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Thread: The Catacombs of Wild Energy
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2014-06-03, 09:35 PM (ISO 8601)
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The old drow sighs. "I'm getting paranoid." Raril steps up to the boat and only hesitates a moment before carefully climbing in.
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2014-06-03, 09:37 PM (ISO 8601)
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Mist climbs in as well. "I'd reassure you, but that'd only jinx the whole thing." he says with a smiling flick of his tail.
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2014-06-03, 09:38 PM (ISO 8601)
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Helen nods and says, "Shall we, then?" as she enters the boat.
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2014-06-03, 09:44 PM (ISO 8601)
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Thorvard unties the boat
Row, row, row your boat... gently across the... subterranean lake...
For a time, there is nothing but the creak and groan of the oars. The soft splashing of the water, and the occasional drip in the distance. They soon leave the shore in the distance, following the tracer true toward the temple, and making good time.
A fish jumps, startled by the passing boat, leaving echoes in the stillness... echoes that don't seem to fade the way they ought to. Thorvard stops rowing, but splashing noises not only continue, but grow ever louder.
I have a bad feeling about this...Last edited by Fenric; 2014-06-04 at 07:42 PM.
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2014-06-04, 08:06 PM (ISO 8601)
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Helen looks around, and says, "I'll help row. It sounds like whatever that is is in the water. If we can make it to land, we should be safe."
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2014-06-04, 08:14 PM (ISO 8601)
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Mist nods, fear growing. Gods dammit, he's seen Episode 1, he didn't need to imagine anything like that in this lake.
"Yeah, I'd say full speed ahead. I don't want to be in the middle of the water if those keep getting louder."Spako Highclaws by Ceika.
[Sorry Boss, but as always, I get the last word.]
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2014-06-04, 09:07 PM (ISO 8601)
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Full speed ahead it is... except it doesn't really seem to help: the sound grows louder, more insistent, and more distinct. Thorvard is in the prow looking around.
I'd swear it was running water.
He frowns - is the boat starting to go even faster?
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2014-06-04, 09:14 PM (ISO 8601)
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Helen swears as her inner ear of terror sends one very specific message to the brain. "WATERFALL!" She shouts as she tries to paddle and reverse course.
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2014-06-04, 09:20 PM (ISO 8601)
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"I hate boats." Raril mumbles, digging through his pack again. "None of you would happen to have a grappling hook, would you?" It was one of the few items he didn't carry, usually able to simply levitate up to where he needed to get. And while that might keep him from going over the falls, it was not going to do a thing to help his new friends.
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2014-06-04, 09:20 PM (ISO 8601)
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Mist sighs. He's got no idea what's going on. He pulls out a grappling hook from his coat pocket.
"If it is, I can at least try to anchor us if there's a rock or something nearby."Spako Highclaws by Ceika.
[Sorry Boss, but as always, I get the last word.]
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2014-06-04, 09:25 PM (ISO 8601)
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The boat goes faster still, and rowing makes precious little difference anymore. Thorvard looks back.
It's not loud enough for a water...
His words are cut off as current grips the little boat with the fury of a fallen angel and shoots it forward and downward, causing him to face-plant on the floor: not the sheer drop of a waterfall, but the round-walled shaft of a sluiceway. The torrent is noisy, but not thunderous, and so it could not be clearly heard at a distance. The tunnel is quite smooth, but hardly straight - you might want to sit down around now.Last edited by Fenric; 2014-06-04 at 09:25 PM.
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2014-06-04, 09:27 PM (ISO 8601)
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Mist was already sitting, but now he's basically lowering himself to the floor as far as possible. He's on a log flume with no safety bar. He doesn't want to be on this ride!
Spako Highclaws by Ceika.
[Sorry Boss, but as always, I get the last word.]
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2014-06-04, 09:28 PM (ISO 8601)
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Helen grabs both sides of the boat, and shouts, "WHOA! WHERE IS THIS TAKING US!" over the roar of the white water.
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2014-06-04, 09:30 PM (ISO 8601)
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Side to side! Round and round! Terrifying drops and shuddering crashes, sudden turns and drenching splashes!
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2014-06-04, 09:31 PM (ISO 8601)
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Raril grips the side of the boat in terror. "We're going to drown!" He decides, sinking as low into the boat as possible. The others might pick up on a high pitched whine coming from him shortly afterwards.
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2014-06-04, 09:41 PM (ISO 8601)
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One last dreadful plunge, easily 20 feet of freefall, and then...
the quiet stillness of another lake, broken only by the gurgle of entering water and the sound of waves lapping the shore up ahead...
... and the crunch of footsteps on gravel.Last edited by Fenric; 2014-06-04 at 09:41 PM.
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2014-06-04, 09:43 PM (ISO 8601)
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Helen takes a couple of deep breaths while her brain makes sure all her bits are still attached, before asking, "Is everyone still okay?"
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2014-06-04, 09:47 PM (ISO 8601)
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Mist sits up and dusts himself off. "Yeah, fine. That was just weird."
He checks the tracer again. Can they still go where it points?Spako Highclaws by Ceika.
[Sorry Boss, but as always, I get the last word.]
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2014-06-04, 09:53 PM (ISO 8601)
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Thorvard picks himself up from the floor, blood streaming from his broken nose.
Not drowned... I suppose that counts.
The rowboat crunches to a halt, prow stuck fast in the gravel. The tracer points ahead. From that general direction comes
...crunch... crunch... crunch...
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2014-06-04, 09:57 PM (ISO 8601)
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Helen stops, and quietly says, "Does anyone else hear footsteps? Like someone coming towards us?" as she slowly and quietly draws her daggers.
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2014-06-04, 10:00 PM (ISO 8601)
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"Shh." Raril hisses, "Someone's coming." The drow whispered a word in his native tongue and simply... vanished. A moment later, the boat rocked and was suddenly without his weight. Presumably invisible, Raril levitates away from the boat and gently touches down onto the gravel shore, wanting to get the drop on who or what ever might be coming their way, should they prove hostile.
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2014-06-04, 10:03 PM (ISO 8601)
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Mist shifts to fox-shape as he hops out of the boat, hopefully being able to use the boat as cover so he can peek out and look around at what's coming without it/them being able to see him.
Spako Highclaws by Ceika.
[Sorry Boss, but as always, I get the last word.]
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2014-06-05, 10:41 AM (ISO 8601)
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Thorvard turns, still in the boat, holding his nose.
Vat now?
There isn't long to wait: around the corner comes a figure dressed in ornate black enameled armor with a white skull on the breastplate and a leering skull helmet, and bearing a large jagged black sword. The gaunt, dead face inside may once of been an elf, but the burning red orbs hanging in the empty eye sockets are filled with hate and hunger. Unfortunately, invisibility doesn't seem to impress it very much and it lurches toward Raril.
Thorvard jumps out of the boat.
Verdammt! Priestess, quick: bless our weapons so we can hit it!Last edited by Fenric; 2014-06-05 at 10:41 AM.
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2014-06-05, 02:14 PM (ISO 8601)
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Helen prays quickly, and the group's weapons may begin to glow as the spell takes hold, allowing them to damage the monstrosity.
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2014-06-05, 02:16 PM (ISO 8601)
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Mist would swear, but he doesn't want to give himself away. He'll let Raril and Thor handle this guy for now; they seem more experienced. He'll just wait for his chance to find a chink in that armor and shove a knife in its back if they can't handle it on their own.
Spako Highclaws by Ceika.
[Sorry Boss, but as always, I get the last word.]
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2014-06-05, 07:30 PM (ISO 8601)
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Raril curses and draws, not his main blades, but a dagger from his boot. An angry cry sounds, not from the drow, but from the blade. He lunges forward, feinting and dropping low to get inside the dead elf's reach. As he steps close, a flash of silver white light erupts from a silver studded belt on his waist, revealing the drow. The blade itself, an intelligent item, glows silver and hold an absolute hatred for undead.
SpoilerThe blade allows critical hits and such on undead, and thanks to the belt is considered silvered. The belt in addition to granting the silver property to all of his weapons has a Daylight Spell like effect, for vampires and the like.~Amor Vincit Omnia~I have a Youtube Channel
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2014-06-05, 08:30 PM (ISO 8601)
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Raril's ferocity certainly disrupts the initial assault, but this was no novice in life. Raril finds the knight's razor sharp blade flicked down and swept sideways in a bid to shear his hand off at the wrist rather than any attempt to parry the blade itself. A cold voice echoes in the chamber
The master is dead, so instead you all will join me here in everlasting twilight.
Thorvard grumbles
Why do they think that will be any help? Anyone recognize the symbol? Any hints might be useful...Last edited by Fenric; 2014-06-05 at 08:30 PM.
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2014-06-05, 08:36 PM (ISO 8601)
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Helen shakes her head as she continues praying, eventually trying to sneak around the undead elf and do what damage she can to it.
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2014-06-05, 09:02 PM (ISO 8601)
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The undead's blade strikes true, shearing through the fabric and sparking off the metal bracers Raril wore beneath. The drow gives barely a thought in graefulness for their protection before continuing to press his attack. With his free hand, he tries to grab at the other elf's wrist, in a hope to disarm, but to at the very least redirect the sword so that Raril can try and slip his dagger into a vulnerable spot, such as a gap in the armor under the arm.
"Skulls are a bit common!" The drow snarls in reply, a little too focused on not losing a limb to think over the question properly.~Amor Vincit Omnia~I have a Youtube Channel
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2014-06-05, 09:06 PM (ISO 8601)
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Touching a Death Knight is a shocking experience - lightning courses out into Raril as the Knight's other gauntleted fist makes a rapid approach toward Raril's nose.
Thorvard curses and leaps out toward the knight
Hey, ugly! Old skull face can't save you now!
This, surprisingly enough, draws the thing's attention and it looks away from Raril, mid-swing.Last edited by Fenric; 2014-06-05 at 09:07 PM.