<font color=99FFCC>Morguerat 105/115

Morguerat exited the treasure chamber with the shield slung over his shoulder and Senora cradled in his arms. He saw the wall and stood transfixed for a few moments before he realised Larry was still exclaiming about being blinded and helpless, shielding his eyes from the brilliant display he told Larry, "Be at peace, though bright, the wall should hold at bay nearly anything, giving us a bit of time to make our escape."

He then looked at Joesph, "Do I have the jist of it correctly? If and when we get out of here I'll have to make sure you get a good look at the journal from Myron."</font>

[ 02-21-2006, 10:05 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

<font color=skyblue>Larry

Larry heard the voice of Morgie, and instantly went more calm as the big man told him that there was nothing present to harm any of them. Larry figited around and found the scabbard for Nightblade, and sheathed it. He was still upset that he could not see anything, and felt more safe if he were standing right at his rescuer's side...so he put his hands out in front of him and slowly shuffled his feet in the direction that he heard Morgie's voice as he was thus now speaking with Joseph...</font>

<font color=seagreen>Yevaud

The human crawled on his belly like a dog, scrambling to get away, even as the elf drew nearer, casually knocking aside the caltrops with the blade as he went. Yevaud quickly struck the mans hamstrings and then his triceps , disabling his ability to move and cast any spell that required movement, not that he seemed to be in a position to do so. He then looked around for the next nearest opponent, this one would be here waiting for his end. The wet and icy floor would make footing treacherous, but it added an element of challenge that had been vanished from this fight.</font>

<font color=green>Andrion Wilgor 22/22

High above the Tower of Shadow, the dark corridors of which were witnesses to events, which might forever change the future of the lands of Ironworks, a single owl circled below the clouds, his sinister eyes watching the lands below, and his ears listening for any sound coming from the Tower.

The owl, heard the bumbling ranger’s shriek as he lost his sight, and smiled to himself. Some guardian of the tower seemed to be causing the intruders considerable anguish. Andrion hoped that the intruders would not be allowed to escape. He himself was powerless against them in his current form.

He reflected on how he, the powerful Andrion Wilgor had come to this. He did not regret the decisions he had made. His only regret was not having been powerful enough to have been able to confront the Mage of Shadow. He held no hatred for the one he had come to serve, instead realising what he could gain from serving him.

Deep inside Andrion knew that he would not forever serve the Mage. But for the moment it served his purposes, in situations like the one the Mage had taken him from by giving him this owl body.

Andrion could still feel the pain from the stab, which had killed him, even though he had no body part resembling the one, which had been struck. The psychological would of having been overcome, even though it had been through numerical superiority would stay with him all of his life.</font>

<font color=orange>Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98

Though he did not enjoy the distraction from his true aim in this engagement, putting warlocks and witches out of commission, the obstacle erected before him needed to be dealt with. And while it was persistant in its efforts, he now knew for a certainty that he could damage the creature. One more solid hit might suffice.

He found his mind grew less clouded by the second, and while the presence of the green gem was never entirely absent, he swung his trusty warhammer at the bee with confidence.</font>

<font color=white>For Marcos:

The bee had lost its desire for fighting when it had been hit, but the Cleric controlling it was able to regain his command over it, and so sent it back again to wear down these two.

It zipped towards Marcos as he raised his hammer to meet it.

At the same time, Anarrima's spell prayer was complete.

Anarrima casts: Magic Weapon.

Her staff is now a +1 weapon. However, it would not be needed against the bee. The stupid insect zoomed to its doom as Marcos set himself, took good aim, and crashed the hammer into the bee's head, rendering it lifeless instantly. It fell to the floor. The cleric that had controlled it snarled in his frustration and began screaming vulgar words of a spell in such fury as to turn his face purplish-red with the effort. </font>

[ 02-10-2006, 06:51 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

Senora:

“The leaves they fall-Around! Around! The leaves they fall upon the ground.”

The singsong melody of the childhood nursery rhyme ran through Senora’s head as she watched the leaves fall from the trees speckling the forest floor with vibrant green. Long wavy locks of her fiery hair cascaded around her as she looked up allowing the soft foliage to land upon her face-soft to the touch. Carefree she turned beneath the rain of fresh leaves extending her palms out hoping to catch one.

“Orange, brown, yellow and red. Autumn has tucked the sun in bed.”

The last line of the nursery rhyme struck something within the priestess. The feeling of a memory teetering on the edge of remembrance, teasing her senses daring her to grasp at it in recollection. The leaves were green and fresh. As if in confirmation to this thought one of them landed in her hand. Grasping it within her fingers, it easily folded the way fresh plants do. It wasn’t dry, crisp or discolored with age. She had always spent a lot of time in the forest; she knew fresh leaves did not fall from trees, especially not in masses like this. Looking up again a sense of urgency to reclaim that lost memory settled upon her. Why were the leaves all falling?

The trees around her groaned in response, their once full branches looking skeletal and bare against the clouded sky. They groaned only once and then the woods went silent. Silent as…A new verse to the nursery rhyme one that never existed in the childhood version skipped through her mind.

“Orange, brown, Yellow and Red. Run little girl, you’ve failed-they’re dead.”

Suddenly with the sensation of a wind tunnel sucking the forest up and away from her, she finally recalled that tantalizing memory and immediately wished to give it back. Her eyelids snapped opened. Her vision, blurry from the hit to her head as well as the darkness of her cloak was in stark contrast to the day lit forest of her unconscious mind and a rude burst of reality. Her fight or flight instincts kicked in before her rational mind could catch up. A full five seconds passed before her hearing returned to her with a roar. She didn’t know where she was or in who’s arms she was held, she only knew she had managed to dig her dagger into his side.

<font color=skyblue>Larry Silverfall 8/23

Larry had been heading towards the man that had saved him from death at the hands of a rabid tiger when he heard something that he could not understand. Of course, he was blind so he could see nothing of what was going on, but he heard a shuffle, an intake of breath, what sounded like a clink...and a surprised gasp followed by a thump. ~WTF???~

Larry stopped where he was, just a few feet from the big man yet not really knowing that, put his hand upon the hilt of his newly re-acquired blade that was sheathed, and called out timidly, "Morgie?"</font>

OOC>>>

Morgie:

Senora's dagger pierced the chains of your suit, on the side, under your arm. You've lost 8hp at the surprise attack at the which you've reacted by tossing her to the ground in instictive defence.

Senora: Your tumble to the floor costs 3hp. I think Morgie let you down easy. He could have tossed your boney rear across the room at that magic wall that Joe conjured. Count your blessings.

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<font color=99ffcc>Morguerat 97/115

Just when he had begun to relax a bit waiting on Joe to get them the heck out of there, this happens. A slight movement from his unconscious ward, and then the shnnnnnk sound of metal on metal and finally, pain, he could see, hear and feel each event occuring as though observing from outside his body, in painful slow motion each step unfolding, He barely registered dropping the woman, as time began to resolve itself sucking him back inside of himself in a rush and a roar things seemed to speed up, firstly there was great pain, coming from his sword-arm where the dagger had slid through the chain guard. Secondly there was dizziness as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. Thirdly he realized that he was the source of the roaring, and quickly cut it off, clenching his teeth tightly. The wound was not deep he knew, but it would rob his arm of strength, Morguerat began to analyze his advantages and liabilities over this foe without even thinking, his ability to both destroy, and to defend would be limitted, and if the woman was preparing to strike again... His sword arm dropped, and he used what strength remained in it to force it down, both to prevent bleeding, as well as to conserve it's strength. Morguerat refused to strike at the priestess however, at least until she explained herself, and if she did try to strike again, he promised himself that he would make a window to toss the witch out of.</font>

<font color=gold>Cleric 1</font>

<font color=white>His words were fast and cruel. His syllables rang out in a sputtering venomous sting to assault the ears of those that heard him.

<font color=peru>Anarrima had just smiled at the sight of Marcos killing the abomination when those magical words found her elven ears. She could do nothing. She and Marcos would not stop him in time, but that did not stop her from trying. She decided to hurl her staff at him, hoping to knock him out of concentration. </font>

The spell was cast: Sound Burst
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~~~~BOOM~~~~
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The sound of a sonic blast assaulted the ears of everyone within the field of hearing, except Cleric 1 who cast it and Cleric 4 who was admiring how his rear looked in the reflection on the floor. (They have special immunity).

Cleric 3: Among his other torments, was hit with 6hp sonic blast damage, and is stunned, failing his fortitude roll.

Yevaud: 6hp sonic blast damage, save vs. stun made
Marcos: 4hp sonic blast damage, save vs. stun made
Anarrima: 7hp sonic blast damage. Failed her fortitude roll. Stunned.
Tao: The blast that was created magically could not penetrate the lady's blue aura that she stood within.
Vincent: 3hp sonic blast damage, save vs. stun made


The staff that was thrown before the spell was cast landed short of its mark. After casting the spell, Cleric 1 retrieved the weapon that had been temporarily enhanced with a spell and decided to hold onto this gift for a while. </font>

OOC>>>See the updated post in the OOC discussion on current standing of your character.

[ 02-13-2006, 12:28 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]