. You hear some shuffling down there as whatever's in there mills around mindlessly. To your right, is another hallway which has another 90 degree turn. Groans coming from there are steadily getting closer to you.
Suddenly, you hear some commotion and a dark gruff voice yelling: "Blast 'em". A pillar of flame illuminates the darkeness. You smell burning flesh; the work of another's flame-burst.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 11:52 am
 Hoping the fungus wasn't going to soak her boots and feet, Karythelia leapted agilely off the bed of squelchy growth. She tried to look for Vincent but her eyes weren't that sharp. "Vincent!" She whispered softly, incase there was something unfriendly lurking about,"There are two things down here besides us. They could talk so they're probably not more skeletons. And what do you make of that fire?"
There was only one way to go down here and that was towards the fire. Getting back up there was going to be too much of a hassle in the dark. And there were those things in the coffin. She wondered what they were. The bard's imagination began to sift through the possibilites. Well anyways, they were probably going to need torches first the more practical side of her mind told her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 5:15 pm
random mistakes You come to an intersection of sorts. Infront of you, is a reinforced iron door locked from your side. You hear some shuffling down there as whatever's in there mills around mindlessly. To your right, is another hallway which has another 90 degree turn. Groans coming from there are steadily getting closer to you.
Suddenly, you hear some commotion and a dark gruff voice yelling: "Blast 'em". A pillar of flame illuminates the darkeness. You smell burning flesh; the work of another's flame-burst. (Seeing as how Master Bellamin explained this is for me, since it is in green...) Lazarus sniffs the air, inhailing the aroma of burnt undead. He grips his gear, the hand of the crypt still itching for action. He smiles at the withered limb that has replaced his own right hand, the golden ring resting on his middle finger. He quickly looks around the bend, to see just who is casting Flame-burst at what creature, or number of creatuers.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:18 pm
You see two figures standing in the hallway.
One was dressed in a full-leather suit with a thin black mage robe drapped over top. He wore a silver circlet on a shock of dark, almost black, brown hair. A deep contrast to his pale face and slightly longer fangs while he smiled as he burnt two or three zombies with a red flame spewing out of an odd looking staff. A vampire sorcerer, no doubt.
His companion was equally inhuman-looking. Dressed in heavy armor over a purple robe, there was no sight of flesh anywhere. Even the face was covered by a grey iron mask in the likeness of a skull. His only weapon was an hourglass shaped towershield with the four corner points which appearing to be sharp. It had a small retangular box at the bottom.
Suddenly, the vampire stopped the flame with a metallic click. And as the zombies crumbled to ashes, the armored one walked silently towards you. Studying you for a brief moment, he noticed your hand. and cocked his head to the side. And with a deep grinding voice said: "Hail, Half-mage, what brings you to us in the crypts of this forsaken people?" He spoke with old inflections not used much in speech nowadays.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 3:49 am
( *insert rant about not having his staff of summoning after getting it accepted 4 months ago*)
Lazarus smiles, the corner of his lips turning up in a snear at the Vampiric mage and what was either his ghoul, or creation. The hand of the crypt, the undead hand of power, normally over-took the user's hand. Lazarus himself, one of those who had attained ample power within the land of Eroth, had moderate use of the hand. He gripped the Mana Sword, as the short blade glistening blue in the pale light of the crypt. The left hand, covered with the Force Field, gripped the staff of myst, as he bows lightly. "Kind sir, I come to the crypt, for the same reason most other's arrive in these dank-dark ruins; Treasure, of both finanical, or mystical means."
Lazarus smiles, shifting his weight to rest gently on the staff, holding the Mana Sword at a downward angle.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 4:24 pm
"Well spoken, Half-Life..." He turned to his vampric companion. "I see nothing wrong with him; he doesn't look like the kind to go running to a paladin to smite us..." And with that, you see a yellow glow flicker inside the empty sockets before solidifying into two yellow orbs floating in the darkness; the eyes of a deathknight. "Wish being undead wasn't so visible eh?"
The vampire nodded before lowering his staff down from your direction, thinking you weren't a threat. "Say? You wouldn't happen to have seen a human male in black robes somewhere around his late sixties get dragged away by zombies would you?" He took a couple steps closer and looked out from the corner and into the hallway you just traversed. "Our commander will kill us; then kill us again, if we don't atleast say we tried to bring the corpse back."
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 7:42 pm
Lazarus shakes his head slowly, "No, I have not seen anything other than the two of you. Well there was a zombie, mostly mangled when I found him; now a pile of dust." Lazarus smirked again, holding up his right hand, a ball of lightly glowing yellow energy rotating in it.
He decided that he would learn about these two, before he set about taking them out. Obviously, from his lack of a standard weapon, the Death-Knight's goal was to protect the Mage, who seamed to cast spells from his staff. The shield did have sharp edges, so it could be used offensively. Luckilly, Lazarus was well endowed with his own magical prowress and tricks; These two would fall, even if it took him a few powers he didn't want to use.
Sealing away the power of the energy burst, Lazarus fanned his hands out, and bowed again, "Your commander, you said? Are you guys are part of an army? And who is the black-robbed man?" Lazarus smiled lightly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 8:18 pm
((You DO know you don't have to kill them; they do have the advantage of numbers you know. And they techincally are adventurers... Just not the Lawful-good alive ones.))
The vampire turned to the death-knight. "Stupid necromancer. 'Oh! I just wants to get spare parts says I'. Pfft... What kind of necromaner forgets his control undead spells!"
"One that also forgets to clothe himself in the mornings." You could see a faint shutter from the death-knight.
"Its more painfull than sunlight! Well, we better get going Ridel. With any luck, he'll remember his spells and we don't have to ask her for another replacement..."
The death-knight did a cordial bow. "I bid you fare-well, Half-Life, if you ever wish to find the other half... Let us know. The Legion could always use a helping." The one called Ridel started to walk towards the corridor you came from.
"And please don't say anything to any smite-happy paladins. Here's an incentive..." The vampire gave a devious smile before holding up a purple vial of liquid. It bubbled profusely...
((And if your worried about keeping the roll... Your next treasure WILL be a relic unless you are defeated.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 1:49 am
( humm, my only question is what are their stats? I mean, they don't know mine, so I wouldn't know theirs, but you know mine >.> Oh, and who was your roll for? Just wondering)
Lazarus smiled lightly, taking in their information. He gathered that either the man in the black robes was the necromancer, or the commander was, and that some-how he did something stupid, and aparently got himself killed. Well he'd herd of the types to do that, but Lazarus himself tried to keep things within reason, and he reasoned that these guys, one being a death-knight, and the other a vampire, would be real undead, and therefore would take a bit to keep down. Now they were afraid of paladin types, so he could always search for Vincent, and return, but there would be no telling where they could have gone to.
The mage mentally checked his gear... The hand would allow him to bolster his defenses, the sword was no good at the moment, the staff would allow him to bolster his magic, and he could cast either 1 really powerful spell, or two descent spells, with the ring... and he could protect himself both with the force field, and if he had to, he could tap into his power as a child of the water.
Lazarus looked at the Vial. He could either just take it, or kill them, and not only take the vial, but whatever else they might have. He smiled lightly, "What exactly is that vial?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 5:26 am
"The fire looked like some kind of torch to me, which means whatever's there is most likely friendly...or goblins. And the voices probably belong to adventurers like ourselves...I hope. We should meet up with them and try to join forces...better than going on alone...right?"
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 7:54 am
((In construction))
"Condensed nether-souls which when released will call every elemental to come down and destroy the world... Naw just kidding, its a special potion I've been working on that mends bones and rotting flesh; if I give it to you, will you give your promise as a Half-life to NOT tell a paladin?"
"The only reason he's giving it to you is because it hasn't been tested before and all of his minions are 100% dead now."
"Shut up."
There looks to be enough for two sips.
~+~
You move your way to the light. After a few minutes, you see the outline of two faint figures in the fire-light.
One was half the height of the other. As you move closer, they hear the sound of your shuffling and call out into the darkness before slowly making their way towards your general direction. The tall one carried a torch which made them more clear. The short one was a dwarf armed with a dwarven battle axe, while the tall was dressed in robes and had no visible weapons.
"Hello? Zombies wan'ta play s'more?" A gruff voice called out. Most likely the dwarf because of the battle axe uncliping itself from the back-mount.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 7:36 pm
(( Where is the spell "Libra" when you freaking want to do something really stupid!???! ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 3:57 pm
((Well, here's a little hint.
Character name: Ridel [36] Legionnaire, Death-knight, Draugr
Attack: 0
Defense: 10
Combat Dice: None
Magic: 0
Life: 25 [5]
Equip: 4
Abilities: Fast Actorx2 [8], True Guardian [5], Status Undead, Special Attack [4]: ???
Items: ??? token (c.1/1), Scythe
Spells: N/a
Actions: Power Up, Pounce, Stunning Blow, Taunt, Guard, Shield Bash
And yes... He's a mirror of Vincent; almost.))
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Atrus_Legnacra rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 7:30 pm
( Sure, why the hell not, I'll give it a shot. Worse case scinero, I lose half of my treasure, and start over, right?)
Lazarus ponders the offer for a moment. He could very well die from this choice, but he knew he'd take at least one of the out with him. He gripped the staff of mist tightly, drew upon the power of the mana sword, and kissed the ring on his right hand. Then while drawing on the power of the hand of the crypt, he slammed on the button on the back of the force field glove. "I think I'll just give a shot at taking you down, and prying the vial from you grip!" With that, Lazarus charged his spells, splitting the raw energy into two spells, one an orb of yellow energy cracking as tendrills of energy licking the air. The other was a ball of raw white energy that formed into small creatures, wisps, that began to rotate around Lazarus. "Face defeat at the power of a true mage! Energy Burst!" He unleashed the spell at the Vampire, watching as the attack raced towards the sickly-mage. He bowed his head, chanting softly, drawing upon his inner power. Then, as a last second decision, he draws upon the hand of the crypt, leaps at the Vampire, and slams the withered fist into the creatuers face.
Use: Staff of Mist (+5 Magic) (roll = sucess, unbroke)
Use: Ring of the Crypt (+1 mp)(c 4/5)
Use: Force Field (+10 LL)(c 2/3)
Use: Hand of the Crypt +3 Atk (c 4/5)
Cast: Energy Burst - Vampire (30 spell Damage)
Cast: Summon Anti-Magic Wisps (5 summoned at 15 magic, useable next round)
Atk: Vampire
Use: Water Child - Endurance
Hp: 30/20
Mp: 0
AP: 2
(I'm only doing this because they're evil. Laz isn't Evil, just power hungry. But he still goes many more good deeds than evil. )
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 9:40 pm
"Not zombies, dwarf." Vincent said calmly, "You can put your weapons away. We are but adventurers like yourselves."
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