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Post by lordnutari on Aug 1, 2007 11:44:52 GMT -5
Mal, seeing everyone start to come down, moves up foreward, trying to get near the edge of the crater quickly, hoping to see what this terrain looks like so he can have a battle plan in mind. Hopefully soon he`d meet up with a commander of some sorts of the Shining Patrol, if not, he would figure out a way to get back to Altheres, so he could continue doing his duty. Until then, he saw how overtly dangerous this construct was, and hopefully the man that looked like an artificer could keep him controlled, or take out a few bolts holding him together. Walking ahead, he knew he had little skill at stalking, and would have to remedy that in the future, he had always taken the second squad in, not the first, he didn`t require stealth for those operations. He sighed, his thumb lovingly caressing the guns in his hands, the sun glinting off the double barrels. But right now he had no time for such introspective thoughts, he had to get this job done. He remained mindful of his rifle, but right now it seemed more likely for close range work. Mal kept walking foreward at a quick pace, hoping to get to the edge soon.
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Post by Yamazaki on Aug 1, 2007 12:50:30 GMT -5
Deimos waited for the others, knowing full well that going ahead on his own could prove dangerous. The mage smirked at Steelfire's remark towards him. Once the construct got down, he responded. "I'm a lord of a couple of things, Prince of Blades. But that's a conversation for another time. We have places to go and things to do, I presume."
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 1, 2007 12:56:43 GMT -5
Balka, seemingly lost in the crowd of individuals still upon the top end of the hill, had a slight feeling of dismay. "I'm a man in fullplate," he thought. Before plunging to what he thought was his doom, he looked down at the mage talking to the other construct. "You know what, I'll come down to you for the answer." he mumbled, feeling ignored. He turned back and said, "Let's go Bowen." The cleric tried to climb down the slope, his construct on his immediate left so it wouldn't crush him if it fell, as he believed would probably happen.
Climb Check- Balka: 15+4-2=17 Bowen: 13+3-5=11
You know, I've never seen a construct tumble to it's doom...Let's find out what that looks like.
[EDIT by Max (admin powers activate!): remember - there are 2 mages in this group. One's a big strong asshole who jumped ahead of everyone else because he wanted to get moving, and the other is in blue robes and has a metal arm. Don't forget the other one... Maybe he's nicer. ]
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Post by Nate on Aug 1, 2007 15:34:21 GMT -5
Walking toward the edge of the tower, Balkoth jumps off without bothering to climb. [jump: 19+2=21] Catching and balancing himself with his metal arm Balkoth stands up, seeing that he made it to the ground before those who climbed, and waits. With an amused smirk, Balkoth states, "Just like all constructs and machines, my arm is just a tool. It is an insturment to serve my will and purpose. Had I not been missing my real arm I would not have this." motioning to his metal arm. "Now, since knowledge and information are the only real power, I suggest we state where we are from. I heard Steelfire say he was from a place called Eberron. I am from a place called Faerun, as is the other mage and the man in fullplate. Once we have this information and information about our current environment we may be able to figure out what happened to us." Balkoth begins to look from person to person waiting for a response.
[ooc] My boots reduce the number of damage dice from falls by two.[ooc]
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 1, 2007 15:56:00 GMT -5
Yes..that's right. I forgot. Thanks.
As Balka climbed down, he heard faintly what Balkoth had said. He decided that it'd probably be a better idea to get down onto terra firma before he questioned what exactly he had said about his home plane of Faerun. "Good amount of climbing to go, eh Bowen?" He sensed a feeling of angst coming from his construct companion, and both continued their slow ascent to the ground.
Climb Checks- Balka: 19+4-2= 21 Bowen: 17+3-5= 15
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Post by lordnutari on Aug 1, 2007 16:01:51 GMT -5
Mal pauses, looking back with a bit of a sigh."I am from Onara, Altheria to be precise, and, standing here in the middle of a crater isn`t exactly what I would refer to as safe." He begins walking again, intent on making it out of this cleared area. "Too many times has a patrol stopped in a clear area only to be slaughtered by an ambush, I`m not waiting for the trap to fall."
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Aug 1, 2007 17:06:50 GMT -5
[ooc] Weeeee.. Ok well I AM glad you are all thoroughly interested in my game, but WOW... so much got done, so little time for the GM to interrupt. Allow me go back a few posts here and take care of a few things.[/ooc]
As people begin making their way down off of the tower and to the ground floor of the bottom crater, having found out that the crater was actually 80 foot deep versus the original 40 feet they thought it was due to the ingenious optical illusion created by the massive tower, the Centaur turns and gallops for a few feet before taking off solidly, his legs bending slightly and pushing him off, sending him soaring into the air. As he leaps from the edge he suddenly has a slight feeling of...for lack of a better term.. "oops", as he realizes that the crater, while only 80 foot deep, is in reality 400 feet in diameter, the tower they had been standing on being 40 feet tall and about 140 feet in diameter...leaving the far side of the crater a good 40 feet above him and 130 feet away. Bracing for the inevitable, the centaur rolls with his landing (23 tumble) and stands up relatively unscathed. (9 Damage)
In the meantime, Steelfire walks calmly over to the edge and tests the tower, finding it rather solid...as solid as his own body in fact. With nothing more than a grunt, if that, Steelfire begins making his way down the tower, easily scaling it in the matter of a few seconds, stepping down easily onto solid ground.
Following closely behind Steelfire, though off a few feet to the side, the odd Half-elf and his dog begin making their way down the side of the tower, the dog walking effortlessly down nose first, as if he were walking across horizontal ground, and the half-elf half-climbing, half-hanging onto the dog. They both reach the bottom and step off onto the ground safely.
At about the same time that Steelfire and Selterha land, Balkoth leaps easily from the tower, landing on one knee and his metalic arm, standing and dusting himself off slightly. (Your jump check and your boots negate 3 of the 4. you take 2 non lethal)
Also about the same time, the Cleric of Gond and his construct compatriot both begin climbing down...and both lose their grips at about the same moment, making almost identical thuds against the ground one a split second after the other. (You take 15, your construct takes 21 Lethal.)
As everyone stands up and starts to discuss things amongst themselves, suddenly a voice can be heard coming from the top of the tower, and all eyes snap there, cutting off all conversation (Anotherwords everything that anyone said after Deimos said "I'm a lord of a couple of things, Prince of Blades. But that's a conversation for another time. We have places to go and things to do, I presume." was cut off only a few words in.)
"Hmm.. Well it does seem I was too late to offer you gents a more...convenient way down. It does seem you all managed though.. " Turning his head down at the Gondsman and his construct he continues. "without any too serious injuries. Well it is rather inconvenient yelling from the top of this heap, so perhaps I should come down.." Thus far the figure has been nothing more than a shadowy outline against the brightly lit sky, obscuring anything more about him than the fact that he wore a cloak with the hood up, and was of average height, probably around 5'10" or so. With a gentle grace, the man leaps lightly off of the tower, arcing lightly to the ground about 10 feet from the base of the tower, hitting the ground and tucking his legs, rolling and coming up to his feet, before spinning to address the larger majority of the group, leaving his back to Mal and Gileard.
Now that the man is standing before you, you can see him much better. He does indeed stand only about 5'10" tall, of average weight. With his cloak thrown back behind his shoulders, although the hood is still drawn up, you can see he is wearing a well cut black silk jacket, buttoned up about halfway. Underneath this is a black vest over a black button up shirt. On his hands he wears black leather gloves, and his pants are well cut black silk. The pants legs are tucked into very nice lace up, soft leather, calf high boots. While all this may seem odd, it is his face you are nearly immediately drawn to. The hood of his cloak is pulled up, covering the top, sides, and back of his head before the edges of it are tucked neatly into the sides of a pure white, very plain, Porcelain Mask. The only thing to mar the surface of this mask are the two small eyeholes, large enough only so that his eyes, with strikingly pure blue iris, are visible, and nothing else of his face no matter the angle.
"Greetings to you all, and welcome to...well to part of my humble abode.. I am afraid that during whatever may have brought me, my friends, and our home here brought most of it into being underground..as I'm afraid this would have been were it not for this crater. I do apologize for not coming out to meet you sooner, but as you can imagine the roof of this particular section is not our normal entrance, and it took us a little while to find an exit that wasn't completely sealed by earth and stone. That combined with the little power struggle we found ourselves in that came from mixing those of us in charge from various places, and we found ourselves a little late in welcoming our guests..And I do believe I have rambled on enough without introducing myself." With an elegant bow and a flourish of his cloak he continues. "You may call me Mister Mask. And I welcome you to the current home and entrance to the Blind Tower."
[ooc] There!...jeez that was a bit to catch up on. Anyway, glad you are all so interested in my game that you make me catch up like that. I hope you are enjoying. [/ooc]
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Post by lordnutari on Aug 1, 2007 17:15:30 GMT -5
Mal turning, he keeps his pistols at the ready, but otherwise doesn`t make any actions towards the man in the mask. "Mister mask, interesting, I have only one question for you, do you know where I can get back, or, if not, if I can meet back up with anyone from the Shining Patrol?" He speaks calmly, feeling that this man would have struck from the shadows rather than face them if he wanted to attack. Inwardly he likened the man to a servant of Cadic, he certainly fit the part. However, perhaps he could get some help out of the man, or naught but cleverly veiled lies, if he was Cadican and needed to keep these secrets.
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 1, 2007 17:17:16 GMT -5
Balka slowly got up from the ground, a wince of pain on his face. As he rubbed his head and stood up, he gazed upon the man in the mask. He helped his construct up, not keeping his eyes of of the man.
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Post by Yamazaki on Aug 1, 2007 17:28:52 GMT -5
The dramatic entrance did not phase nor amuse Deimos. He hides behind a mask and gives us a horribly lame name to call him. How much more idiotically cliche' can this get? The mage spoke, in Draconic once more. "Okay then, Mister Mask, maybe you can explain what in the nine hells is going on around here. Where is here? And how did I get here? And most of all," The sorcerer threw up his arms in a dramatic fashion, "How do I get back to Waterdeep?"
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Aug 1, 2007 18:08:40 GMT -5
Turning his head, he calls to Mal over his shoulder. "Perhaps you could join us over here? As for getting you back... well to my knowledge there isn't a way back... or at least not any easy way. As for the Shining Legions...well you can probably find a contingent of them easy enough in Althere, but it might be a little dangerous to go trekking across the land searching for where it got rooted, hopefully from a time frame before the Ss'ressen hordes attacked and burned half of it to the ground."
Turning back to the party he looks at the other man who spoke, the burly looking mage. "As for you... Well you do seem to lack respect, but you get right to the point and I like that. What is going on, I have not the slightest clue. As for where here is, from what little I know, here is a conglomerate of various planes of existances....and possibly times...that seem to have been brought together to form some new plane altogether.. I don't really fully understand it myself, but that is what my sources tell me. As for the how, you probably arrived here the same way my fellows and i arrived here, and probably the rest of you. I am going out on a limb here and going to say you each saw, and were subsequently engulfed by some sort of odd black sphere. What these were we can only speculate, but we think they may be linked to the plane of Shadows. As for how they brought us all here... well frankly we haven't the foggiest. And as for Waterdeep.... well luckily I am in contact with a friend of mine there who also happened to get transported here, and I do believe Waterdeep is somewhere to the east...oddly enough it seems to be landlocked... probably going to be bad for trade...."
As this strange man talks, it suddenly dawns on you individually, but at around the same time, that the voice you hear coming from him seems to be in the common tongue of whatever world you are in. Naturally, at first, you think he must be talking in your tongue, but after seeing that none of the others seem to have any trouble understanding him, you listen a bit closer and seem to be 'hearing' some language you don't really understand, but your brain seems to be translating it to your common tongue.
Turning suddenly the man faces Steelfire. "So, Steelfire, Prince of Blades, first of the SoulForged. What say you about all this, as I am sure that you are just ready to burst out with demands of me." Turning his head slightly to glance around at the others he remarks. "Or any of you...Comments? Questions?"
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Post by Aethershunt on Aug 1, 2007 18:15:23 GMT -5
Balka began to wonder about all the places in Faerun. Where are they now? What does this place look like? Where is Lantan Island? As his mind raced with questions, he reached into his bag, pulling out his wand. He touched it to himself, and then to his construct for an extended time, in hopes that he'd heal both of their breaks.
Wand of Cure Light Wounds- 3 Charges Expended Balka: 7 points healed Bowen: 5+4= 9 points healed
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Post by lordnutari on Aug 1, 2007 18:38:34 GMT -5
Mal came back to the main group, and holstered one of his guns. "Well, how do you know about all of Onara? Who do you stand for, and where did you come from?" He says in a curious manner. "Anyway, how do you know Ancient Altherian? Are you a servant of Cadic sir, also, before they burned Althere to the ground? You seem to talk as if this has already happened." He looked a bit worried, "What information do you bring, what has befell my brethren?"
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Post by phulishone on Aug 1, 2007 18:41:02 GMT -5
Gileard sneers as the fall hits him, and promises himself a further review of mathematics next chance he gets. He shakes off the pain, till it's a dull ache - still there, but not pressing on his mind. He listens carefully to the two legger that calls himself Mister Mask, and tries to think of narrowing down the questions about this place into something quick and easy as he walks carefully over to the others.
"What is it that these oddly assembled are doing here, away from friends and family? Thou alludes to other places here, and other people... does thou know of any other group that arrived as we have, disorganized and unassociated? In short, if thou enjoys it so... Why us?"
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Post by Nate on Aug 1, 2007 19:23:15 GMT -5
Balkoth steps forward to address Mr. Mask. "First I must clear up the foolish delusion of Steelfire." Turning toward Steelfire and looking him directly in the eyes, Balkoth speaks as teacher correcting an incredibly misinformed student. "Just like all constructs and machines, my arm is just a tool. It is an instrument to serve my will and purpose. Had I not been missing my real arm I would not have this." Turning back to Mr. Mask, he bows slightly and introduces himself. "My name is Balkoth and I do have a few questions. How do you know all this if you are in the same situation as the rest of us? Why do you suspect the plane of shadow? What plane are you from and what is the Blind Tower? And where and who are these other people you refer to when you said we and talked of a power struggle?" His expression stern and serious.
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