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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Apr 29, 2005 4:29:24 GMT -5
(OOC - Please do not post on this thread until you have posted your character on the Brainstorm thread for this rp, and your character has been given the OK. Thanks)
*Her amber eyes follow it, as she stalks the prey hiding in the dark of the dungeon. She is accustomed to the dark, and nothing can hide as well as it thinks it can from her. She knows all, and sees all; the knowledge stored safely for future hunts of the like kind.*
*She pretends to be alone, for it makes her look the easier prey herself, but she is never alone. Her kind are all around, hiding, waiting....waiting to come out and pounce upon the prey she has chosen.*
*Silently crouching in the corner, she watches her target. Waiting for the perfect time to pounce. Time slips by ever so slowly, patience is her friend. She can silently hide where she is, for as long as it takes. Enjoying her hunt, she quietly licks her lips in anticipation.*
*The castle was abandoned a century ago, all manner of creature being allowed to take over its interior. As you walk through the entryway, you hear the scrabble of claws run across the stone floors. Scraps of tapestries hang still upon the walls. From the left a dank breeze filters up towards your nostrils, giving full indication that the dungeon awaits in that direction.
You come to an 8' set of heavy oak double doors, large brass rings in the center of each.
You now await the rest of your party.*
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Post by MjolnirH on Sept 29, 2005 4:17:55 GMT -5
<Drawn by the inexplicable lure of adventure a dusky figure emerges onto the scene. 6'4" tall Hedrik Darkcloud the black greasy haired cleric of Tymora, Goddess of Luck, clomps along, the echos of his large hobnailed boots alerting all manner of things to his presance. As he walks tall and proud up to the double doors he suddenly trips over what looks like nothing, ok it could have been an ant I guess but in reality its his own two feet. He flails foward his massive wooden club slamming into the oaken doors making enough noise to wake the dead.>
Basheeba's luck <He grumbles to himself as he picks himself up off of the floor.>
<Hendrick bends over to pick up his club, as he does so a pile of encrusted dust flakes from the doors top loosened by his club's blow falls upon his exposed neck.>
GGAAAHHHH!!! <He cries and promptly falls forward cursing and bellowing a warcry to some unknown foe.>
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Post by rincewind on Sept 29, 2005 13:07:14 GMT -5
Nicholas Nimblefingers, renowned halfling dungeon-crawler, has heard of the great challenge which awaits in the castle's halls. With dagger in hand, he enters cautiously, moving as quietly as he can. Soon he hears a deafening clatter ahead, which would have masked his sounds even if he had been performing his "One-halfling-band" act. Nicholas assumes that this could not be a monstrous inhabitant of the dungeon, or it would have starved for lack of prey long ago. Cautiously, he peers around a corner into the entryway, to observe what has caused all this commotion in the neglected castle.
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Post by Kaber on Sept 30, 2005 1:56:28 GMT -5
Ahh, the feel of the damp air, the mysteries of the dark. A red robed mage strolls down the corridors his feet dancing with delight. Ahh, will it be a Dragon Orb or was it the Lost Trinket of Knett he had come to find? Perhaps he will stumble upon an ancient tomb of mystical writings. Ooohhh, the anticipation. The magic that awaits. hehehe. Simarillacabum would have walked right past the hall leading to the dungeon were it not for the thunderous boom and the curse that followed. Intrigued. Sim turned. He rolled up his sleeves, grasped his staff and calling for his familiar, Snickerpuss, strode in the direction of the sound. Damned if any ogres where going to keep him from the magical treasures that awaited. Snickerpuss, a small white mouse, only squeaked a cautionary warning but of course, it fell on deaf ears. Who would dare challenge the "most powerful Wild Mage to walk the Planes of Law and Chaos". Rather, who would dare save this feeble, old bumbling idiot of a wizard from himself. Snickerpuss sighed and waited.
(modified for spelling)
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Oct 4, 2005 3:42:32 GMT -5
*Peering around the corner, Nicholas sees a rather large man, fighting with himself in front of a pair of 8' tall doors. But further on down the corridor, he can see strolling a flaboyantly dressed older looking man.*
*Sim, the mage, also sees the doors, a man rolling upon the floor, apparently fighting with himself. The mouse sees Nicholas peeking around a corner and tries to tell Sim, who, of course, does not listen, being too engrossed in the dealings with the man on the floor.*
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*Deep within the dungeon, the she-wolf waits in the darkness. Her amber eyes glow with anticipation, knowing that there is fresh prey that will soon enter her realm.*
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Post by MjolnirH on Oct 4, 2005 21:40:22 GMT -5
<a scream of both pain and anger erupt from the flailing cleric, as he thinks his arm coverd with some of his greasy black hair is in reality the creature who attacked him, and bites into his assailant, which of course only result in him biting into his own arm.>
Foul beast you have snuck up upon me and bitten me!! <Hedrick roars)
<then it finally dawns upon him that he had been fighting himself this whole time, chuckling to himself he gets up off of the floor with club in hand. He Survays the large double doors and grasps one of the rings intending to use it as a door knocker.>
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Post by rincewind on Oct 4, 2005 21:53:31 GMT -5
Seeing the (evidently insane) giant cease his battle with himself, Nick thinks that the man could be useful in fighting any denizens of the dungeon below, but that he would rather not approach him- considering the reception the man's own arm has just had, there's no telling how he may react to others. The man in the robes further along the hallway seems a better bet for an adventuring companion, and, at least by comparison, much more sane. Nicholas is confident of his ability to handle mechanical dangers below, but knows that he would not last long against some creatures which may lurk in the crumbling ruins. Or, for that matter, a raging, black-haired behemoth. For now, he will stay back, perhaps talk to the other man if he comes near, but not call attention to himself.
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Post by Kaber on Oct 5, 2005 1:18:28 GMT -5
*Sim strolls confidently toward the hulking man at the end of the corridor, shouting out as he thrusts his staff forward. The staff begins to shed a brilliant light that pierces the darkness, illuminating everything in a 30' radius.*
"Hold ye foul beast of earth and shadow! I am Simarillacabum the greatest wild mage to have walked the planes of law and chaos and I command you to lay down your weapon. Do so and we may have a spot of tea together. Do not and I shall turn you into a Sanrian Blubbering Bubble Belly Mite!
*Sim stops only ten feet away, staff poised menacingly, awaiting an answer.*
*Snickerpuss shakes his little head and dives into Sim's pack for the magic Table Cloth of Tea Time. If he can get it out before trouble brews then maybe they can avoid a battle. He searches and hopes*
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Post by MjolnirH on Oct 5, 2005 4:07:46 GMT -5
<hearing that he is being addressed, Hendrick spins to assess the newcomer and listens to his prattle.>
Ummmm What? I am Hendrick Cleric of Tymora Goddess of Luck, although it is her dark sister Basheeba that torments me with ill luck most of the time. I've have come to this place seeking adventure, in fact I just knocked upon the door and no one has yet answered. I would be honored to treat with a mage such as yourself, umm...but do you by chance have anything stronger than tea?
<Hendrick crinkles his brow in confusion and then asks another question>
Just what is a a ... San..reean Bubbling Bubble Belly Mite?
<Hendrick places the tip of his massive club upon the ground leaning on it like some large cane.>
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Post by rincewind on Oct 7, 2005 7:42:16 GMT -5
With the others distracted by their counterparts, Nicholas decides that this is the time to make his move and introduce himself. Moving away from the wall, Nick cautiously approaches the cleric and mage, hands held outwards to indicate peaceful intentions, ready to dart away at any sign of danger.
"My name is Nicholas Nimblefingers, dungeon-dwelver extraordinaire. I believe we are all here seeking adventure- given the fearsome reputation of these halls, perhaps it would be best if we joined forces to combat these evils?"
He stands, waiting for a response, not to mention some free tea.
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Post by Kaber on Oct 12, 2005 13:45:28 GMT -5
*Sim was just about to go into a rendition of what exactly a Sanrian Blubbering Bubble Belly Mite was when a voice spoke from behind. Startled, Sim whirls around looking for the source of the voice. His eyes narrow on the Rogue.
"And what have we here, hmmmm? A cleverly disquised doppleganger?"
Sim speaks over his shoulder at the Barabarian. "Stand back, I shall deal with this creature of Underdark." He then turns to the Rogue. " Prove yourself and you may yet live, quickly now, what is the relative velocity of an unlaiden Swallow?
Sim readys a spell (True Seeing)
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Post by rincewind on Oct 12, 2005 18:10:43 GMT -5
Nick thinks for a moment.
"African swallow or European swallow? And speaking of swallowing, is there any tea? I'm parched. Sugar and milk, please, and are there any biscuits?" Speaking quickly to cover his nervousness, Nicholas prepares for a hasty escape in the event the mad giant turns on him.
To attempt to calm the others, he uses his nimble hands to juggle some tools of his trade- it would not be the first time that providing entertainment got him out of a scrape.
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Post by MjolnirH on Oct 12, 2005 23:27:37 GMT -5
<Hedrick crinkles his brow in confusion>
Creature of the underdark? <thinking to himself> from what i've heard most of those are vile and dangerous.
<Hedrick eye the newcomer warily, warclub at the ready>
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Post by Kaber on Oct 13, 2005 2:11:04 GMT -5
*Sim, who hadn't even considered the idea that he was too inexperianced to cast a True Seeing spell, suddenly looked delighted*
"Well said my boy, well said. And Oh! look, he juggles too. well, I may be able to share some wine, tea time however has passed. Now then."
Sim turns to the door before them. Apparently having forgotten all about Dopplegangers, Wine and Sanrian Blubbering Bubble Mites.
"Hmmm..... yes, early Pinnicle, I'd say by the look of them. Very old, quite sturdy too."
Sim raps on a door with the head of his staff as he examines it closely. Then turns back to his new friends, and whispers.
"The trick, you see, is to try and catch them unawares. That way they won't fight back."
Sim gives them a knowing look then whirls around and lunges for the nearest Bronze ring, dropping his staff as he does so. He pulls with all his might, cursing at the door and for all the world looking like he is in a fight for his life.
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Oct 13, 2005 3:04:44 GMT -5
*Pulling with all his might, Sim was unable to move the door at all. His body slid downward, arms remained outstretched, hands attached to the ring, looking as if he was in deep prayer.*
*Down below, the she-wolf paced in frustration, so she bounded up the stone steps to take a peek at the newcomers. Popping her head through the very door Sim was attached to, she said to him* "Praying to the god of doors won't open it, you ninny....put some muscle into it. Oye, you!!" *Addressing the huge barbarian* "Stop being a girly man, and pull the doors open. I've not got all day."
*Within the wink of an eye, her head popped back through the wood, and she sat upon the top step......waiting
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