<font color="goldenrod">Liam</font>

Liam arrived back at the tavern just in time to see a miraculously healed, albeit tired, Larry shove a door open and stagger against the nearby wall, shouting for help. Noticing the Inquisitor eyeing him curiously, he was reminded of his burden. Carrying her gently, he attempted to get past the Inquisitor.

<font color="goldenrod">"I am surre you have many questions, sirr,"</font> he said politely. <font color="goldenrod">"Howeverr, I do not believe you arre so unrreasonable as to not let me find a place forr my... frriend to rrest and rrecoverr herr senses,"</font> he said delicately, carefully phrasing his sentence.

ooc- pm Larry

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

Marcos looked the aristocrat and his unconscious 'friend' over, then gave a curt nod. Although they were undoubtedly involved in some way, he had no interest in them.

"Care for your friend," he said, glancing over his shoulder, "but I'll not risk your lingering near Silverfall."

With that the inquisitor followed Liam up the stairs, intending to investigate what Larry was yelling about, but wearily and with senses alert in case this was one of the Mage's tricks.</font>

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<font color=red>Plaxica 70/70

He did not see anything down on the ground which could endanger the people in the tavern, so after a last wide circling around the area he landed in front of the tavern door and to the gasps of several bystanders shifted back to his human form. Ignoring the onlookers he stepped into the tavern. He spotted Rong and the elf who had been with her and Lyulfe earlier speaking and went over to them.

"It seems that the danger has passed. Have you heard anything of Larry? Does he still live?"</font>

<font color=orchid>Rong speaking to Plaxica


"We do not yet know. Some of his friends left, chasing somebody, and a couple others went towards the woods as if they spotted trouble from that route. All around us, action is erupting, and it due to the return of Silverfall to this tavern. That Marcos over there will not even let us...wait...he is gone now! Maybe we can get in! Come on!"

Rong ran in the direction of the tavern door, where Marcos had been standing earlier, as though he did not want anyone running in and seeing Larry. Now he ws gone, and the doorway was open. She charged in, moreso in a haste to find out what had happened to her friend Lyulfe, as she owed him more allegiance than L. Silverfall.

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[ 09-12-2004, 04:27 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

<font color="goldenrod">Liam</font>

The aristocrat inclined his head politely, and began to make his way to a room nearby Larry. Walking past the upset man he murmured <font color="goldenrod">"It is good to see that you arre back on yourr feet so soon, Silverrfall. I believe this gentleman wishes to speak with you."</font>

Walking past the room, Liam caught a sight of the unconscious elf and his brow wrinkled into a frown. Spotting Rong run in, a worried expression on her face, he called to her. <font color="goldenrod">"Yourr companion is in herre. I do not believe he is doing so well, if you have any healing knowledge then you should hurrry."</font>

Turning from the group now gathered around Larry's room, he continued on and placed Nanashi gently on a bed. Shutting the door quietly, he walked over and made sure the bonds were secure but not painful. Once he was done reassuring himself that she was sporting no other wounds besides a nasty bump to the head, the man settled himself into a chair and proceeded to watch and wait.

EDIT- pm larry

[ 09-12-2004, 04:43 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]

<font color=darkgoldenrod>Nanashi

After a while, the huntress awoke, and immediately tried to spring up and defend herself, wherever she was. But she realized that she was tied down and on a bed, and the room was quite...except for one thing.

She turned her head ever so lazily over to where she heard her brother shifting in his chair and scowled at him.

"You should have killed me alrrready!
I shall not wait so long when it comes my turrrn to kill you!!!

She then struggled against the bonds in vain for a second.

"Do you think to have me torrrtured as motherrr was?"

Her muscles relaxed considerably. Sorrow etched into her voice.

"Why? Why brrrotherrr?
That is what I have been wanting to ask you all these yearrrs..."</font>

[ 09-12-2004, 05:12 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

<font color=orchid>Rong Er

She heard Liam tell her that now Lyulfe lay injured on the floor, and so she sprang up the steps and into the hallway as quickly as a nimble elf would and darted right past the man in the golden suit, turning a left and pushing past Larry who nearly lost his balance for his weakness of limbs.

She fell down to Lyulfe's side and surveyed the scene. No injuries, just apparently exausted from exerting too much power...into what? She turned her head to peer at Larry who was entering the room and understood. Lyulfe had nearly killed himself trying to save that one.

"Oh Lyulfe, why would you do this for a man you hardly know?
Why hurt yourself like this?"

She opened the pouch on her wrist band and selected a needle. She then stuck this needle in a carefully selected spot on the back of Lyulfe's neck. This put him into a deep rest, that helped control his heart rate and breathing. Next, she chose a larger needle and this one she placed in the middle of his back. It helped keep his senses operational so as to not slip away into death. It made him feel the aliveness of the flesh.
After these two pins were placed, which held his life in place literally, her next task was to heal him and give him more life than he already had. He had exausted his entire being into what he did for Larry, and she hoped that the brat would never forget this day that another nearly died for him. She took out from her pocket a small velvet pouch that was tied with a golden string and placed her finger and thumb into the pouch, pulling out a pinch of a ground-up herb that was a secret family recipe for cases dealing in life-saving. This herb she took and put into the palm of her hand and added a drop of liquid from a vial she had tucked away in another pocket upon it, then stirred it. It produced a sweet-smelling fragrance in the air. She took this paste that she had made and placed it upon the upper lip of Lyulfe, as to allow him to breathe in the scent. After counting to herself that he had taken in 20 breaths, she removed the herb, removed the pins, and took his hand in her's, finding the pressure point that lies between the thumb and fore-finger, and pressing down hard upon it. </font>

OOC>>>Lyulfe should awake due to the great pain being applied to hand if the medicine she administered aided him. The herb was an Eastern medicinal flower that rejuvenates the health and quickens the mind in a semi-magical way. The flower is grown by magical influence, but does not need magic to be cast in order to heal.

This was just a way to try to keep true to Rong's character and heritage and also to introduce a new power. Tao would have loved to seen this in action, due to her personage.

[ 09-12-2004, 05:37 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

<font color=#AAAAA> Silt 80/80

Larry had fallen into Silt's hands, dead for all he knew, and then he was quickly ordered to get the once great man, who looked so weak now, up to a room where Lyulfe would see to him. He did as he was told and then left. Silt calmly watched as everything around him erupted into chaos. He watched Tao run into nothingness through a door which was obviously from the shadow, he watched Andrion be taken down and bound for later questioning, he watched an owl fly through the wood, along with Liam. He watched, and took everything in, for future reference. He also noticed that the inquisitor seemed to have the same idea, although he did offer a few words once or twice. And then it was Rong's turn to join the panic, and she ran off too. So he was alone...with Plaxica. A man whom he had just met and didn't know well at all. A moments awkward silence seemed to pass, as Silt looked at his new companion, and then he regained his senses and decided it would be time for the two of them to move towards the tavern. "Come Plaxica, I think you and I should go and see what is happening right now, maybe we can lend a hand." And without further a do Silt walked in the direction of the tavern.

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<font color=red>Plaxica 70/70

Plaxica did not even have time to reply to Rong before she started running towards the tavern. He decided to follow her, when the elf, what was his name? ah yes Silt he now remembered, spoke to him.

"You are right. Besides while scouting around I did not notice any immediate danger in the surroundings of the tavern. If there is danger it shall come from the two prisoners in the tavern. Let's go and have a look at what the situation is inside."

Plaxica then pushed the door open for Silt to be able to go through and then followed him.

ooc- ahh, drama drama drama [img]smile.gif[/img]

ic- <font color="goldenrod">Liam</font>

Liam's face changed from gladness from Nanashi's consciousness to sorrow at her angry and pained words.

<font color="goldenrod">"Torrturre? What is this that you speak of, sisterr? I would neverr hurrt Motherr, orr you... she was the one who drrove me away, to ensurre that I did not get hurrt..."</font> He gave her a confused look. <font color="goldenrod">"Do you not rrememberr? Well, you werre verry young... perrhaps you do not rrememberr... but... frrom what you have told me, I assume that Motherr is no longerr alive..."</font>

He raised his hands to his face, overcome with sadness. After a moment Liam was able to contain himself, and he lowered them shakily to his lap. <font color="goldenrod">"Overr the yearrs, when she neverr came forr me, I thought that something must have happened... Forrgive me forr leaving you tied up, I would untie you in an instant if I knew that you would not attack me orr the otherrs,"</font> the man appologized.

He went silent for a moment, brooding and staring at Nanashi with his golden eyes. <font color="goldenrod">"Beforre you continue to condemn me, would you please listen to what I know? I rrealise now that sometime thrroughout the yearrs you have gained a misconception of what happened in the past... If you still wish to kill me, at least I may die knowing that you know the trruth."</font> The aristocrat looked at Nanashi neither pleading nor commanding, and waited for her decision.

<font color="darkseagreen">Lyulfe</font>

Lyulfe was totally surrounded by the darkness. It's velvety caress was telling him to let go, worry no longer... With indifference he watched a thin cord of coppery light weave its way down through the inky blackness, making its way to him. Brushing past his nose, he caught the scent of herbs that reminded him of beautiful, ancient islands, and someone that he knew... someone important...

The cord wrapped delicately around his hand, and Lyulfe watched it with wonder. Suddenly, the fragile thing no longer seemed so innocent as pain began to race up through his hand, feeling like lightning and liquid fire. He tried to jerk his hand away, but it merely wrapped itself tighter around it. The blackness began to become oppressive and thick, making it hard to breathe or even think... <font color="darkseagreen">I must... go up...</font> he gasped in his mind, his limbs finally regaining feeling.

He achingly moved his tired limbs to propel himself away from the darkness, following the path of the copper thread. After what seemed like ages Lyulfe could make out what appeared to be the mirrored surface. <font color="darkseagreen">But.. it's still so far... away...</font> he whispered in his mind, his energy drained. He tried to stop himself from being pulled downwards into the darkness below by grabbing onto the cord with two hands, causing pain to shoot through both of them. He frowned slightly as he watched some being look anxiously down at the rippling surface, someone from the real world. A name drifted across his mind.<font color="darkseagreen">Ro..ng... Rong..! I can't... make it... so... tired...</font> He tried to raise a hand towards her, but found his muscles too tired to do so. <font color="darkseagreen">Help...call...me...</font>


<font color="skyblue">Use his name of power...</font> A strange yet familiar voice brushed across Rong's mind, causing her to look up from Lyulfe in apprehension and confusion. <font color="skyblue">Call him... it is the only way... he tires... you must summon him...</font> It continued persistently. <font color="skyblue">With your mind... bid him come to you... Eolandesamoradananne..!</font>

ooc- more drama drama drama! :D :D
btw, try saying that name 10 times fast ;)

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<font color=orchid>Rong

She watched him try to come back from his dark place, but could not. Then she was goaded on by a voice that was strangely familiar in feeling, yet foreign to anything she had ever experienced, and it gave her a word...no...a name to speak aloud that would help.

Whispering into Lyulfe's ear the name she said...
"Eolandesamoradananne! Eolandesamoradananne come back to me now! I will not let you pass from me Eolandesamoradananne!"

She picked his head up and cradled him in her lap. </font>

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<font color=aqua>Larry

Larry could just stand there dumbfounded and watch, not knowing anything about this situation. He saw her say something to him, but did not hear what she was whispering and supposed that it was private between them. He silently prayed that Rong could save her friend that had fallen ill due to his service to him. Then he was aware of the Inquisitor behind him.

"You know...it seems that I can never escape from troubles like these. They follow me no matter what thread I am found in on these forums. Good inquisitor, what do you make of it all?"</font>

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<font color=darkgoldenrod>Nanashi

She scolwed at her brother.

"Say what you wish, forrr I am bound and can go nowherrre, only I cannot prrromise that it will change my opinion of you! Masterrr has told me the trrruth alrrready, and has shown me in a vision what trrranspirrred. But you have the rrright to trrry."</font>

[ 09-13-2004, 01:35 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

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

An ashen figure lying in Silverfall's room. The fallen ranger himself, in no better state when he was carried to the very same room, now looked revived and suspiciously innocent. There were traces of magic to be found all over the bedchamber. What he made of it was dark.

But in a way, Marcos figured, he had been fortunate. Silverfall was fit for travel, and his suspects were all of them gathered at the tavern. They would be leaving soon.

"You are both a resilent and fortuitous person, mister Silverfall, but even for you it would not be wise to linger here after the attempt on your life. Speak to noone unless you must, step no closer to others than you must. Even your allies cannot be trusted."

"We will have a finer time talking once the assassin is dealt with," he told Larry, not unkindly. "For now, gather your belongings and meet me downstairs."

With that he returned to the bar where he found Vincent, Arcades, Plaxica, Andrion and Silt all occupied with their own activities.

He cleared his throat to get their attention.

His piercing gaze visited each of them in turn.

The inquisitor stepped closer to the main entrance to make any swift escape more daunting.

"I am surprised to find you all here," he told them.
Louder, he continued "I am Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale.

"On this very day, by the account of numerous witnesses, and before my own eyes, an attempt was made on the life of Larry Silverfall.
"Three are suspect of this low crime, for they were all of them sighted near the victim at the time of the assassination attempt. They are hereby placed under arrest, until they have been questioned, and judged innocent in this matter.
"There will be no argument in this, and any resistance offered will work against your plight. I ask you to come along quietly as I take you to a location more private and suitable for interrogation, and the unveiling of Truth."

With that, he raised his right index finger, and going down the line, pointed out his prisoners.

Vincent, Plaxica, Silt.

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<font color=red>Plaxica 70/70

Plaxica nearly jumped in surprise when the Inquisitor's finger pointed at him, but then checked himself. That would have only made his situation worse. Insted he walked over to the Inquisitor.

"I am ready for the interrogation. Lead the way!"</font>

Vincent Pathfinder 98/98


A bit surprised that he had been singled out by the inquisitor, he sighed dejectedly and stood up from his stool " ah the life of the rogue, my Father told me there would be day's like these."
"<font color=silver> I can tell you this Inquisitor, it was the merchant that did this I am sure, do not forget him, because if you do that to makes you suspect. I will come although I had nothing to do with the Attempt and I am glad Larry is still with us. I wasnt even near Larry when he fell.</font color=silver>

<font color=aqua>Larry 03/13

While Marcos was downstairs arresting some of his friends, Larry was gathering up his backpack and what provisions he would need to go along with the Inquisitor. He did not know what the future would hold, but he became bitter that it was slowing down his attempt at bringing back his wife from the grave. The candle was in the possession of the Shadow of himself, the Mad Mage, and he did not know how to get it back, so there was not much to do at the moment until he could formulate a plan.

He finished packing and stumbled down the stairs, still weak from his attack, and waited for Marcos to finish his round-up and go with them in-tow.</font>

<font color=#AAAAA> Silt 80/80

Silt was sitting queitly, twiddling his thumbs nonchlantly and mulling over the days events. Everything had turned to chaos. Many secrets were unfolding in which Silt felt left out on, and he was sure that he really didn't know of all the events that had transpired that day.

This inquisitor fellow seemed to think himself in charge however, and he piped in with a speach which made Silt, the nimble elf, falter with his thumb twiddling.

He felt a surge of emotions. Anger. How could this man accuse he, the good natured Silt, as a prime suspect of Larry's attemtped assasination. He had only come here in the first place to help Larry, to get his life back on track. He had no intentions of hurting the great man. Larry, the one who was injured...maybe it was his fault. Maybe he should have acted quicker. Guilt started to niggle at him, he felt guilty that he could have let this happen, guilty that he could even be in a position to be accused of something like this. Guilty that they had failed to get the candle back, the simple quest which he could not even do. Silt also felt uncertainty for the first time in his life. Uncertain about his future; what would this inquisitor do? What would Larry think of him now? He hoped that Larry knew he had nothing to do with his injury. The two others the inquisitor singled out were adament that they had nothing to do with this, and so was Silt. He was certain someone else was to blame. Who was this inquisitor anyway? What right had he to decide what happened next. Silt very rarely made first opinions on someone, he would usually wait and see how things panned out. But this man, there was something...mysterious about him, which Silt wasn't overly fond of.

"So inquisitor, you think I, Silt of the Barken Wood,to be guilty of commiting this terrible crime on a man so very weak. You think I, a good natured elf who came to help Larry get back on track, to be evil enough to try and assasinate this man who was trying to get back on his feet. You think I, the man who held the presumed dead Larry to have stabbed him in the back. Well, think what you will, for I know it wasn't I who commited this sin. I will strive to find out what happened; and if this means helping you, then I suppose I must answer your questions, even though I would like to ask you some myself. So, I am ready to leave as I came here, innocent of any crime this world throws at me. Let us leave."

And with that Silt waited to see what the inquisitor would say, if anything, and was ready to leave.
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[ 09-16-2004, 07:58 AM: Message edited by: RoSs_bg2_rox ]

<font color=aqua>Larry 03/13

Larry spoke up as well.

"I must say, Marcos, that what Silt and Vincent say is true. They did not have anything to do with it, and even Vincent would have had many opportunities earlier than today to have done it, if he were the culprit. I do not know well the man named Andrion nor this Plaxica, but as for the others I can vouch for their integrity. Do they really need to be taken in just because they were witness to the attempt at my murder?"</font>

[ 09-13-2004, 01:46 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

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

The inquisitor nodded, not unhappy with the way events were moving so far. Likely the would-be assassin was even now making plans to run off at the first oppertunity, but for now he seemed reluctant to reveal himself.
They were all of them near Silverfall when he was struck down, and Marcos felt certain that, if the wound was not inflicted by magic from afar, the killer was there with him in the room.
And already confronting the suspects with the deed had yielded a potential accomplice.

He turned to Vincent, wanting to learn more before he gave Silverfall his final answer.

"You speak of the travelling merchant Kyrthinin, who was at my side when the goblin showed and vanished briefly after. What is your relation to this man, why would he be suspect, where is he to be found now? Who is there to support your claim?"</font>

<font color=lime>Roderik

The giants were tall, stark, and terrifying in their size, and the void of emotion they exuded. Emotion was the very conerstone of Roderik's work, through it he changed minds, caused wars, conjured loyalty, and loyal beasts. But what use were such powers to sway the hearts of men and beasts on those without hearts, even the </font><font color=CCCCCC>Reaper</font><font color=lime> was a creature of passion as well as cold logic. Lacking his lute, he checked his boot for the harmonica he kept there for long rides and rejoiced that it hadn't been removed. He began playing a tuneless song on it, testing to see if it had been damaged at all. When he was satisfied that it wasn't, he began to play a dirge, a low sorrowful song of failed duty, and lost passions, and although no words accompanied the song it's message was clear.</font>

ooc: where did we take Andrion ? hehe

Vincent Pathfinder 98/98

"<font color=silver> Good sir, Andrion otherwise known as the Merchant Kyrth something as you refer to him, was a member of our small troupe. He offered to help Larry as did all of us. He is you're assassin and he was caught behind the tavern trying to flee by Arcadies and Liam. He should be around here somewhere. </font color=silver>"

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[ 09-13-2004, 03:05 PM: Message edited by: Elif Godson ]

<font color=aqua>Larry

"Andrion? But why would he do such a thing? Obviously it was Roderick was the bad apple in the Candle-seeking team...what gain would Andrion have at slaying me?"</font>

[ 09-13-2004, 06:25 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

OOC: Andrion is lying on the floor of the tavern, unconscious.

IC:<font color=red>Plaxica 70/70

"I saw the one you refer to as Andrion captured behind the tavern by that man." - he said pointing at Arcades. - "He might be able to tell you more."</font>

<font color=skyblue>She raises the flames a bit higher, the blue and silver reflecting in her eyes, as she watches the Mage thoughtfully as she leans against her staff. Picking her words carefully and smiling she whispers upon the air, "I never doubted you could strike him down anywhere, and any way. But, there will also be someone to heal him, even if it costs them their life. Even now, Larry is healed. So... does that insinuate you are more powerful? I think not. It only shows you pick poor assassins to use." She chuckles softly... She lightly taps her staff to the floor, and the moonstone set upon the top glows a fiery purple around the room. She whispers once more, her eyes glowing in trance..

"To Power, time means nothing. Everything belongs to the Spiral -- be it the path of the universe, the rotation of the Starweb itself, or the path of Father Sun across the sky.

And where does Power come from? Like the storms, it comes from earth, and sky, and water, and the Power of Father Sun, and the Wise One Above.

Of all the sources of Power we know, the Wolf Bundle is most Powerful on earth. The Wolf Dreamer led the People from the First World to this one, the Wolf Bundle was made. Born of a Dream, it suckled itself from the the minds of the People. Because th People believed in it, it grew in strength... warmed by as many hands as held it so reverently.. powered by the spirit breathed into it from a thousand lungs; it is the soul and Power of my kind, elves, and humans.

Yes, your shadow magic is powerful... but remember, your power comes from the same place as mine... although from in the earth's shadows, instead of light.

That's what keeps bringing me back to you. The Power of the Wolf Bundle and the ley lines.

The Circles of the spiral are turning and the earth is changing. You are trying, by your own use of Shadow magic to unravel the Starwebs woven by the Wise One Above. Time doesn't mean anything to Power, but it does to the humans inhabited here.

Sooner or later, you and I must dance the spiral of Power... only one will survive.. but it will change the course of these forums forever.

For every attempt you make on Larry's life, I will take that residual power left over, and form it each time together, to create a magic to fight you with.

So said, where do your true interests lie, Mage? In Larry, or what he is trying to create?"

</font>Adapted from "People of the Fire"

[ 09-14-2004, 03:02 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

<font color=steelblue>Mage

The dark one sat brooding over her words, for he could see clearly the challenge in them to his claim over the people of Ironworks. Even now, she was showing off by just being here.

"Kaylisa, I am no match for your tongue, nor dare I try but know this...even as you agree that we are equally matched and opposites from the same power, the battlefield in which that fight takes place will be the determining factor in our epic fight. Even now, I hold powers over you while you stand in my domain, and I was at your mercy the day I appeared to you in the forest. Even now, unseen to you, I have taken something from you that you have not missed yet! Ahahaha!

Another thing...I thought you and your kind were all about the balance. If you and I represent the two ends of that balance, then who is this Reaper become, to try and weigh down my side of the playing field...though he and I do not want to share our toys...he does offer me more of an advantage in the business I am in. Why not go pester him and leave me to my dark hole here in this tower? hehehe...What do ya say, Tao?"</font>

<font color=white>For Roderik

As you played your instrument, the Giants became angry, feeling that you were trying to cast a spell upon them. In his rage, one of the giants kicked you, sending you flying by luck's chance through the door and out the other end!!!!</font>

OOC>>>Roderik...you have received so much damage that you are 5 hp away from perishing. However, you are now outside the prison walls and find yourself in a hallway that is dark and eerily quiet. The giants are shocked that such a thing has happened, and are now trying to get at you, but are still on the other side of the wall for this turn. Roll to see if you can run but do not waste your time hiding in shadows.

ooc... umm... not exactly what I had in mind, but it works well enough


<font color=lime>Roderik hp:near death/70

The impact had definitely taken Roderik by surprise, he felt several ribs that felt like they were bruised at best, possibly broken, and he had rolled into another wall. But he was free from the giants, for the moment, and as he battled back Rodie's desperate attempt to retake control in light of the injuries. Roderik climbed to his feet, and looking left and right, charged down the left hand hallway, wheezing under his breath, "Left is right." Reaper had told him about how the mages tower looked in the days of yore, when the RP forum was young, and the paladins had been a force to be reckoned with. He was searching for a way to the lower halls. recalling the tales of horrors kept, and lives broken by the Mad Mage, and hoped that the way would have become clear in the intervening years since He had fallen at the hands of the Stormbringer.</font>

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[ 09-14-2004, 04:34 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

<font color=white>For Roderik

The giants dare not tear through the walls to get at you, and have a hard time manuvering through the twisty turns of the tower. Pretty soon, you easily outdistance them, but then you hear them shouting out from the darkness behind you. You do not think they are calling for you. This dreaded revelation is a chilling thought.</font>

<font color=lime>Roderik HP: 5/70

The events unfolding around him were like those of one of the stories Roderik had used to frighten his audiences, and a chill passed through his spine. The hero who wanders off alone is usually picked off by some horror, and eaten in a most disturbing fashion, or else he has a near-death experience and is out of the story until the rest of the heroes arrive and he saves them. If he had to live through one of his ballads why couldn't it have been "<u>March of the Chainmail Bikini's</u>" That he could have enjoyed, he chuckled. His laugh was interrupted as he coughed up some more blood, and sent wracking pains through his broken body.

Downward he limped, trying to find passageways that would lead him past the horrors Larry kept as pets. </font>

<font color="#66CC99">Scraag HP: 3/3

The light hurt the eyes of the goblin spy, the knight had taken the toys, Larry seemed to have recovered, and the scary knight had taken many others as captives, this would be interesting. Larry will die, Scraag thought, even if I have to strangle the life out of him myself. The master will then reward me. The goblin felt an unusual sensation then, and the sun hurt his eyes less, while the colors before him seemed to wash out and turn sepia. His hearing increased, and he could smell the blood of a squirrel nearby. As his belly rumbled he started stalking off after it, never noticing that his teeth were growing sharper and longer as he stalked his prey.</font>

<font color=white>The scent of blood was picked up by the vampiric shadow bats that inhabited this section of the tower. There were 7 of them, and they moved swiftly through the corridors towards their prey.

Roderik hears the flapping of several wings and a high-pitched shriek, but sees nothing. Afterall, these bats are shadow-bats, so the darkness conceals them perfectly. </font>

OOC>>>The tower is not absouletely pitch dark; there is a faint glow of light that gives just enough light to enable a human's eyes to adjust to the low light and see a small distance. The source of the light is unkown.

How many times can I say "light" in a sentence and get away with it?

Anyway, Roderik...you have the initiative...since you can hear the bats coming. Will you ever escape this nightmare?

(ooc: I hope this'll work)

<font color=lime>Roderik

The screeches of the incoming bats caused the bard's ears to perk up, at least this was a threat he could deal with, he began a bawdy rhyme "Beans, Beans, they're good for the Heart..." and finished it by pulling his finger and unleashing a stinking cloud behind him as he quickened his pace trying to stay ahead of the bats and the vapors.</font>

[ 09-15-2004, 11:50 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

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

"Very well then," the inquisitor spoke. "We shall take him with us as we journey. I will collect my mount and another for Silverfall at the King's Coach establishment. This Andrion shall ride with me for he is in no state to travel on his own strength.
"For the safety of you all, your hands will be bound until we reach our destination. I shall have no sorcery being practiced.
"We will neither go fast nor far, so have no fear of falling behind. Once guilt has been determined beyond reasonable doubt, the innocent are free to go about their buisness, with the heartwarming knowledge their testimonies have been invaluable in bringing a killer to justice.

"This way please."

With that, he lifted Andrion and waited for the others to follow.</font>

<font color=white>For Roderik

Relying on scent direction to steer them to the blood, the bats were momentarily confused by the noxious oder that now penetrated their delicate noses...and they hovered in confusion. </font>

OOC>>>Roderik...you have bought yourself three turns of time. You freak.

<font color=aqua>Larry

Larry was feeling sick to his stomach that he had put his friends in this. They were all now being taken in for questioning, and if they had not been loyal friends, they would not have had to suffer along side him.

Following Marcos, Larry sadly fell in line.

He wondered at what would transpire in the course of this investigation. </font>

<font color=#AAAAA> Silt 80/80

Silt listened to what inquisitor Marc(o:P)s had to say, and supposed he might aswell comply. However he didn't particularly want his hands to be bound, as he knew he could practice no sorcery, he believed in fairness however, so he let it go.

He followed. </font>

<font color=red>Plaxica 70/70

Plaxica complied with the Inquisitor's requests as there was no use in not doing so. As they were preparing to leave however he remembered Liam and the female he had captured. With his hands tied together he went over to the Inquisitor.

"What about Liam and his opponent? Shouldn't they come too? Seeing that they might be able to add some more information for the understanding of the situation."</font>

OOC: I'll take that as a compliment :D

IC: <font color=lime>Roderik hp:5

The bats had reached his trap, chuckling to himself he continued to flee, confident that they wouldn't be going anywhere for a while, as h prepared his next spell, a doozy that would let him slip past the mage undetected ;) </font>

[ 09-16-2004, 03:07 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

Vincent Pathfinder 98/98

" <font color=silver> I am not fond of being shackled, but if it clears me of youre spotted eye then so be it. </font color=silver>" gather his thing's he falls in line with the others.