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Post by pigdish on Oct 16, 2007 19:11:27 GMT -5
Here we begin the new adventure.
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Braggart
Master of Disaster [M:0]
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Post by DM on Oct 19, 2007 6:56:44 GMT -5
The gathering at the farm has thinned out after the chaos which ensued after the battle with the brigands. A few brigands were captured, many were slain, and the elves were set free.
There are still a few hours left of the night, the chill takes a stronger grip upon you. A cold wind brushes across your faces, and while you look for its source, a low moan echoes out from in front of you. As you stare into the twilight ahead, a pale, flickering form can be seen. At first you see the noble visage of a bearded man’s head, twisted with sorrow. Then it’s the body of a powerful lion, ten feet long and complete with swishing tail. Finally, great hawk-like wings greater than any bird’s come into view. The translucent form twinkles, coalescing into a single being.
“Now you dare the last riddle of Ujaset.” moans the voice.
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Post by grond on Oct 19, 2007 12:02:16 GMT -5
Paranoia sets in. Ludrud's mind races for a moment and he abandons all concern over the elven troubles. Immediately, the dwarf scans the surroundings for signs of any other approaching interlopers, his ears tuned to the sounds of the night, seeking anything that doesn't fit this place. [dice=20] +11 (spot) [dice=20] +11 (listen) Slowly, Ludrud moves toward the large golden haired man (Marteen) anxious about what this bizarre creature will cause.[rand=783551320553922471916990502116263105898644257066219547669275249]
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Post by Challenger on Oct 19, 2007 17:33:53 GMT -5
Cautiously approaching the edge of the clearing Gibson cast mage armor on himself before notching an arrow and moving up behind a tree to observe the battlefield.
Leaning out from behind his cover he whistled softly as he noted the creature standing in the clearing. Curiosity overcame caution as he shouldered his bow and bold as brass walked out into the field towards the creature.
"Hey" he called out to the nearest person sounding perfectly at ease. "Is that an actual astrosphinx?"
Challenger[rand=814807641280686568153433353275738569675231131699654940132859027]
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Post by Vandyr on Oct 19, 2007 19:53:53 GMT -5
Jaehr, calm but slowly pulling out his bow, keeps his on on the strange creature, but keeps his ears open for anything else that might be in the area.
Listen Check [dice=20]+2=8[rand=27244037009253963736180234519675074416957753292155223032251351463]
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wiccy
Braggart
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. -Edgar Allan Poe-"
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Post by wiccy on Oct 19, 2007 21:24:01 GMT -5
Walking out into the clearing after hearing the battle from afar. Zeik spots the creature and and hears his comment. "Who are you? And why do you demand this dare on these people?" Zeik says Now what did I get myself into? It was bad enough with all the mushrooms they pile on you in Brost.
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Post by Dragonsrule on Oct 19, 2007 22:49:56 GMT -5
"Can someone please tell me, what strange beast is this, and why is he asking a riddle?" Marteen asks in general.
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Braggart
Master of Disaster [M:0]
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Post by DM on Oct 20, 2007 8:41:22 GMT -5
The creature holds its position and nods to the Human (Ezeikeal) addressing for all to hear.
It speaks in a hollow voice, “What is half of dragon, but has not a wyrmling’s strength? What is half of canine, but has not a mongrel’s length? What is it that is of two halves, but has but half to stand on?”
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Post by grond on Oct 20, 2007 16:01:32 GMT -5
Seeing the bold certainty that the others seem to possess, Ludrud relaxes some and strides forward, careful to keep his distance, but sure to be closer than the poor young fools around him. Why must the wild always remind me how few things I have seen over so many years What sort are you, and what do you want in this place? From these people? Surely, that question isn't the only reason for you Ludrud's words resound in a deep and earthy tone.
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wiccy
Braggart
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. -Edgar Allan Poe-"
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Post by wiccy on Oct 20, 2007 19:33:09 GMT -5
Zeik returns the nod to the creature. What is it that you want with these people? And what is to be expected if the riddle is answered by us? Zeik rides further into the clearing on Ealdwine, his trusty horse, drawing closer to the creature who stated the riddle. Why do these things always have to ask these stupid riddles?
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Post by Challenger on Oct 21, 2007 9:05:41 GMT -5
"Its an astrosphinx, or at least it looks like the creature described by Count Von Frond in his diaries." Gibson shouted across to Marteen, stopping to observe the proceedings.
"Incidentally, who are you? and how did you come to be here in the middle of a recently destroyed farm?" his right hand had moved down to rest on the prommel of his longsword.
Challenger
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Post by grond on Oct 21, 2007 10:46:08 GMT -5
Ludrud hears the sudden hostility from the man behind him. Peace! We will be peaceful here while we can. Enough men died in the night to feed the worms for years. We have no need for one more now! The druid does not take his eyes from the riddling creature, but keeps an ear tuned to the doings behind him. [dice=20] +11 (listen)[rand=255603922594387626663148875100720053546526002286045946043375213383]
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Post by Challenger on Oct 21, 2007 11:10:12 GMT -5
"In my country its concidered polite to answer questions asked of you." Gibson replied sternly
Challenger
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Post by grond on Oct 21, 2007 17:42:20 GMT -5
It has been long years since I knew my country, but I believe we found introduction most polite, before interrogation At this point Ludrud turns to face the Gibson But I then, I have not introduced myself either. Also, I don't believe weapons are considered polite when questioning new acquaintances. I should hope you won't find a need to draw that while we talk. If these people cannot keep any peace when things are calm, how are we to find peace through the times of war to threaten. Youth infuriates me
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Post by Dragonsrule on Oct 21, 2007 19:19:32 GMT -5
Turning to the newcomer. "I don't know who you think you are. Myself, I am Marteen. My big friend here is Malic, and if that hand doesn't move away from that sword, YOU WILL get to meet Tempus."[dice=20]+9 Intimidate[rand=5345292343401324734066143465856604405106761643905248908047517642]
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