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Post by zipp on Apr 10, 2009 9:51:32 GMT
Darkness again, accompanied by the tingle of electricity. Then nothing. No sensation.
Such was the experience of traveling through whatever void the companions had leapt into. Owain and Aram first knew they had survived the journey because they could hear each other breathing. Whoever (or whatever) had saved them was gone.
They were still in darkness, but this felt naturally dark. It wasn't stiffling... it wasn't heavy with power or alive with intent... it was simply the absence of light.
Even this was soon remedied. Aram found a door and opening it, discovered another room, brightly lit by four standing candle sconces. In the middle of the room stood a large device made up of an altar surrounded by five parallel rings. What the device was used for was unknown. The light spread into the room they were in, which seemed to be a storage room of some kind.
That's when they realized Meldorac wasn't with them, and Gregor was lying in a crumpled heap amidst a pile of boxes. The mage groaned. Apparently the journey hadn't been as easy for him. But at least he was alive.
Gregor, check board.
More coming in the morning. If anyone wants to search the storage room for items, it's a skill roll.
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Post by Brother Owain on Apr 10, 2009 10:25:50 GMT
Owain asks Aram to ensure this place is secure, then kneels by Gregor to check the mage for injuries.
What I really want to do is rob the living crap out of this room, but am (unfortunately) roleplaying a healer.
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Post by zipp on Apr 10, 2009 18:31:16 GMT
I was gonna post, but on second thought, I'm gonna give everyone a chance to take some action first.
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Post by Gregor on Apr 10, 2009 22:23:13 GMT
Gregor unfurls himself from his crumpled heap on the floor. Standing as best he can, he looks around, then looks at Owain.
"Where are we.....?"
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Post by Sir Aram on Apr 10, 2009 23:19:32 GMT
"We are in a storage room," says Sir Aram simply as he ensures that the room is secure. He is much calmer now that he has survived against the odds and the immediate danger has passed. "Beyond that, who can say? A more important question might be: where is Meldorac? Why isn't he here with us? What happened after the two of us left?" Once he is sure that the room is empty but for the three of them and that all the exits are secure, he begins a cursory search of the room, but he turns up little of interest. SKILL roll (1 die) searching the storage room (1d20=6)
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Post by zipp on Apr 10, 2009 23:59:00 GMT
Indeed... very little of interest.
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Post by Brother Owain on Apr 11, 2009 6:33:41 GMT
"Where is Sherri, for that matter?" adds Owain as he begins his own search, satisfied that the mage does not require treatment. Search:
1d20 → [9] = (9) 1d20 → [6] = (6) 1d20 → [16] = (16) 1d20 → [11] = (11)
invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2018651/
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Post by Gregor on Apr 11, 2009 7:59:22 GMT
Gregor thought for a moment before speaking. The semi-vacant look on his face was obvious. "I...dont know where he is.... Weren't we just in Oasis, at the gates?? Then there was this.....girl...and her questions...." Gregor shook his head and blinked. He then turned to his companions and smiled. "So since we'[re all here then chaps, lets get going. Anything of interest in this room??" search (1d20=4, 1d20=20)
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Post by zipp on Apr 12, 2009 8:43:49 GMT
Searching together, the three companions find most of the boxes contain pottery or preserved food, such as dried fruit and salted meat. One box contains bottles of fine wine.
Gregor, check board. Anyone can take any of this food stuff or the wine. If anyone wants to find something equivalent that's not listed, say you find it.
Suddenly, they heard a loud slam from somewhere in the house, and a masculine voice call out:
"Help! Is anyone here? Help me, by Kai!"
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Post by Brother Owain on Apr 12, 2009 18:13:21 GMT
Hearing the voice, Owain loads and winds his crossbow before setting off to investigate.
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Post by Sir Aram on Apr 13, 2009 3:52:18 GMT
Aram also heads toward the voice, sword and shield in hand.
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Post by zipp on Apr 13, 2009 18:56:26 GMT
The companions made their way through the house, headed for the sound of the voice. On the way, they passed several rooms and began to get the idea that wherever they were, it served as a kind of storehouse or waypoint. Most of the rooms seemed design for storage, and what sleeping quarters they saw seemed militaristic in their simplicity.
They came to some stairs. At the top was a closed door, and behind that, the cries for help still emanated. Aram went first, opening the door cautiously and coming into a bureaucratic looking entrance hall. There were several windows, through which he could see nothing for the darkness of the hour. There was also a set of double doors, against which was leaning a strange figure.
It was a man, though his features were more than a little feminine, and his body was long and skinny. A mess of shoulder length black hair hung around his face, and he looked overly gaunt, like he hadn't eaten in days.
Though he had called for help, the moment he saw Aram, he yelped in surprise and drew a rapier from a silver sheath at his side.
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Post by Sir Aram on Apr 13, 2009 23:28:43 GMT
"Easy there," says Aram, pointing his sword at the floor. "I am Sir Aram, Knight of the Realm. We came to help, and we mean you no harm."
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Post by Brother Owain on Apr 14, 2009 0:18:55 GMT
Owain lowers his crossbow. "Why did you call out if you did not know we were here?" he asks the man. Considering his starved appearance despite the abundance of food in the house, he adds "Presumably this is not your home."
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Post by zipp on Apr 14, 2009 2:10:50 GMT
"No, it is not. I take it you're not from Oasis, then?" the man sounds calmer, but he doesn't lower his blade. "If you were you would recognize this as one of the Wayhouses. Portals in these houses connect the more distant reaches of Oasis. I came because these houses are usually heavily guarded. But again, I must make assumptions. It is only you here, isn't it?"
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