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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
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 Posted - 10 May 2006 : 21:10:48
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"A fair trade if ever there was one," beams Multhimmer, and he goes about fishing out the gold coins which seem to come endlessly from a small pocket in his waistcoat.
He accepts the bundle of bracers and stashes them in a bag, also impossibly small to hold the items, but they seem to have no trouble fitting in.
With the deal done, Multhimmer continues his trade boisterously, collering a passer-by and beginning a tale about the silver kettle he holds. |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
1176 Posts |
Posted - 11 May 2006 : 16:39:41
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Selm accepts the gold, and watches with amusement as the merchant quickly
latches on to the next potential customer. "Shall we go back to the others
and split this up, along with the rest of the gold that Bach has been
looking after?" he asks Emillo and Caylith.
Emilo watches the whole scene between the merchant and Selm with interest. The two barter like old pro's, each trying to vie for control over the other. Amazingly neither really got the better of the other, although he was sure the merchant would make well above the gold he'd spent for the bracers. Then Selm asked the question.
"Aye Selm, it would appear that our business is done here. Although, I woulds't wish to talk to another merchant for just awhile. I shall meet thee at the inn?"
After hearing what Selm has to say, he shifts off into the crowd looking for a weapons merchant. |
Edited by - Kaladorm on 11 May 2006 19:03:54 |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
1176 Posts |
Posted - 11 May 2006 : 19:03:40
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After searching in vain, he finally comes to the conclusion that the guy whom Selm dealt with was the only dealer around, and his prices were far above his means. So, he made his way to the group knowing they would have to hit the trail soon enough.
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
1176 Posts |
Posted - 12 May 2006 : 12:21:03
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Gathering together their posessions (after having split the spoils of their previous battles), the party prepare to depart. They bid farewell to Holfast and set out to the north, with Emillo leading the way along the banks of the River Ashaba. The weather is bright but chill.
Rhiannon spends a moment in prayer once they get out into the wilds, and her affinity for the natural world aids the party well, when she predicts a storm brewing over the next few days.
A few hours after highsun, Emillo calls a halt to the party. Peering around intently, he searches again for the disturbance in the water, and the rustle in the bushes that caught his attention. As Rhiannon and Selm follow the elf's gaze, they see two creatures hunched ready to strike.
They charge the party ferociously, arms dangling and dragging along the ground. Emillo cries out "Trolls!" as they approach, and draws his weapon |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
1176 Posts |
Posted - 17 May 2006 : 17:00:57
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The trolls begin salivating and thin lines of drool hang from their mouths as they run headlong into the group. One of the trolls heads towards Emillo, standing ahead of the party, the other makes to run past him towards Daleson, resplendant in his plate armour at the point of the group.
Emillo watched as the trolls advanced and knew that he had to slow these guys down. Instantly the words of the spell came to his mind, his hand extended infront of him. "Bless me with thy spell oh Mystra..." His voice was low but concentrating hard. The grasses and reeds on the banks of the Ashaba twist and turn, invading the trail and hindering movement. The animated plants clutch at the ankles of the monstrous trolls, but their momentum carries them ever forwards towards their goal, the grasses snapping beneath their feet.
Calm in the face of the attack, Selm offers a prayer to his goddess Eldath. A warm sense of well being emanates from him, and those closest to him feel suddenly at peace. There is no need for fear and with that realisation their weapons seem a little lighter, their movements a little more relaxed.
The trolls barrell hard into their intended targets, their arms swinging and their dripping maws snapping wildly. Emillo recieves a glancing blow from a rubbery fist, and Daleson sustains a gash his neck from a dirty claw.
As Bach fumbles to prepare some spell components, Daleson defends himself with his shield, trying to draw the morningstar at his belt and shouts "Someone get some oil ready. When I'm done pulping them, we will need to douse them in flames."
Rhiannon moves over to the troll engaging the paladin, and whispers a dark prayer to Mielikki, placing her hand on the distracted trolls back. The scent of rot and decay coming from the tthings body becomes even stronger as maggots begin to pulsate underneath it's skin and along it's spine. The maggots occasionally break the surface but the wounds are healed almost instantly by the trolls regeneration.
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
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Posted - 30 May 2006 : 11:59:40
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Emillo smiles with satisfaction as he strikes solidly on the Troll. His blade doing fair enough damage he was sure. Suddenly his mirth is cut short, for the blow in which the Troll connects is both powerful and deadly. Latching both claws onto the elf, the troll shakes him like a ragdoll, ripping into Emillo with it's long dirty claws. Emillos' eyes roll back into his head as he flops to the ground, the world fast fading from his slow beating heart.
Seeing his fallen comrade, Selm rushes over to help. The now blood-crazed troll swings it's arms wildly in it's frenzy, and interferes with the delicate gestures needed to summon healing magic, and Selms call for help goes unanswered by his goddess.
In the centre of the fray, the party begin to surround the closest troll. Caylith's vicious sword bites deep, stinging her in the process but causing a far more grievous wound to her target. The troll continues it's swiping and biting at Daleson, but cannot penetrate his armour. The beasts swings start to weaken as the maggots finally take a hold and burrow deeper into it's nervous system. It continues it's focus on the paladin, even when Bach summons a being of fire to aid them. Though it flinches away from the flaming blows, it's madness at it's target cannot be swayed easily.
As Daleson strikes it with his morningstar, the weapon thudding into it's soft hide, a small storm brews above the party. With a flash and a deafening roar, a single stroke of lightning blasts into the troll, aimed by Rhiannon's hand who smiles grimly as nature answers her call.
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
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Posted - 30 May 2006 : 12:10:07
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Seeing it's new target in front of it, the troll leaps forward to attack Selm. Latching it's teeth onto his neck, the troll rips a huge chunk of flesh from around his shoulder muscles, and Selm gasps in pain. He attempts again to heal Emillo's wounds as he lies bleeding on the floor, but the pain of the attack makes his words falter, and again his prayer goes unanswered. His own wounds however suddenly hurt less, and the bleeding slows as the skin starts to bind together again. Surprised by this, Selm hazards a glance behind him to see Rhiannon, standing with a wand of healing magic pointed at him.
As Caylith lands another blow with her sword, the troll's eyes roll back in it's head. With a gurgling roar it collapses to the ground, it's eyes closed. Even as the others move to save Selm and Emillo, it's wounds begin to close, and it's eyes flicker open again.
Bach's fiery companion, knowing it's enemy, rushes towards the remaining troll and batters it with it's fiery fists as missiles of pure arcane energy slam into the troll.
"We need to finish them!" Daleson calls with fury, praying to Lathander to guide his blow. He swipes at his new target, not taking the time to check if anyone has doused the downed troll with oil.
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
1176 Posts |
Posted - 03 Jun 2006 : 18:12:45
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As Daleson rushes off to protect his comrades, Caylith takes her sword to the downed troll. Conscious, but yet unable to recover fully, the troll bares it's fangs in abject loathing, as the half-dragon moves to make the killing blow. Her sword strikes straight through the things neck, cauterising the wound with its dark energy and preventing the troll from ever recovering.
Rhiannon directs her second stroke of lightning at the remaining troll, and the force of the blow, coupled with a torrent of magic missiles from Bach's direction, help to finally force the troll into unconsciousness whilst it heals it's wounds. Grunting with pain, Selm forces himself out of the way of Rhiannon and Bach's magical assault on the troll. Seeing it downed, he quickly moves over to Emillo and begins praying to Eldath for the ability to heal the ranger.
Gently he places his hand on the Emillo's chest, feeling the weakly beating heart, and channelling divine power into his body. Bach gives a weary sigh and sets his elemental on the grisly task of immolating the corpses of the trolls. Not giving it a chance to recover, the fire elemental batters the still form with it's fiery fists, eventually igniting the beasts rubbery hide and leaving it a charred mess, before vanishing back to the elemental plane of fire.
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
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Posted - 05 Jun 2006 : 19:44:50
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After a short time to recover from battle, the party continue on their journey. After an hour, Emillo again calls a halt to the party, as the sound of a minor battle echoes across the eerie forest trail
A couple of hundred yars ahead by the sides of the river, two insectlike beings spar with each other. Each has a trident in his hand, and bears a heavy shield in one of it's six appendages. They wield their weapons expertly, and do not notice the adventures so far away. |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
1176 Posts |
Posted - 05 Jun 2006 : 19:45:21
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Emillo slips back to the company and speaks in a tone not loud enough to carry over the winds. "Friends, due to our injured state I would advise caution. I think we should slip around these creatures and not risk further injury. Whilst I am nay afraid, I think fighting would be ill advised."
“I concur," replies Bach, "this is no quarrel of ours. I would however prefer to have the element of surprise if we are forced to deal with these creatures. I believe one of us should try to speak to the creatures if the rest of you are so inclined but we should take measures for the likely retribution. I have the power to hide two of our number from the view of the creatures and I still posses powerful battle magics.” |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
1176 Posts |
Posted - 06 Jun 2006 : 11:32:57
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| "Let us keep our distance, yet let them know we are here. Do not make any hostile actions. Keep your swords at the ready, but not out. If they wish to parley, they can come to us. If they bar our way, then we will approach them and find their intent." |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
1176 Posts |
Posted - 23 Jun 2006 : 16:13:45
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As the group approaches, Emillo skulks along slightly apart from the group, his bow drawn and an arrow ready in his hand.
Approximately 150ft away, the beasts turn their eyes towards the group. The black bulbs on their head glow an ugly red, and they charge at the approaching party with their harpoons.
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
1176 Posts |
Posted - 23 Jun 2006 : 16:16:01
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| As they approach, Bach calls out a warning to his friends, "Beware, these creatures are Mezzoloths, a type of Yugoloth, which are evil supernatural beings from the lower planes. These creatures are immune to fire!" |
Edited by - Kaladorm on 05 Jul 2006 00:12:07 |
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Kaladorm
Master of Realmslore
United Kingdom
1176 Posts |
Posted - 03 Aug 2006 : 14:31:01
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Emillo draws his bow and swiftly lets fly three arrows. The first one trails wide of his target, and with his aim adjusted the next two hit their mark. The elf stands astonished for a moment as the arrows strike the natural armour plating of the monster and are deflected aside, then continues to line up his next shot.
Bach murmurs the words of a spell and a bolt of lightning sizzles from his outstretched fingers towards the same mezzoloth. It fails to dodge the bolt, and gets hit full in the chest. The magical lightning passes over it, and as the grass around it stands on end, the static discharges harmlessly, leaving only a small scorch mark on the monsters chestplate.
Caylith focuses herself with her sword drawn, as Daleson next to her murmurs a prayer to Lathander. There is no visible effect immediately as the Morninglords powers subtly heat the trident held in the approaching mezzoloths claws.
Calling on the power of nature, Rhiannon calls a lion to stand next to her. The powerful beast awaits the druids command to attack.
The two mezzoloths halt their charge and both emit an identical series of chatters and clicks. A sickly yellow mist in a wide bank roils inexorably towards the party. It crawls and clambers along the ground like so many skeletal hands, destroying the life around it as it moves.
Calling upon the pwoer of his goddess, Selm shields himself from attack for as long as he remains calm and focused. |
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