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Post by Mowyer Pax on May 31, 2009 18:48:26 GMT
Ooh, nice skill. I reckon if any combat happens, you'll need Mowyer's toughness intact, so let's use the potion now with a three point heal and see what evil things Zipp has planned for us.
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Post by Brother Owain on May 31, 2009 19:10:34 GMT
As gently as he can manage, Owain applies one of his own potions to Mowyer's charred flesh. "That should help take the sting away for now, but sadly I cannot promise there will be no scars. "The man you said you trusted - was he this Jason? "For now, I will help you. After all, you said this business could be linked to the plague, so it appears our missions may be related."
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Post by Mowyer Pax on May 31, 2009 19:15:09 GMT
Mowyer frowns, but remembers the question she asked Sera Veshin. "No, but he is another whom I would trust, so his apparent defection to Sera would again suggest more going on that in appears." Mowyer muses. "Veshin did not say if Jason was with them, though."
Mowyer then smiles as she remembers something else. "I suppose there is no reason to give it now, as I have already revealed it, but to ensure you do not think we of Oasis are impolite I will tell you my name. It is Mowyer Pax. I am of Citadel."
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Post by Brother Owain on May 31, 2009 19:18:37 GMT
Owain smiles back. "A pleasure, Miss Pax. Now let's get moving."
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Post by Mowyer Pax on May 31, 2009 20:00:04 GMT
And scene. Except for where the undead soldiers come back to hideous life through their Botox injections.
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Post by zipp on Jun 1, 2009 6:59:24 GMT
Just then, there was a loud clanking sound from the center of the room. Both Owain and Mowyer turned their heads, but nothing seemed immediately wrong. There was something different about the room, though it was one of those little things the eyes notice without the mind being able to comprehend. Then Owain grabbed Mowyer's arm.
"Gertwiller's body," he hissed. Indeed, the body was no longer lying where it had been.
That was when the fire in the room, torches and all, blew out. They were plunged into total darkness.
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Post by Brother Owain on Jun 1, 2009 7:20:25 GMT
"Not again. Please, not this again," says Owain. "We need to get out of here now!" The priest casts a spell of protection on himself and Mowyer. The Faithshield illuminates the two with a faint aura.
Mass Faithshield in effect. +1 Toughness each, plus it's the only light-source I have.
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Post by Mowyer Pax on Jun 1, 2009 17:35:32 GMT
"What is it? What is happening?" asks Mowyer biasing to where she remembers Owain being. She wonders what evil the priest has already encountered - was it the very evil that turned both him and Aram in to lunatics previously?
She draws her sword and manoeuvers herself in to her shield, pleasantly surprised that her arm is not too stiff nor does it hurt too much. The power of healing elixirs, she supposes.
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Post by Brother Owain on Jun 1, 2009 17:44:50 GMT
Owain answers in hushed tones: "Remember I told you my group experienced an illusion? It was caused by a powerful evil. An evil whose arrival was heralded by darkness. We may already be in another dreamscape - be on your guard."
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Post by Mowyer Pax on Jun 1, 2009 17:58:26 GMT
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Post by zipp on Jun 1, 2009 18:43:48 GMT
"I think the door we want to take is about thirty feet in this direction," Mowyer says. Taking Owain's arm, she begins to move in that direction. All around them was a sound of shuffling feet and, distantly, of clanking armour.
I need skill rolls from both of you. You don't want to fail this roll. How fast are you moving?
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Post by Brother Owain on Jun 1, 2009 18:50:39 GMT
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Post by Mowyer Pax on Jun 1, 2009 19:44:05 GMT
Pretty slow, she is both guiding him and providing rearguard!
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Post by Mowyer Pax on Jun 1, 2009 19:45:35 GMT
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Post by zipp on Jun 2, 2009 0:00:11 GMT
Mowyer's instincts brought her to a halt. They'd only gone about ten paces from where they had started, but her senses were screaming a warning to her. She squeezed the priest's hand, hoping he would understand that they needed to stay silent.
A few feet away, the shuffling got louder. Suddenly, a face loomed up out of the darkness. Mowyer and Owain both fought to stiffle a cry. It was one of the bodies which had been lying on the floor. It's face had been half torn off by some creature's claws. One eye was split and pussing. The other stared at them with incredible intensity, but the dead man made no move to attack, and after a moment he shuffled away.
Mowyer pressed a fist into her mouth. Why had they not been attacked? Were these things tracking movement?
Each of you take a stress point. The ball is in your park
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