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 Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 9:27 am
Erron nodded "Not only have our constant encounteres with enemies taught me to better control the Ki in my body and focus it into my fists as I fight, The Gilded Armguards are magical as well, and reinforce the effect...we should make haste, if we do not finish our business promptly we may become part of the horde that wanders beneath our feet.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 10:03 am
The Group arrives at the specified Tomb. The magical barrier fluctuates with an amethyst glow as it ripples and retracts before re-expanding again.
As the Wardstone nears the barrier, it shines bright momentarily then recedes to either side of the entrance, leaving a sizeable pathway.
There is no light inside the tomb. There is little sound other than the occasional drip of water or creaking of wood. You gather your breath as you prepare to enter this forsaken place.
(It is advised that either the cleric or arcanist use a "Light" spell, this rudimentary cantrip may be cast without penalty to create a small light orb to follow them around. Alternatively, the Arcanist may cast "Enchant Weapon" on a teammates' weapon to give it a bright glow with a larger radius at the cost of one spell slot.)
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 2:19 pm
Selce motioned at Tjaden. "Here, now for a while your sword shall cleave anything we may find here, even a shade or ghost. But you must know it won't last forever. She laid a hand on Tjaden's sword hilt and cast an ENCHANT WEAPON spell on it. "If you would be so kind, your sword will also light our way." She said and stepped back.
She pulled out the Wardstone from its protective cloths and pushes the Stone into the center of the ward protecting the tomb. A bubble seemed to shimmer into existence before the stone touched it. A hole began to form in the side of the shield just large enough for two people to enter abreast. Selce smiled sweetly and asked. "Shall we?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 3:47 pm
Kal watched the shining sword and glowy door thing. He lived around humans in the city, magic wasn't new to him. He awaited the rest to go through. He'd enter last or near last, he wanted to be in the shadows. In the shadows was his home.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 6:50 am
Tjaden nodded assuredly to Selce's comment and watched, amazed, as his sword began to glow. He reserved any statement on the wonderment of magic until after the journey they were about to make...provided, of course, they survived.
As the curtain of energy parted, allowing them to move inside, it was Tjaden who strode forward first, his eyes alert and his mind clear as his vision pierced the dancing shadows that gave way before him for any sign of danger. He moved slow and cautiously, sword raised high and shield before him, a look of grim determination on his face. His long brown hair rippled slightly as the new draft of fresh air replaced the stale, trapped air.
He suddenly felt more comfortable than he had since leaving his desert home. Distrusted as an outsider in human society and hated in the city they were now trying to help, Tjaden had been ostracized for the better part of his journey. Erron had been among the first to show him any real compassion and this group the only ones to give him real acceptance. It did not escape him that, by enchanting his weapon with magic and light, Selce and the rest of the party were trusting him, actually trusting him, to fight along with them. The lives of each person in the party and their continued survival was dependent on each other. The weight of this responsibility, coupled with the enormous expectations of ability and morals that came with it, gave meaning to Tjaden's path. He had always known he wanted to help people and he had been trained to protect his Tribe, before their downfall. Now, he was doing both protecting and helping...and then it dawned on him. What if his calling was not to simply follow the ancestors and protect his tribe? What if he could follow his own heart ? What if he could believe in all things and protect all those in need.
What if his tribe was not the small community of Orcs that had raised him, but consisted of all the living things that strove for good, aided others, and in turn, were in need?
It was a momentous revelation, one he had to come to terms with, and a thought process which, though it had taken only a few seconds, begged further meditation. Until then, Tjaden would remain focused on the task at hand, content with the thought that all living things where his tribe and his ancestors where all those who came before him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:33 am
(Beautiful post Kai; long winded, but beautiful biggrin )
As the group began to wander through the tomb, it became evident via the light shining from Tjaden's enchanted weapon that there were obvious draconic influences in the architecture and masonry of the crypt-like complex. Numerous dragon statues and serpentine stonework are abundant throughout every wall of the room.
A few side passages lie on either side of you, as well as a more ornate door directly in front of you. The four passages are rather unremarkable aside from the deep blackness that pervades all sight. The door on the other hand has a carved figure of a dragon's head extruding from the surface of the portal, its eyes glowing red with gems in its sockets.
You must choose your path.
1: Front Left Passage
2: Rear Left Passage
3: Front Right Passage
4: Rear Right Passage
5: Ornate Door
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 12:19 pm
Erron inspects the crossroads they are looking at and frowns as he says "Seems like right off the bat we are faced with a difficult decision, we could split up, each taking a separate path and one taking a partner but that seems like a quick way to a dirt nap, we could split our party in half and take two pathways at once, then after some time return to report our findings.... or we can simply take the most decorated direction and hope we don't get surrounded by the undead.
He turned to the party's ranger and inquired. "I don't suppose you can make out any sort of tracks in the dust?"
(Sorry that I wasn't here, haven't been able to get on the computer)
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 2:52 pm
Tjaden huffed at Erron's suggestion.
"That is, assuming, there are any tracks to find." Tjaden said, thinking outloud.
"..and I don't thinking splitting up in such a dangerous environment is the most ideal course of action."
The orc bent closer, inspecting the ornate door, searching for any clue on its decorative surface.
"I am rather partial of the direct route, provided of course, we will assume the creators of this tomb where not interested in being crafty."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:14 pm
((Tjaden just inadvertently selected your path lol ))
As Tjaden neared the ornate door, the dragon's head came to life, its eyes still a fiery red, though since the head was still only a decoration on the portal itself, it did nothing more than take a glance at each of the trespassers.
After it had finished its gazing, it then began to speak, some type of magic was in place, for it spoke in the native tongues of each of the travelers at the same time as well as allowing them each to hear it separately from the others.
"Entrance to the Shrine of Drahk is for those who truly follow the ways of the dragon. Those who wish to pass, must answer these three riddles in turn.
Should your faith be weak and your cunning dull, then you shall feel the fire of retribution. Answer all three correctly and you may gain entrance to the audience chamber of the Shrine of Drahk.
Whoever wishes to initiate the first test, place your hand upon the ruby to your left in the door frame."
(After activating the first gem, all players will be able to answer; however, to confirm your answer, you must place your hand upon the specified gemstone. If the answer is incorrect, the said player will be struck with moderate fire damage, this is before resistance, toughness or dodge factored in. Good Luck!)
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:03 pm
Erron sighs then walks up beside Tjaden and places his palm on the first stone, he says with a chuckle "Always liked riddles, though I don't know if I like how he said 'may'"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:44 pm
The dragon head turned and gazed into the monk's eyes.
"I am one of your most prized possessions.
I am rarely ever seen by anyone.
When others look at me, they know nothing of me.
If you tell someone else about me, I am gone forever.
Who or what am I?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 3:36 am
Kal listened to the odd and mysterious poem. Sadness? he thought to himself. He shifted uneasily, the flames of retribution weren't very comforting.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 9:09 pm
Tjaden was startled by the head coming to life. Blasted magic, never made anything easy.
As he listened to the riddle, Tjaden's countenance furrowed into a thoughtful expression. He looked from Erron to Selce, the two he figured the answer would come from. Selce was knowledgable on many subjects, having spent time in studious retreat. Erron was wise and patient, having trained himself to be observant.
"I assume we may speak freely of our suspicions." Tjaden said tentatively. He was unsure of just how this door was supposed to work. He always hated the "riddle" test. It just proved you were smart or lucky and did not test any true quality of character. In this case, such a flaw in the puzzle was on their side, as he was comfortable in assuming none of them were followers of 'Drahk.'
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 2:10 pm
Selce had been caught off guard by the talking dragon head. She had expected something magical from it but not a riddle. She began to puzzle out the answer as best she could. She sighed as she thought about it. She shook her head slightly and continued thinking for an answer.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 9:13 am
Erron quietly stares into the cold, crimson eyes of the door's guardian before addressing it "Those would be secrets, would they not?"
He tensed his legs in case his guess was off the mark.
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