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Post by Deej on Mar 21, 2010 10:07:37 GMT -5
[ooc] Lone, were you implying that we should stack all of our knowledge checks? Or reroll one big cooperative one? [ooc]
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Post by lonewolf2017 on Mar 21, 2010 11:57:50 GMT -5
[OOC/] I Imply nothing. I was merely stating that there are many factors that go into a knowledge DC (at least for me) and that just trying to pull obscure information off the top of your head is not the best way. Perhaps if you all worked together it would lower the DC. Also where you are (Library vs. Kitchen) and what you are doing (Studying vs. Eating) effect the DC.[/OOC]
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Mar 22, 2010 11:47:34 GMT -5
Waving off Hsiao's comment, he smiles. "I'll get it yet my friend. You'll see."
After gathering the papers with the written dreams on them, he looks them over while the Rancor tells his dream. Frowning slightly as he sorts through fact from fiction of Rancor's Dream he finally sets the papers down, finishing eating while everyone finishes talking. When the talking and eating has all died down to a muted level, Moraad waves for silence. "Well friends, it seems we have all had the same basic dream. Beyond some embelishment from those of us with a more active imagination of course."
"Feldwin-" Whom by this point, you all know to be Moraad's longtime friend and cohort- "has discovered that the creature we all saw that talked to us, is a creature known as Kaz. It died some 7,000,000 years ago. And that is about all the information that he has been able to gather so far. Personally, I have no idea what this is about. I believe we might have more luck if those of us that enjoy the search for knowledge were to Retire to the Library and see if we could come up with anything more." Looking around at everyone he smiles slightly. "Of course, everyone is welcome, but I am sure that many of you would find hours spent in the library to be a boring proposition. You are all, of course, welcome to stay and enjoy the hospitality of the Grand Dining hall staff, or any of the other facilities here at the tower, as most of you know." Standing up he smiles and motions for those who wish to follow, to follow, and makes his way to the teleportation pad. After tossing Braeden (Assuming he follows) a seperate stone for the Library, he thens presses the rune for the Library and disappears. When the others join him he is already seated in one of the many overstuffed chairs, a book floating from a shelf to his outstretched hand. He calmly opens it and begins flipping through it, looking for anything that might jar his memory or give him some further clues to Kaz.
Knowledge Religion:8+13+6=27 Knowledge History:17+13+6=36
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Post by The Lord of Blades on Mar 22, 2010 12:05:23 GMT -5
Hsiao sits quietly: "A 7,000,000 year old, dead entity contacts a mindflayer? That is... perplexing. I will perhaps investigate your library, but only after I have perused my own tomes. You know how to contact me Moraad. I will be spending my time in contemplation and study. Also, I won't lie, this vision doesn't particularly interest me... such an entity could stand to be more clear in both its purpose and its request. I learned to ignore blind summons ages ago when the Elder Brain attempted to summon me back for my own execution." An amused flip of his tentacles and Hsiao exits through the portal, returning to his sanctum.
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Post by Deej on Mar 22, 2010 12:22:05 GMT -5
Kelnozz, being the bookworm that he is, will join Moraad in the library.
Knowledge religion: 12+40=52
[ooc] what is the type of that +6 bonus granted by your library? [/ooc]
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Post by joelocaust on Mar 22, 2010 14:16:44 GMT -5
"THE RANCOR DOES NOT KNOW WHAT SVEN MILYON IS!!!" The talk of libraries seems to disgruntle The Rancor, who, in total concurrence that it will be boring as sin, decides to go out of the tower. "THE RANCOR WILL BE AT THE DROWNING MERMAID!!!"
The Rancor goes to the most popular traveler's/adventurers inn/bar (whatever you want to call it, he probably calls it that anyway) where he yells, "THE RANCOR NEEDS SOMETHING TO DO TODAY WHILE SMART PEOPLE READ BOOKS!! BORING BOOKS ABOUT SOME GUY NAMED KAZ WITH A SKULL FOR A FACE!!! REALLY!!! WHO HAS A SKULL FOR A FACE?!!?" There is a pause as The Rancor tries to remember why he is at the bar... "SO SOMEONE TELL THE RANCOR WHERE TO GO!!! AND NO TRICKS THIS TIME!!! THE RANCOR WILL TEAR THIS DAMN BAR APART IF THE QUEST IS A LIE!!!" The Rancor will be sated by the following: Somewhere to go find/kill stuff for pay/beer, Offered free beer/sexings/foes, or Offered beer/sexings/foes for a fee. Unless those occur, he continues yelling in-between the beers he orders. If one of those DOES occur, he proceeds to yell in-between doing said-item.
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Post by lonewolf2017 on Mar 23, 2010 1:28:21 GMT -5
"Well hey again big guy" says a familiar slightly high pitched voice. It has been a while since we last drank together. Come Enjoy a fine, err..., Keg with me." The Halfling waives his hand and a keg with a handle like a tankard appears at his table. [OOC/] the Rancor recognizes the Halfling from his earlier adventure which resulted in his meeting Kaz the first time and the worst hang over of his life.[/OOC]
[OOC/]For the rest of you I need to know who is doing what be it visiting the library or individual studies. Form here I can present to you what you all discover and point you onto the various quest possibilities. Also for any one with a magical tattoo, I need to know the location of each tattoo and if it is visible(ex: you have it on a shoulder under armor or clothing or it is on a bare forearm).[/OOC]
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Post by Deej on Mar 23, 2010 4:08:18 GMT -5
[ooc] Kelnozz would get his on his back, where it's easily covered by clothing/armor [/ooc]
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Post by joelocaust on Mar 23, 2010 9:54:25 GMT -5
"CHEECH!!!!" The Rancor turns and sits down next to the Halfling, a comical side-by-side image. "WHERE DID YOU GET THE 'SUMMON KEG' SPELL?!?!?! NO MATTER!!! THE RANCOR DOES NOT CAST MAGIC!!! THE RANCOR SAW THE DOOR OF NO-DRINKING IN A DREAM LAST NIGHT!!! IT TOLD THE RANCOR TO COME BACK AND KNEE IT IN!!! WHY DIDN'T THE RANCOR THINK OF THAT BEFORE?!?!?! YOU SHOULD HAVE MENTIONED THAT!!! THE RANCOR COULD BE IN THE TEMPEST KEEP RIGHT NOW!!! DRINKING TEMPEST WHISKEY!!! DAMN IT!!!" The Rancor gets steadily more frustrated, smashes a chair at the climax of his anger and throws a bag of 10 gold pieces at the bartender, who probably has Rancor insurance at this point. The Rancor takes a deep breath. "HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?! STILL SHORT!?!?!"
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Post by lonewolf2017 on Mar 23, 2010 10:17:49 GMT -5
Cheech Grins widely (I need a spot check from the Rancor) "Yesss Yesss still short my friend. I am on my way to see the Lord of Flames with some new 'toys' for the lord to see." He kicks his heals up on the table and waves his hand, the chair the Rancor smashed is rebuilt more elaborate. "So you say you had a 'dream' about Kaz, hmmm this interests Cheech. What could old Kaz be up to now?" Cheech seems lost in thought the he shakes his head and smiles again. "So Rancor, what dose the Rancor need? Cause I got what you need." His smile turns sly.
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Post by joelocaust on Mar 23, 2010 17:58:15 GMT -5
[ooc] Spot: 17+(20)=37, lol, I see his snake tongue. [/ooc]
The Rancor immediately gets up and smashes the chair again harder. "THE RANCOR ALREADY PAID TO BREAK THAT DAMN THING!!!" The Rancor sits back down. "THE RANCOR NEEDS ANYTHING FREE!!! THE RANCOR LIKES TOYS!!! THE RANCOR WANTS A TOY!!! <insert story about magic box>. THE RANCOR WANTS THAT WITHOUT KAZ!!!! OH YEAH, HOW DO YOU HANG OUT WITH THE LORD OF FLAMERS AND KAZ?!?! KAZ HAS BEEN DEAD FOR SVEN MILYON YEARS!!! WHAT DO YOU THINK HE'S UP TO?!?! DID YOU HAVE THE DREAM TOO?!?!
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Post by Cadic's Devoted on Mar 23, 2010 20:52:33 GMT -5
[ooc]Circumstance bonus[/ooc]
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Post by Nate on Mar 23, 2010 23:29:47 GMT -5
Braeden hops out of his chair. "Nothing gets the blood pumping like a good research session into some ancient creature." With that he follows everyone else into the library, easily catching the stone thrown by Moraad.
Knowledge Religion 41
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Post by lonewolf2017 on Mar 24, 2010 1:45:07 GMT -5
For the Researchers:
After 4 solid hours digging through some of the most obscure scrolls and parchments in the library you finally come across a nugget of knowledge that you actually find useful. "Kaz the mighty Demon Prince arose from the Kingdom of Flames to assume his position at the command of the elder gods, only to be betrayed by them and forever bound to his place of torment. The Last words of his curse sundered the world and so began the first time of tears." Further research found that the 'Kingdom of Flames' still exists under the control of the Lord of Flames, one of the living divine. For Rancor: This Cheech appears slightly different from the one you first met. He seems older with a scar across his left eye. You also notice he has 4 fangs (2 top and 2 bottom) when he smiles. Cheech merely smiles. "Oh my large friend Cheech is very old and has seen many things but no I did not share your 'Dream'. Come let us toast your Magic Box and drink to the hopes of your finding it." As he raises his glass a beautiful elf girl with a silver collar on slips gracefully across the room and whispers something into his ear. Cheech looks out of the corner of his eye as 3 figures in white robes enter the bar. He sighs and looks to the Rancor. "My friend I fear our time to drink grows short. Perhaps another Keg for the road?" As he speaks the three form a small circle and began chanting. In their midst a forth figure appears armored in glistening Full plate with golden accents and sparkling jewels, with a pure white kilt around his armored legs He moves past the other robed figures who fall into step behind him, approaching the table you are sitting at. Cheech sighs "What Do you want?" "Silence abomination." Barks the armored figure. "We know what you are transporting and the Mithril Order will not permit such a wanton breach of ancient treaties. In the Name of the Sacred Light Prepare your self to..." Before the Knight can finish a cool wind whips through the room. The Bar seems to visibly darken as three Drow enter. The Knight's helmet raises from Cheech to the newcomers "Leave this place Bladesingers, this is not your quarrel." "Mind your manners Paladin." Warned Cheech. The lead Drow drops his cloak revealing rows of scars covering his bare torso and silver needles stuck into neat rows in his arms. His eyes glow icy blue and his voice has a strange echo as it sends a shiver through the core of all who hear it. "Do you know who I am Knight?" "You are Eros the Dark. An Abomination spat forth from the Hells to defy the Light." And with that the Knight produces a massive War hammer and Lunges at Eros who nimbly deflects the blow. Cheech smiles and taps the Rancor on the shoulder "Fifty Gold on Eros." then turning to the young elf girl, "Yes I know we are running late I truly did hope to get to see this show play out." The Knight let out a mighty oath as his Hammer continued to miss the Nimble Drow who would strike the side f his helm each time with the flat of his sword calling out corrections to his stance and attack as he tried in vane to strike at Eros. Realizing their Knight could not win the three robed figures turned toward Cheech and drew swords. Cheach rose slowly stepping up onto the table and sliding out two daggers with a wicked smile. "So you want to dance with Cheech. Come then my friends Look to your deaths." With speed that defied the seances Cheech moved. Before any one could tell what happened he had dispatched two of the Robed men leaving their bleeding corpses on the table top with a stunned look upon their faces. He turned to the third "I give you your life priest. Make good use of it and run." He then tuned to Eros. "Eros old friend if you are done with you lesson please let your student go or send his to his maker. People do have bets riding on this fight." With a swift blur of blades the Knights war hammer lands on the ground and the knight stands looking at his empty hands. "Run and train better Knight" Hisses Eros, " We shall meet again." The Knight mutters another oath and casts a spell vanishing from the bar.
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Post by joelocaust on Mar 24, 2010 11:33:27 GMT -5
[ooc] ok, ok, ok. Ctfo for a second, lol. I have the following questions: Did he always have fangs? Did I clearly notice him not having fangs before? Is he reasonably older (like, since I last saw him)? Is he wearing the same shit? Could he always conjure chairs and beer? Do I recognize any of the symbols or people that begin a huge fight in front of me? Who is the 'student' that Cheech refers to? Have I ever seen Cheech with any of the people he's talking to? Have I ever seen him fight? Does this shit happen all the time around Cheech?[/ooc]
While everybody is watching the Knight chant and vanish, The Rancor sets his keg down and grapples Cheech (19+37=56), basically grabbing him by the elbows and holding him up in the air. "THE RANCOR NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!!!" The Rancor yells over to Eros and whoever is still with him, "AND IF THE DROW TRIES ANYTHING IT WON'T MATTER, SO YOU JUST STAY THERE!!!" He turns back to Cheech, "START TALKING!!!" (1+27 = 28 Intimidate, god I love social skills, I may get to kill someone because of a bad check. Regardless, The Rancor clearly looks serious.) If Eros tries to talk, The Rancor yells, "THE RANCOR DIDN'T ASK YOU A GOD DAMN THING!!! WAIT YOUR TURN!!!"
The Rancor also takes careful notice of how the people in the room look. If anybody tries something once (a footstep, struggling, etc.), The Rancor has a readied action.
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