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Post by joelocaust on Mar 17, 2010 12:08:58 GMT -5
[ooc] THE RANCOR DOES NOT ROLL KNOWLEDGE CHECKS! [/ooc]
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Post by lonewolf2017 on Mar 17, 2010 16:54:39 GMT -5
[OOC/]The items in question would be destroyed. There is an enchantment that allows them to shape with you (Possibly called shaping I don't have the MIC in front of me right now) so that would prevent said destruction. I will address the Knowledge check after any one who wants to roll has rolled.[/OOC]
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Post by cOMMUNISMISFANCY on Mar 17, 2010 22:03:37 GMT -5
The last embers of the votive candle fade from a fiery red to black nothingness as Gregor opens his eyes to the darkness of his bedroom in the early hours of the new day. He rolls onto his side, pulling the red woolen blanket up over his massive form to lay in the darkness and think upon what he has just witnessed. The blurry image of the horned figure disquiets him in a manner with which he cannot fully comprehend.
Finally, after lingering on the hard straw mattress to relieve the grogginess from his thoughts, he rolls further, sliding off the bed and onto the floor, wrapping the blanket around his naked form as he does so. He stands slowly, and pads barefoot over to the altar of Wee Jas using nothing but his memory to guide him in the darkness. He can picture her form above the altar in his mind, the exquisite mosaic which has been restored to its true beauty He slowly lowers himself back into a kneeling position, bowing his head and begins to pray out loud to his Goddess, asking for guidance as to the meaning of this vision.
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Knowledge Religion : 13 + 23 = 36
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Mar 17, 2010 22:25:17 GMT -5
History is 20 (3+17) and Religion is 17 (7+10)
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Post by Nate on Mar 17, 2010 23:11:42 GMT -5
Knowledge Religion 52
Braeden pictures the image again in his head and tries to think of anything he can having to do with it or what it said.
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Mar 18, 2010 0:38:56 GMT -5
Braeden: By the time you have gone through the 2 guard posts on the walk up to the tower, the guards at the main entrance to the tower seem to already know you are there, as usual. You are tossed a token, a small smooth rock about the size of a gold coin in diameter, with a few Runic symbols carved in it. Also, on the bottom, in common is the number 14. The guard motions for you to use the Teleportation pad in the center of the room. In the center of the room is a small raised Dias, with runic symbols carved all around it, and a small raised pedastal in front of that, with a series of runes covering its face. Most of the runes are odd and unrecognizeable by most people, however several of them have numbers in common underneat them. These numbers range from 2-14. In front of the Dias is a floating stone slab, a full 5 feet across and almost as tall. Seemingly carved upon it is a map of the tower, showing 14 floors with descriptions of each floor. The 14th floor is listed as the 'Grand Dining Hall'. From your visits before you know that the Rune you were given will give you access to use the teleportation pad to take you to the 14th floor, or back to the 1st floor.
Everyone Else: As you all gather in the Dining hall, Moraad simply motions to various spots around the main table, and all the food spread along its lengths, motioning for you all to eat. "I have a few things I would like to Discuss with you all after breakfast is done, but let us enjoy breakfast first. No need to despoil our memories with lack of food." Chuckling slightly, Moraad looks over at Hsiao. "By the way my friend, check the far end of the table. Under those covered dishes there, next to the bread. I have been doing some experimentation with the Heroes Feast spell, and I think you might enjoy the results. Although you would probably need to be here in person to do so." Looking over at the Rancor when he makes his outburst he simply smiles. "I would ask that you don't speak of the dream Rancor. Simply eat your fill, and then we will talk of such matters. I don't want anyone's memories of such events to be tainted by hearing others speak of it."
When/if Braeden shows up, Moraad will invite him to breakfast as well. "Hello my friend, take a seat and join us. I have a feeling I know what has brought you here this morning, and if its what I think, I would ask that you refrain from speaking of it until everyone has had there fill."
While everyone is eating, Moraad calls one of the servants over, whispering to the young lad. The boy runs off, returning shortly with several sheaves of paper, ink pots, and quills. After everyone is done eating, Moraad has the boy pass out the supplies. "Ok, if everyone would oblige me for a moment, I am assuming from the thoughtful looks, and from the sudden appearance of you Braeden, that at least some of you had a strange dream of some sort last night. If you would, please write down as many details of your dream as possible, before we discuss anything. This will keep your own memories from being tainted by other people telling of the story." Looking over at The Rancor, Moraad simply motions for the food. "Please, continue eating Rancor. I would like you to be ready to tell us of your dream in a moment, after everyone is done writing."
After everyone is done writing, Moraad will look over at The Rancor. "Please Rancor, tell us of your dream if you don't mind."
Knowledge History: 15+13=28 Knowledge Religion: 10+13=23
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Post by joelocaust on Mar 18, 2010 9:13:25 GMT -5
The Rancor, still eating, begins spraying bits of food. As he gets more excited, he does not eat as much while talking and thus the rain of masticated breakfast ceases.
"SO IT WENT LIKE THIS! THE RANCOR HAD A DRAGON IN A HEADLOCK, AND IT WAS BEGGING THE RANCOR FOR A CHANCE. THEN THIS QUASIT CAME FLYING BY IN A STEEL BIRD THAT DIDN'T FLAP ITS WINGS! IT HOVERED AROUND AND LANDED NEXT TO THE RANCOR! THE QUASIT, NAMED FRISKO VON ARCHIBALD, TOLD THE RANCOR THAT THE DRAGON HAD A MAGIC BOX OF HIS. THE RANCOR WANTED THE BOX!!!! FRISKO SAID THAT HE WOULD SHOW THE RANCOR HOW TO USE IT IF THE DRAGON DIED, SO THE RANCOR BROKE THAT BITCH'S NECK!! SO THEN FRIS AND THE RANCOR SIT DOWN WITH THE BOX AND HE SAYS, 'So, if you want to use it, you put in a gold coin, you hold this c-something, and control the little magical sprite. The goal is to make your sprite fight my sprite.' THE RANCOR LIKES FIGHTING!!! BUT THE RANCOR DOES NOT USE SPRITES!!! AND THEN FRISK SAID, 'There are lots of sprites to choose from. I like the one the throws ropes and wears yellow. You'd like this one...' AND THE RANCOR DID LIKE THE FOUR-ARMED SPRITE!! IT WAS JACKED, LIKE THE RANCOR!!! IT COULD BEAT ASS, LIKE THE RANCOR!!! AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, THE RANCOR COULDN'T BE LEG-SWEEPED TO DEATH! IT WAS THE BEST SPRITE EVER!!! SO THE RANCOR KICKED FRISKO'S ASS AND THEN PLAYED SOLO UNTIL THE BOSS LEVEL! AND THE MASTER SPRITE POPS UP AND SAYS, 'I am waiting for you. I am the bringer of all things and all things must bend their knee to me. You are so summoned..." THE RANCOR TOLD FRISKO THAT HIS MAGIC BOX HAD SHITTY BOSS LEVEL WRITING, BUT THEN THE MAGIC BOX STOPPED WORKING!!! IT JUST FROZE WITH THAT SKULLFACED WIMP SCREAMING STUFF THAT THE ENCHANTER MADE TOO HARD TO HEAR!!! THE RANCOR HAS GREAT HEARING!!! THE RANCOR IS STILL UNDEFEATED BECAUSE THE LAST ROUND DIDN'T COUNT!!!" The Rancor takes a big bite out of something. "AND THEN THE RANCOR WOKE UP!!! THE RANCOR MISSES HIS MAGIC BOX!!!"
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Post by Deej on Mar 18, 2010 12:50:21 GMT -5
"Apparently, I'm one step ahead of you Moraad." Kelnozz pulls out a piece of parchment. "I had the good sense to write the dream down as soon as I finished trancing this morning."
[ooc]so, apparently the Rancor is a fan of Mortal Kombat now? [/ooc]
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Post by joelocaust on Mar 18, 2010 13:19:33 GMT -5
[ooc] Lol, only when Shao Khan shows up and talks to him at the end. [/ooc]
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Post by lonewolf2017 on Mar 18, 2010 21:21:00 GMT -5
[OOC/] Ok just thought I would toss something out here. The way I do assisted checks with regards to knowledge is that if you and a partner (or partners) are working on researching something you will be able to bounce ideas off each other and also something one of you says might pull a string of an idea on another one and so on and so forth until you have the tapestry of a good idea. This is the long way of saying that if you work together your knowledge rolls will stack.[/OOC]
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Mar 19, 2010 21:20:28 GMT -5
Hsiao looks curiously at Moraad, then bows. His flickering form vanishes. His eyes slowly open in his own chambers and he stands and draws his cloak of charisma around himself. A few minutes later he arrives in person at the dining hall, sitting at the far end. "Others should not watch me eat." he says, but lifts the bin barely a bit with a tentacle, withdrawing some lump of food with another and eating it slowly. "A good effort, as always Moraad; however, you've missed a key component. It is not merely the physical essences we consume that sustain us. Still, the effort is appreciated... if you'd only relent and let me teach you how to perfect it as I have, you may have success but you insist you'll figure it out for yourself." After that, he points a tentacle at a pen, and uses Mage-Hand to scribe the dream, having to stop himself from writing it in Qualith at first.
When the Rancor has finished speaking, Hsiao quietly responds: "As insightful, in your own unique way, as ever, Rancor."
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Post by joelocaust on Mar 19, 2010 22:00:59 GMT -5
"THE RANCOR KNEW FLIPPER FACE WOULD LIKE THE STORY! NOW, THE RANCOR WILL TRY SOME OF THAT STUFF!"
Unless mindblasted or otherwise stopped, The Rancor is going to try some of the brain bits (or whatever it is) that Hsiao is eating.
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Post by Nate on Mar 20, 2010 23:07:01 GMT -5
As Braeden walks in he sees everyone and gets a big smile on his face. "I didn't know there was going to be a party. I would have brought more gifts if I had. I take it everyone else suffered bad dreams as well?" He sits down, takes some food, and starts a conversation with someone he doesn't know yet. When asked to write down his dream, he scribbles it out quickly and in great detail. He then gets back to talking.
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Post by Kiirnodel on Mar 20, 2010 23:54:23 GMT -5
Gabriel seems a bit perturbed by the whole situation, staying quiet but attentive. During the Rancor's story he seems to try and ignore the excessively loud and strange story. Once the Rancor finishes he sighs with relief.
He also complies with the request to write down his dream, although his description is brief.
[ooc] Out of curiosity, let me know if anyone is evil or has evil creatures with them. I'm not sure, but I think my ability might be able to bypass undetectable alignment. By casual glance nobody has any worry, but if you need to run it by the DM first, go ahead [/ooc]
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Post by joelocaust on Mar 21, 2010 2:50:16 GMT -5
The Rancor turns toward Braeden. "THE RANCOR'S DREAM WAS GOOD!! THE RANCOR WANTS GIFTS!! YOU KNOW THE RANCOR BRINGS PARTIES WHEREVER HE GOES!!"
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