Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
I really hope we have a rubber map.
Nearly same point: Dragon's Cave, Tayem-Ayem, Willow's home
Fairly close: Gwyneth's home, some port where Shadowbane appeared off a ship, probably a different port where Tomas and Kalane disembarked.
I kinda get it why Tolkien had more map sketches than book scraps per passage.
And someone seems to have misunderstood: I'm unconscious. I'm busy whacking the skeleton's dead counterpart. Making a undead generally requires something humanoid to have died, and ther spirits are bound on the plane of the dead while the skeletons march around. Destroying the skeleton sends these souls on, while I am... well, you'll see. Remember, this passage starts a little back in time compared to where you are now.
Circon stretched out his sword arm. "Hold this." he said to something unseen. The sword was snatched out of his hand. "And now for my armor. In the name of righteousness! I call for aid from Thee, Lord!" Suddenly Circon was clad in steel armor, a shield with a large gold lion in his left hand, a Lead-Filled Mace (3d4)* in his right.
"Now I get it why being a Paladin is so appealing!" he said. "Time to bash some undead." He pinpointed the location of the undead army, and was there with a thought, distance having no meaning on the plane of the dead.
White souls and ghosts by the hundred, there were. Circon's Lead-Filled Mace (3d4) crashed down on one ghostly skull after another, collapsing the skeleton on the world and sending the trapped soul directly to whatever paradise or nirvana they chose to believe in.
But then some powerful magic was building in the world. The ghostly skeletons vanished, their corporeal bodies being destroyed. Circon was drawn too close to one and -
- woke up. His sword was in his hand again, the shield, mace and armor were gone. Kalane was in High Elven Blood Fury, throwing out all sorts of magic, and Willow was somewhere up in the sky and gone all black.
Well, whatever power those two have called on, they seem to be doing all right. he thought. Circon decided to stay out of it, and find somewhere he could get a good night's rest. Sleep was going to be impossible, with Kalane's words nagging at him and Willow's newfound dark power disturbing his own.
Some guy claiming to be Willow's magic tutor came up and shouted at him. Circon shouted right back, mumbling under his breath as he turned away. A sadistic grin spread over his face. Whoever that noisy person was, he was going to be very itchy the next morning...
After the undead army had been destroyed, Willow's tutor, named George, took Willow to the healing center in his village, and the others followed, more or less by default. There was an argument over whether Willow had become overtaken by dark power, and George was screaming that she should stay with the group, while the others tried to make her stay in the village. Circon wandered off, bought a bottle of good wine, and wandered into a dark alley, looking for possible goods to buy while a debate raged nearby. They should have asked me. But then, who likes to ask me unless I say something? He managed to find someoen with interesting goods: Twelve pages of ancient mysteries. The smuggler did not allow Circon to look at them, but Circon felt the power still resident in the parchment. Once he had his hands on those...
Circon handed over two caltrops, a vial of rare poison, a pouch of gold and a shiny spearhead that the smuggler would think magic. Well, most of this was useless to him, and the parhcments were useless to the smuggler.
But not only did the smuggler try to not deliver the goods: He stabbed Circon in the throat and ran off with the bag of gold and the poison vial. "A graahh hahh hrahh!" (A pox on you!) Circon shouted after the man. His hand pulled out the skull-surmounted wand and waved it. The man collapsed, and was dragged back to Circon. Circons tood up, blood running from his throat, still with the knife stuck in it.
His reappearance at the counsel caused a commotion. Several retched at seeing his throat. I need a healer at once. This man stabbed me. he wrote in large green letters in the air.
OOC: I can post again within 3 hours to answer questions.
*(3d4) is an inside joke for those playing Angband
. It means 3 dice 4 sides, aka 3-12 dmg but centered in the middle.
Edited: ok I guess both of dont read quite properly...
Nearly same point: Dragon's Cave, Tayem-Ayem, Willow's home
Fairly close: Gwyneth's home, some port where Shadowbane appeared off a ship, probably a different port where Tomas and Kalane disembarked.
I kinda get it why Tolkien had more map sketches than book scraps per passage.
And someone seems to have misunderstood: I'm unconscious. I'm busy whacking the skeleton's dead counterpart. Making a undead generally requires something humanoid to have died, and ther spirits are bound on the plane of the dead while the skeletons march around. Destroying the skeleton sends these souls on, while I am... well, you'll see. Remember, this passage starts a little back in time compared to where you are now.
Circon stretched out his sword arm. "Hold this." he said to something unseen. The sword was snatched out of his hand. "And now for my armor. In the name of righteousness! I call for aid from Thee, Lord!" Suddenly Circon was clad in steel armor, a shield with a large gold lion in his left hand, a Lead-Filled Mace (3d4)* in his right.
"Now I get it why being a Paladin is so appealing!" he said. "Time to bash some undead." He pinpointed the location of the undead army, and was there with a thought, distance having no meaning on the plane of the dead.
White souls and ghosts by the hundred, there were. Circon's Lead-Filled Mace (3d4) crashed down on one ghostly skull after another, collapsing the skeleton on the world and sending the trapped soul directly to whatever paradise or nirvana they chose to believe in.
But then some powerful magic was building in the world. The ghostly skeletons vanished, their corporeal bodies being destroyed. Circon was drawn too close to one and -
- woke up. His sword was in his hand again, the shield, mace and armor were gone. Kalane was in High Elven Blood Fury, throwing out all sorts of magic, and Willow was somewhere up in the sky and gone all black.
Well, whatever power those two have called on, they seem to be doing all right. he thought. Circon decided to stay out of it, and find somewhere he could get a good night's rest. Sleep was going to be impossible, with Kalane's words nagging at him and Willow's newfound dark power disturbing his own.
Some guy claiming to be Willow's magic tutor came up and shouted at him. Circon shouted right back, mumbling under his breath as he turned away. A sadistic grin spread over his face. Whoever that noisy person was, he was going to be very itchy the next morning...
After the undead army had been destroyed, Willow's tutor, named George, took Willow to the healing center in his village, and the others followed, more or less by default. There was an argument over whether Willow had become overtaken by dark power, and George was screaming that she should stay with the group, while the others tried to make her stay in the village. Circon wandered off, bought a bottle of good wine, and wandered into a dark alley, looking for possible goods to buy while a debate raged nearby. They should have asked me. But then, who likes to ask me unless I say something? He managed to find someoen with interesting goods: Twelve pages of ancient mysteries. The smuggler did not allow Circon to look at them, but Circon felt the power still resident in the parchment. Once he had his hands on those...
Circon handed over two caltrops, a vial of rare poison, a pouch of gold and a shiny spearhead that the smuggler would think magic. Well, most of this was useless to him, and the parhcments were useless to the smuggler.
But not only did the smuggler try to not deliver the goods: He stabbed Circon in the throat and ran off with the bag of gold and the poison vial. "A graahh hahh hrahh!" (A pox on you!) Circon shouted after the man. His hand pulled out the skull-surmounted wand and waved it. The man collapsed, and was dragged back to Circon. Circons tood up, blood running from his throat, still with the knife stuck in it.
His reappearance at the counsel caused a commotion. Several retched at seeing his throat. I need a healer at once. This man stabbed me. he wrote in large green letters in the air.
OOC: I can post again within 3 hours to answer questions.
*(3d4) is an inside joke for those playing Angband
. It means 3 dice 4 sides, aka 3-12 dmg but centered in the middle.Edited: ok I guess both of dont read quite properly...
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