<font color="99ff00">OOC: {edit- grumble, posted right after you two...}

IC: After hearing what Syrathic had to say Morguerat could barely hide his cry of outrage, he contained most of it, but some of it managed to escape his lips, more a growl of fury than any discernable words, after being shushed by his companions he questioned them about their next move, with luck and skill on their side they could likely take out several guards without being noticed.

"grr, where's a priest when you need one, a 15' silence spell on an arrow would be a great way to make them invisible to each other, as well as concealing the body..."
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[ 01-09-2003, 07:49 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

As Brendon tried to respond Syrathic rejoined the party and informed them of all he saw. Dantes' jaw lowered in shock.
"A. . .a dragon. . .grimlocks couldn't possibly have. . . but if they didn't then. . .how. . ."
A million questions shot through Dante's brain as he contemplates the information just given to him. Well at least he knew what the rune was for.
"Well nothing will be answered unless we get a chance to look into that room. Here is the plan I devised. I am going to cast a chaos spell on the grimlocks in the room. Hopefully with the casting of the spell it will turn the argument over food, into a bloody affair, after they have hopefully fought amongst themselves for awhile we can move in and mop up. If that doesn't work I may have afew other tricks up my sleeve. Does anyone have any other suggestions?"

[ 01-09-2003, 08:15 PM: Message edited by: AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe ]

<font color=skyblue>For TAOWolf</font>

<font color=cadetblue>The air in this narrow place grows denser as she speaks, roiling with a malicious complacency. The mocking notes of whispered laughter seem to increase in density as well, striking her ears with an almost palpable thudding and crowding themselves into her intake of breath. Soon even the sound of her voice is muted by the stagnant pocket of wind which absorbs her speech.

<font color=skyblue>A threat! How simply splendid! ..... Yeeeeeeeeees! You are indeed a marvel, woman! O yes! ..... But you fail to see that I have played with you along ..... Ah! It is to laugh! ..... Yes, breathe! By all means breathe, for I am now the air of this place .....</font>

Laughter sounds within her then and the whispers which strike her ears are mirrored by those which sound in mer mind. The voice now speaking within her is a voice old with an age vastly longer than that of the eldest of the living things of this world, and evil with the visceral relentlessness of a darkness that allows not even the possibility of light. There is no goodness at all to be found here only a terrible absence that swallows and destroys. Even the terrible Mage, the one named ‘Larry’, for all his power was not so absolute in his evil as this.

<font color=skyblue>Yes! Now you begin to understand ..... Ah! And such a sweet sound, this screaming outrage within you! O yes! ..... A pity I cannot consume you ..... Still this has been such a wonderful meeting and I must thank you ...... What? You still do not realize? ...... But, of course, how could you be expected to know that the simple taste of your life is all that I require to move forward with this little game of mine ...... Yes, woman, you are very much one who has been played with. O yes! ......</font>

Laughter thunders within her with a sudden fury and throughout the inner forums the lay lines are seized in the grasp of a polluting hatred. The power stolen from the Hunger mingles with the breathing that has been stolen from the woman and extends the corrupting touch of the Devourer into the lay lines, desecrating them.

<font color=skyblue>A splendid game! O yes! ..... Tell me, woman, how quickly would these forums fall into nothingness should I allow the Hunger to reach through these lines? ..... Yes, a truly splendid game. Perhaps we shall play again another day ..... And because you have been so very cooperative, allow me to dispel an illusion of yours. Everything about the Windbringer has to do with me ..... A splendid game indeed!</font>

With a violent spasm, the Wind leaves her lungs and makes its way out into the storm leaving her gasping for breath. The mocking whispers of its laughter, however, linger for some time within her ears and behind her thoughts.</font>

<font color=indianred>Brendon Grey

Brendon listened and pondered. He did not like this at all. But at least they had a decent plan. The chaos spell thrown into the room would surely play to the good of the party, because the grimlocks should all fail the save and begin whipping each other into a pulp. But, there was the concern of the seven foot guy. And what about the live prisoner? They had to save him!

Speaking up, Brendon paid his two cents. "I think that is the only chance we've got...unless the witch over there can come up with another belch for us..."

He was hoping that a smile on such a desperate situation would help take everybody's mind off the hopelessness of it all.

A dragon...a dragon had been killed by these creatures? </font>

Dankorona stares straight into the rock as if his gaze alone could melt the stone. The sounds of the Grimlocks arguing brought back painful memories for the sturdy little gnome. He was not fond of the few memories that remained of his time with the grimlocks. Those memories replayed themslves in his mind as he sat routed to his spot. The mention of a gnome captive was the only thing that brought Dankorona out of his reverie.
"Aye, we need to rescue the gnome, as soon as possible." Dankorona said. With this said he started off toward the door and was only halted when Dantes physically grabbed him and pulled him back.
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Dantes was starled by the gnome's sudden reaction but none the less manages to keep the gnome from betraying their presence. (OOC:hopefully [img]smile.gif[/img] )
"That is right I was getting to that I just wanted to see if their were any objections first. " Dantes clears his throat. "Syrathic and Sir Morgeraut you will need to move into the room to procure the safety of the captive. Brendon Rhianneth and I will cover you from a distance as best we can. You just to need to concentrate to get in there and get out with the captive or captives as soon as possible. I understand you may have trouble opening the lock, that is why Dankorona will accompany you. He will hopefully be able to open the locks and get the captives free. As for the big guy, Brendon to make this work we will need you to target him with an arrow, and if you would be so kind, you too Rhianneth, would target them will a spell, hopefully this will take care of him, at least for a little bit. If you try to stay out of the way of the grimlocks, they should be happy to attack what is closest to them, so be careful. It may or may not work, but considering the options available I think it is the best chance we have. If there are no objections I will await everyone's ready to begin casting."
With his words said Dantes pulls down his cloak of shadows, making him all but invisible to the group, and he quietly makes his way the the mouth of the openeing where he could focus his efforts on the grimlocks.

OOC: whew a long one, if there are any objections to anything in here, or if I went to fast for anyone, i can/will edit for you just let me know [img]smile.gif[/img]

[ 01-10-2003, 02:22 AM: Message edited by: AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe ]

<font color=lightgreen>Syrathic listened carefully, but the realm of magic was outside of his understanding for the most part. "I may be able to scout out the area again, and check on our captive. I too have a little skill with locks, so there is no worries there. My main concern is dealing with any enemies that I may come across. I have not the ability to withstand a lot of punishment, although I am able to escape most of it. Perhaps after your Chaos spell, Dantes, when the leader is trying to maintain order, I can sneak past?"

It wasn't just good intentions that led him to this idea. If the big brute or anyone else down there was able to put two and two together, he did not want to be overrun. He struck from the shadows after all, and avoided a frontal conflict when possible.</font>

[ 01-10-2003, 03:26 AM: Message edited by: Lord Starshadow ]

<font color=indianred>Brendon

Brendon listened to the discussions and ideas. It seemed like now was the time to go.

"Alright...I wait to see the Grimlocks overtaken by the spell...then start shooting at the big guy to allow somebody open access to the prisoner.
Right...I'm ready. Let's do this..."

Brendon looks over his shoulder to see if the witch was even listening. She had seemed preoccupied earlier, and he was beginning to doubt her ability to maintain a focus in this dark underworld of death. Was she gonna be alright?</font>

OOC: ok enough time for responses, I am going to try something a little different with this post, bear with me

IC: Dantes waited until everyone was in position until he began his spell. First he produced a disc of bronze and a small iron rod. Holding them in opposite hands he began quietly chanting in the language of magic. The ancient complicated syllables rolled smoothly of Dantes' practiced tongue. The rod began to lightly glow a dark red color as Dantes drew runes with it in the air, and the disc burned a dim bluish color as he gripped it in his opposite hand. Dantes voice rose a little louder and the spell reached its climax, as he slapped the rod against the disc, and both disappeared in a puff of grey smoke. With that the spell was complete. Dantes, and the rest of the group, looked on in eager anticipation to see how it affected the Grimlocks in the other room.

<font color=indianred>Brendon

Before Dantes had cast the spell, Brendon had been looking down the way to see if the witch was alright. He didn't see her at all! He had seen a strange look in her eyes just before all this began, right after thay had taken over the cavernous room less than an hour ago. Now, it had appeared that she had wandered off or something. He was pondering over the strangeness of the magic users disappearing ...first with the cleric...and now the witch...but was interrupted by Dantes' casting of the spell. He heard crackling in the air and lights, and his attention was pulled away from behind him to watch this show.

"Woah! That's a nice looking spell!"

Brendon stood up and began to step forward...

"Am I on yet? Am I covering the gnome or the elf?"</font>

[ 01-11-2003, 09:06 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

<font color=lightgreen>Syrathic looked to Dankorona. "Are coming with me? It may be easier for me to get there alone. But I'll not dissuade you if you want to come. I may not be able to protect you if they see you." The Elf planned to be hidden in the shadows the entire way there. With the little light that was down there, it would be easy for him to hide from the sight of the big brute. He just hoped that the Grimlocks would be too busy with themselves to notice him as he went by.

He took a place by the cavern wall and waited to see what affect Dantes' spell had. With a wave of his arm, the Elf's cloak wrapped around him and he was hidden from view. He was ready; but it was not quite his time to move.</font>