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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 5:04 pm
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There isn't much to really be said here. You've been camped at the rubble of your old lair for about three days, kept warm by using ruined support beams for firewood, still-standing parts of the keep for shelter from the mountain's storms, and melting the snow on the mountain to use as a water source. Your food came from a less honorable source: Your master, cooked nicely from his own conflagration, has helped to feed you during your planning time.
But, today, after your wounds have healed, your master's corpse is beginning to decompose from freezer burn. Soon, your food supply will be completely destroyed. Out of force of necessity, you will need to depart from your old residence.
The town your master besieged lies to the foot of the mountain, while the range continues on to the south. You know from experience that caves dwell about 3 miles away from your current location, populated by an enclave of dwarfs deep within the recesses. The east and the western directions are open plains for miles, with the occasional hill or small clutch of trees here and there. You can see the ocean on the horizon to the west, and to the east, you see great, forested hills begin to rise.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 5:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 5:54 pm
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Alaric rose from the pile of rubble, an empty bottle in his hand. This was more difficult than it seemed, as whatever he had decided to sleep under had decided to crumble when he'd slept. Funny, he thought. Why did I fall asleep here? He squinted his eyes at the sun and rubbed his head. Hung over, again. Then tried to take a draught from his bottle, which only confused him more, before realizing it was empty. That's when Alaric remembered the collapsing tower and the roving band of heroes. Killed his boss. Bummer. Now he'd have to find a job. Unless... he scratched his beard. What had the griffon said? Something about scouting? Ah, well. He shouted to the rest of the camp, loud enough to wake them up unless they were at least as drunk as he typically was. "Hey, everybody up! We gotta get packed and moving. Ugh, my head..." He clutched his head, hung over, and tried dimly to pick through the rubble for his pack.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 6:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 6:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 6:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 6:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 6:42 pm
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Seaorin poked at the fire with the remains of axe-haft, staring into it like it held some great secret. He looked up at the two who were coming out of their respective piles. "As you've probably guessed, it's morning. Do you always have to be drunk, Alaric? Cuiatl, I don't think I'd be on friendly terms with anyone, ever. Just not good with people I guess." He says, snapping an old finger bone in half.
He stood up and stretched his spine and limbs popping and cracking after having sat still so long. "I hate watch. It's always so du-" He starts before the Druid sets his centipedes on the corpse. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? I have plans for that, you know. And I am going to start now!" He yells.
Picking up his pack he flips it open and begins pouring black stones out of it. "Move." He commands the Druid, and begins speaking in a languange that seeps of horrid torture and rent souls.
((Casting Greater Animate Undead, with the option to restore flying to skeletons. Making all skeletons, 64 HD worth))
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 7:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 7:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 8:03 pm
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Ugh. Bickering already. Such little rabble. Honestly, what ever did they gain by going on and on like this? Kaidahthuan sat in her degrading hovel, sifting through all her spells and finalizing her transformation. Each spell would take a minute or more to recuperate from, but it would ensure that she was ready for anything, and as invulnerable as ever. For the moment, she decided to avoid casting the Repulsion field - the griffon wouldn't be able to even come back after he had wandered off.
Lumbering out of the ruined cavern, Kaidahthuan's red dragon form emerges and surveys her current compatriots. She'd been debating what to do now, and suddenly everyone was arguing about what to do with her former employer. It was a corpse. Not even a terribly useful corpse. Honestly.
"Just let the necrophile desecrate the body as much as he likes. Tools are useful things all around, and there's plenty of other corpses littering the ground if you really want fertilizer. We could always just use the town down below for fertilizer, if you would prefer a larger bounty. I'd rather we just make them our vassals, though..." Kaidathuan's telepathic voice echoed within the minds of everyone within one hundred feet of her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:02 pm
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Kazenai Blackhawk was never found amongst the rabble of commoners during the night. For this elf of fire, he took up residence within an adjacent plane for every time he took up to slumber. All it took was a little bit of rope and a quick word, and the mage was gone for the whole night. His camp was not on the ground, it was within a little pocket dimension he himself had set-up when he was out of his normal residence.
For as long as he could remember, there was little he had to worry about. A little silver ring on his right hand had given him his nutrition; it even reduced the amount of hours he had to rest. The ring itself was tipped with a diamond, which itself was engraved with what could only be best described as the majestic black-feathered hawk. Short of an anti-magic field, he could survive wherever he wished, whenever he wished.
"Quite so." He murmured as he descended upon the mortal planes. Never once did his feet touch the ground, he had chosen to let a very majestic, phoenix-feathered cloak that hung from his shoulders negate his connection to gravity.
"Now that our so-called Master is quite gone, I know of a small city within this plane of reality, on this world, that we may visit to recuperate in the safe confines of one of my loyal subjects." There was a touch of relief within his tone as he spoke. Yet it was not without malice towards the dragon whom they called 'Master.' "Unless there lies other plans."
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 9:07 pm
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Alaric laughed, smiling at Seaorin. "Well, why do you always have to be sober? I bet you're fun drunk." He grabbed for another bottle and took a slug. "Besides, I've been told I fight better drunk. And who am I to argue with that. Just the way of these things, friend." He scratched his beard thoughtfully as he thought of their options, his pack sitting next to him. He looked at Mehecuiatl, then pointed off towards the mountains. "My vote's toward the dwarves, actually. More isolated, less mages to deal with, plus better booze." He laughed, then pointed to his former boss. "He might not fit, though. Still, Seaorin, he could guard the fortress while we go. Right?" He gestured wildly with the bottle. He was most coherent in the morning after a few drinks. And the years with the monks made him a reasonable thinker and strategist if he wasn't totally smashed.
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Plainsfox rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 5:04 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 6:25 am
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