Forland
Expert Ninja
Timmy! Shh...Timmy
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Post by Forland on Feb 14, 2003 21:44:16 GMT -5
0.1.14 Forland walks over to grab his rope, gently unslipping the knots and coiling it before placing it in his pack. He then walks over and climbs in the boat removing his pack and sitting on it. Lowering his staff to his lap, but not extinguishing it's light he begins to examine the staff a bit more closely.
Just admiring the staff as I recall the fight and the incident where it felled the orc in one strike.
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Post by DungeonMaster on Feb 14, 2003 22:06:39 GMT -5
0.1.15 The craft floats across the water, with the mighty warrior pushing at first, then leaping inside. The new boat rocks a bit from the weight of the crew, but it appears to hold...for now at least.
As you drift into the waters of the Swamp of Ghosts, you can hear the rending of flesh from behind you. The dragon has returned to finish it's feast. The sizzle of acid on flesh and bone mix with the dragon's roars and the crunching of bone on bone.
A new journey has begun for the group of elves and men. And the Swamp of Ghosts ALWAYS welcomes new victims...
If you wish to post any particular task you will be performing for the boat, please feel free to. Basically I just need to know what everyone is doing in the down time on the waters. I will post the beginning of the next chapter shortly...
Also, kudos to everyone for the teamwork and ingenuity involved in making the craft. You can all look forward to a healthy XP bonus at the end of the adventure for your actions.
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Forland
Expert Ninja
Timmy! Shh...Timmy
Posts: 38
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Post by Forland on Feb 14, 2003 22:11:46 GMT -5
0.1.16 Forland leans back against the side of the boat, closing his eyes.
Sleeping and studying my book when I awaken. After that happens i'll give you my spell list on my first post.
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Post by Wulfgar on Feb 14, 2003 22:21:21 GMT -5
0.1.17 I'll be in the back of the boat, since I got in last. I'll be using my shield as an oar. Time allowing I'll sharpen my sword and try to get some rest.
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Post by Aeranin on Feb 14, 2003 22:29:43 GMT -5
0.1.18 Taking the hood back from the lamp, Aeranin peered through the mists trying to discern shadow from crooked lifeless limbs that seemed to reach from their gnarled trunks. Settling back on the left side of the boat, Aeranin uncoiled his whip and retrieved his lantern. This night would be long indeed.
I take out my whip and keep my lantern on the left side. I'm waiting.
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Post by DungeonMaster on Feb 14, 2003 22:44:43 GMT -5
0.1.19
The swamp seems even darker than it did before. The nearby trees have become twisted shadows with clawlike branches reaching out, and a foul odor rises from the murky water. Overhead, through the tangled branches, the sky also appears strange. The stars have subtly changed positions, and the moon is closer, nearly full. Menacing clouds begin to roll across the western sky like a curtain of black smoke. In but a few moments, the clouds blot out the feeble starlight completely.
A storm is brewing- a very BAD storm.
Some time passes, you each have time to memorize new spells and anyone that was still injured heals 1 hitpoint for rest.
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Forland
Expert Ninja
Timmy! Shh...Timmy
Posts: 38
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Post by Forland on Feb 14, 2003 22:56:30 GMT -5
0.1.20 Forland wakens and and sits up. Looking down to his leg, he removes the make-shift splint to see that it is some what healed, although it has stopped bleeding, he can see there will be a nasty scar. Sighing he thumbs through his spell book stopping on a page and reading it over and over. Then flips to the next page and repeats the process.
Spell List is same as last time chuck -Flame Bolt, +Magic Weapon.
HP: 6 / 7
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Post by Neeola on Feb 14, 2003 23:00:11 GMT -5
0.1.21 Neeola suddenly remembers the pouch at her waist that is carrying several small stones. She takes one out, brings it close to her lips and wispers a single word "shael". Suddenly the stone begins to glow. "Let this guide us through the darkness." She walks to the front of the boat so that they can see in the direction they are moving.
I am casting a light spell
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Post by DungeonMaster on Feb 14, 2003 23:10:46 GMT -5
0.1.22 The boat slips through a tangle of tall reeds growing up from beneath the black, murky water. The fog has dissipated, but the surroundings are still gloomy.
Overhead, branches entwine to form a dense canopy. You see the limbs of the tress sway back and forth with the growing wind...and something in them catches your eye. Corpses...nearly a dozen of them swing from the largest branches, ropes tied around their necks. Most are half eaten by the swamp's creatures, but a few still bear faces stretched in terror across their bones.
The sounds of the swamp are louder now, and they echo through the trees. Unseen creatures slide through the reeds below the water's surface. A chorus of croaks and ribbits begins, as if to greet you, growing so loud that every other sound is drowned out by their raucous song. Then, all at once, the chorus stops...
What are you doing at this moment?
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Post by Wulfgar on Feb 14, 2003 23:16:07 GMT -5
0.1.23 Slowly and deliberately, Wulfgar raised his shield out of the water and let the small craft’s inertia continue them slowly forward. He slipped the shield on his arm, and grasped his sword. Now, so equipped he was whole.
First creepy thing that comes within striking distance, I'm hitting.
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Forland
Expert Ninja
Timmy! Shh...Timmy
Posts: 38
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Post by Forland on Feb 14, 2003 23:29:18 GMT -5
0.1.24 Forland slips his book back into the inside of his robes. He then scans the trees looking for anything out of the ordinary.
Want to make a spot check up in the trees.
Spot: +2 AC: 13 HP: 6
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Post by DungeonMaster on Feb 14, 2003 23:38:33 GMT -5
Want to make a spot check up in the trees. Spot: +2 AC: 13 HP: 6 Glancing into the trees, you notice nothing out of the ordinary (well, "ordinary" for this Swamp may be entirely different than it's normal definition). The corpses don't appear to be moving on their own, unlike the ones back at the camp, they just sway with the wind and the twisted branches.I won't post the results of your spot check because you don't know if you succeeded or failed.
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Post by Aeranin on Feb 14, 2003 23:41:44 GMT -5
0.1.25 Glaring at the ragged tree limbs, Aeranin tried hard to choke back his disgust. Whatever could defile nature on such a scale had to be much more than any simple ghost. No, this was true evil. Closing his eyes for a moment and tilting back his head, Aeranin tried to distinguish the exact direction in which they were traveling. Opening his eyes again, he leveled his gaze in anticipation. Aeranin was suddenly taken aback. Earlier he had felt nothing more than disgust and contempt for this vile swamp. But, it had been overtaken by a far different emotion. He was... eager. His you elven blood burned to purge this place of the iniquitous demons and devils that he imagined waiting just beneath the surface. His heart would wait. To himself he whispered, "Ettullie, Thaurerea!!(Come, Abominable ones!!)" Time would tell.
I want to use my Intuit direction skill to determine the direction where are traveling in and my spot skill to see if I can see anything in the water.
Intuit direction (+1) Spot (+2)
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Post by DungeonMaster on Feb 14, 2003 23:50:37 GMT -5
I want to use my Intuit direction skill to determine the direction where are traveling in and my spot skill to see if I can see anything in the water. Intuit direction (+1) Spot (+2) Your inner feeling of direction has never failed you...until now. Something within this evil place seems to confuse your sense of direction...for all you can tell, you have all been traveling in circles for the past few hours (or has it been days?). It seems the moon never sets or even budges from the sky, and the darkness of the swamp never lifts.
Peering into the water, you can make out the shapes of toads and lizards scurrying about just beneath the surface. The water is black though, as though some silky, evil oil has clouded it and sunken into the hearts of the trees of this place.Your intuit direction fails for mysterious reasons.
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Post by Wulfgar on Feb 16, 2003 0:35:42 GMT -5
0.1.26 “This kind of devilry frustrates my blood!” Wulfgar hissed through clenched teeth. Orcs, living or not, even dragons, these were things that he could see, he could touch, he could cleave. These vaporous horrors that seemed to drift around them mocked him with their intangibility.
“It could be worse.” He willed calm into his heart, but not his arms, which retained their grip on his sword and shield. “At least it’s not raining.”<br>
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