Ongoing Games (In-Character)Play-by-post games are going on in this forum as we speak (well, read). All threads on this board are actual games, so please, only post on a thread if you are a player of that game.
Bronsk
the wolf glances at the others with yellow lamp-like eyes, and returns his gaze to the lizardfolk and the lady from the museum, watching them carefully to see what they do next.
__________________
"Where is the Wisdom of one who only quotes the Wise?" ~Maboroshi
"What do you think ? Was she the one who screamed ? She doesn't seem to be endangered by this lizardman. Should we take them to task ? They might react hostile ...", whispers Ayrin close to her two new companions.
__________________
Behold my magnetoresistance !
Inkatar !
Spoiler
Quote:
Originally Posted by ORione
I'm a LE zombie-making necromancer, and you're freaking me out.
Quote:
Originally Posted by KillingAScarab
This isn't just any drow. This is a drow who is willing to have a good-aligned flying snake come out of her body so she can then fart rainbows.
Last edited by Amiria : 03-08-2007 at 07:02 PM.
Reason: mispelling
Karl rolls his eyes. He steps forward, and shouts Pyra sheal zakrath! A blaze of fire spreads from his hands, encasing the woman and the lizardman. As he does so, his body ripples, hair growing out, and his face growing forward like a dog.
Tyrgen
Cursing profanely at the rash outbreak of violence, Tyrgen steps out quickly to the front of the group. He raises his weapon high, ready to bring it down in a moment if necessary, and shouts "Surrender, or be cut down!"
__________________
Big time Fantasy Craft fan. (Just don't ask me to explain why warhammers do subdual damage)
The lady jumps into the wall and uses the momentum to jump over the flames, thus avoiding any harm except for a few burnt hairs. The lizardcreature however, doesn't manage to react quickly enough and takes the full effect of the flame. The appearance of a werewolf and his companions seems to scare the lady, and she makes a hasty retreat in order to put distance between herself and the attackers. The lizardman however, steps forward, ready to swing his club into Karl.
Bronsk
The wolf's ears flatten against its head as the violence erupts around him. Trusting Lisaa to reason with the others, the wolf circles around, wedging itself between the werewolf and the lizardman, glancing from one to the other with teeth bared, menacingly.
__________________
"Where is the Wisdom of one who only quotes the Wise?" ~Maboroshi
"I said hold it !" shouts Lisaa at the were-Karl. To put emphasis to her words she stays right in front of him and changes into hybrid form. Hair sprouts on her body, her face changes into a half-wolf visage and her hands grow claws.
__________________
Behold my magnetoresistance !
Inkatar !
Spoiler
Quote:
Originally Posted by ORione
I'm a LE zombie-making necromancer, and you're freaking me out.
Quote:
Originally Posted by KillingAScarab
This isn't just any drow. This is a drow who is willing to have a good-aligned flying snake come out of her body so she can then fart rainbows.
Karl steps back in shock, his face warping back to human, his hair receding, his claws sliding back into his hands.
Then he steps past Amira.
That's to show you our power. Now, put up your hands and get on your knees!
Realizing that he is outnumbered and facing creatures far powerful than normal human beings, the Lizardfolk resigns and gets down on his knees with a hostile growl. The lady however, begins to run away as quickly as she can.
Tyrgen
Stop her! Tyrgen shouts to the wolf Bronsk. He glances at the others around him, uncertain whether he should change as well, but the ingrained habit of keeping his nature a secret prevails for the moment, and he simply moves to stand guard over the prone Lizardman, holding his Glaive ready to pound the creature's head with the flat of the blade in case the creature tries anything.
(Readies non-lethal attack on Lizardman)
__________________
Big time Fantasy Craft fan. (Just don't ask me to explain why warhammers do subdual damage)
Bronsk
The yellow-eyed wolf glares at Tyrgen and Karl, but glances at Lisaa with a look of sadness in his eyes before setting off at a lope to catch up with the lady, tongue lolling as he moves.
__________________
"Where is the Wisdom of one who only quotes the Wise?" ~Maboroshi
The woman is running swiftly and unsteadily, as if she is caught by panic. However, Bronsk is quicker and gets closer to her with each step he takes. The woman dives in on a different tunnel, and Bronsk turns the corner... only to find a red and purple wand pointed at him. The woman swiftly swings the wand down towards him and utters a desperate "stay". Bronsk feels magic flow out from the wand and into him.
A look of relief flashes across the lady's eyes as she pockets the wand again and runs away from Bronsk towards a nearby exit. Before the magic even has a chance to wear off, she has gotten out of the sewers and back to the surface.
Tyrgen swears again. He looks a little lost, and turns to Lisaa. Can you help him?, he asks, nodding at Bronsk, before snarling You stay still! And you! at the Lizardman and Karl.
__________________
Big time Fantasy Craft fan. (Just don't ask me to explain why warhammers do subdual damage)
Bronsk
Gathering internal force, the wolf concentrates and breaks free of the enchantment like a dog shaking off water. With a bound, it begins sniffing around the ground where the lady has stood...
but with a droop of the head, it turns and pads back to the assembled group, and past them, to around a corner. There's a brief organic noise and a bit of shuffling around accompanied by quiet swearing in Nord. after a few seconds, Bronsk rounds the corner, tying up a pair of trousers and fumbling with a shirt.
__________________
"Where is the Wisdom of one who only quotes the Wise?" ~Maboroshi
Karl smiles darkly at the lizard, seemingly oblivious to the anger of the others.
So it seems your escape didn't go as well as you thought it would, eh?
Bronsk
still swearing underneath his breath in Nord, Bronsk pushes his way through the group, his hands reaching into one of the pouches at his belt and retrieving a small stoppered flask and a roll of gauze.
"Excuse me, friend. Let me see to your burns." Bronsk gestures to the patch on his sleeve in the shape of a cross with a green leaf: the sign of a healer and herbalist.
Hoping this will go some way towards apology, Bronsk will dress the creature's burns with a cooling salve and gauze. Heal - (1d20+11)[26]
As a finishing touch, Bronsk concentrates. Channeling the power of the nurturing spirits, Bronsk casts a spell designed to cure minor wounds.
(+3hp restored)
__________________
"Where is the Wisdom of one who only quotes the Wise?" ~Maboroshi
The creature flashes a slightly mocking grin when he realizes that the Lady got away. He then stares oddly at Bronsk who tends to his burns. The mixture of tender care and simple curative magic eases the pain and heals parts of the burnt flesh, yet the Lizardcreature still growls towards Karl. "Who are you, and how did you find me so fast?"
Who I am is not important. Know only that I'm a powerful sorcerer... and that's how I found you so fast. As soon as you entered the sewers I knew. Karl reciprocates his mocking smile. Did you really think you could slip away so easily? The important thing is you're not escaping anymore, you're going back.
RSS Feeds: 
Re: The Silver Stars of the Eclipsing Moon
