1. No flaming of other people. Friendly ribbing is ok, but don't get personal and don't take things personally.
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2. No spamming. Single word or single sentence posts are out. This is not intended to be a chat thread, you are all welcome to go to the General Discussion Forum if you want to chat. Posting about non-BG2 issues does not belong here. This includes posting about fluffies, pillow fights that go for 300 posts, or anything else that I can't find a remote BG2 connection on.
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3. No profanity. It amazes me that people can behave so differently here as in RL. Unfortunately some people have been pushing the boundaries of this so I am asking you to restrain from it altogether.
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Lord Shield and Melusine are the proprietors of this bar, please respect their requests. Please let me know if these guidelines are not being adhered to.
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Staff Roster:
Lord Shield - proprietor
Melusine - Head of Staff and Wedgie coordinator
Azurewolf - bouncer. Check your weapomns with him on entry
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Sil, Gamora and Jaheira - Waitresses
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Cheesy - Earth Elemental does the cleaning
Tiddles - Son of the Tarrasque. Cute puppy most of the time
The Nishruu - tends bar when I'm not there
Troll cook from Windspear Hills does the cooking
Lord Thought, another old one, lover of Melusine
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To prevent earlier problems, NO GODS OR SUPER-BEINGS ALLOWED - I AM THE ONLY ONE HERE. Any problems and I start a character registering forum
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And, before I forget - (Lord Thought hugs Melusine)
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Currently everybody is captured by the Netherese. They have escaped into an underground cave with large Nandi bears and no lighting. Wah has been taken by a wizard for study but student betrayed wizard and is leading Wah elsewhere
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Ghwani is keeping the bar safe from intruders until the others arrive for Lord Shield and Lord Thought have disappeared


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OOC: Not to be a nag, Lord Shield, but don't you think it would have been better to start a new thread after we dealt with the bears? I mean, we were in the heat of battle, and some people will have to go to that thread, read what was posted, try to remember most of it, and then post here. Maybe if we transfer the last few posts over to this thread, maybe it would help?
IC:

A bright light decends on the bar and 4 alien figures beem into the bar. "WE WILL DESTROY YOU!" they look around wondering why nobody's here. "oh well we'll have to come back later." they beem out again

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artemis still waiting for a dagger warns everyone if they don't give him something sharp soon he'll start playing his banjo!


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Death is the way of the ninja, luckely i'm not a ninja :ninja:

Tancred can be found wrapped up in his own thoughts, somewhere at the back of the crowd, holding the sword that was Karnas. Ever hopeful, he examines the blade close-up; but can find none of its' magic. The soul of the mage within it has gone, and the blade's original holy enchantments have been broken and dispelled. The Foesmite family sword seems to be nothing more than a piece of shaped metal.
One last tear falls from the Paladin's face. 'Your last chance... they took away your last hope for Heaven.'
His expression of anguish doesn't change; but something in the eyes grows harder and colder, and the grip around the sword-hilt tightens. He follows the party as they move out, ever downwards.

The corridor widens into a huge cavern. It is dark. The edge of the cavern is beyond infra-vision. Tiax's ultra-vision can see better. He wishes he couldn't
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In the dark, shuffling around you in a semi-circle is a group of Nandi Bears. These things are the toughest bears on titan, the equivalent of the Dire Bear in 3E (think Giant Bear if you're not familiar with either)
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It's hit the fan, folks! Sorry if I missed anybody making lit torches, but it's been a long day


The Paladin stumbles blindly into the lightless cavern. Realizing to venture further without light would be perilous he reaches into his pouch for his tinderbox. One outstretched hand touches something large and hairy. Zounds he thinks, I have found a lichen covered boulder,mayhaps I can light this moss and provide the party with light to see by. Within a second he kindles a small blaze. The elves shout of warning is drowned out in the hideous roar of the revealed Nandi bear,whose rump the Paladin has just set afire. By the light of the blazing,and furious bear, other unnaturally large bears can be seen bearing down upon the beleagured party.
"Gads",mutters the Paladin,"what a faux pas." Without undue haste the Paladin puts away the tinderbox,and draws his sword.
"Well it's either gonna be a real long day, or a real short one.."


Not aware of the trouble in the front of the party, Rhazor turns to Tancred. "What of this blade, what makes it so unique to you?"


Meanwhile, how long had Wah been captured? Two days? Three? He can't remember.
The light glisters off his sweating forehead as a single drop snakes its way down into his trembling chin. He looks left and stares at the huge bloodstain which had dried overnight.
The wizards were cruel.
There was something about this anti-magic collar. It didn't seem to fit properly and it keep snagging against Wah's ears. A loud clang silenced the area and Wah huddled as the large figure approached.
"It is time", he murmured. "Perhaps it won't be so clean this time." (hehe)
Dragging the collar, the Arch Lich is rushed to a table where the dark wizard gestures. Immediately a young guy steps slowly and motions for Wah to lie down onto the table.
The Wizard reaches for a dagger. He stabs Wah's to the right of his chest.
"UHHHH"
"Don't make this harder for yourself", he whispered. He stabs again.
"AAH!! OH NO, PLEASE NO!"
Laughing loudly, the wizard seemed satisfied with his work. His student however, keep an open eye out on the fire - which burned healthily behind the blooded table.
The wizard raised his hands again...........but suddenly he was pushed into the flames. He reels back in time to see his student's betrayal!!
"I don't have time to explain", he whispered. "Follow me!!"


Artemis walks up to Slaughter Margin. "you got a spare dagger on you? i usually have one on me but, hey, i just had everything stolen from me." artemis stands patiently waiting for an answer. Slaughter Margin passes him the boomerang dagger

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[This message has been edited by Lord Shield (edited 06-25-2001).]

OOC: Thanx, Lord Shield, I'm sure everyone will appreciate it.
IC:

Yestrix Dimensional doors infront of the aliens.
Yestrix: You go back were you came from, scum!
Seeing he is a beggar, they laugh histericly
Yestrix: I'M WARNING YOU GO BACK!
They say: Whatcha Gonna Do? HUMAN!!!!!!
Yestrix closes his eyes and a flash of a fire skulled being flies away leaving a a Wyrm Red Dragon!
Aliens: Uhhh..... Help!
Yestrix Breathes Red Dragon Breath (hes a good red dragon) on the aliens.
He uses Wing Buffet, and then slashes and tail swaps his way through the aliens.
He then Bites their heads off, with medium damage sustained. He then teleports into the place where Ls and co are, and their wondering who this dragon is.
Ls: Are You a good dragon?
Yestrix: Yes. I took care of the aliens, looked like mindflayers. I was too fast for the likes of them.
Ls: How do we know your the same guy from the bar?
Yestrix: Does this remind you?
He polymorphs into the Firey Form ( i actually forgot the name) and with his two handed sword of flame, draws it. I will Fight by oyur side!
Ls and Co: Yay! we didnt have to take out a wyrm! Ls: Welcome to the team! (if I can join)


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Will the real cheesy lich stop using timestop, stop using time stop, YEAH BABY! :1diablo:

Ah...........Gwahanos - the aliens DID NOT come back so that you can beat the hell out of them.

We are trapped in a prison with anti magic collars.http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...s/rolleyes.gif

Aliens? RPG? No link there my friend. http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...les/ponder.gif

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OOC: Can you believe it? I just finish writing this - and the thread ends! (D'OH!) http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif

Tancred turns to look at the elvish newcomer. Pain and sadness choke any words he might have said; it takes the paladin a few seconds to marshal his thoughts and manage to speak as the party carries on down the corridor.

OOC: FLASHBACK TIME!

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The four travellers had wandered for what seemed an age, tracking their elusive quarry. From Baldur's Gate to Tethyr, from Athkatla to Waterdeep, from Waterdeep north again; and after all that time, they had clung to the trail, ever gaining, a battle fought against weariness and the powers of their foe. But a wizard, no matter how powerful, cannot keep running and casting and teleporting away for ever; and one on his trail can pounce upon him when he is weak. Thus it was now; the mage they sought was tired from battles with Orcish bandits and Amnish soldiers, and could do nothing but run for his life.
As they made their way up the rocky slopes of the mountains that stretched before them, the sun caught one final glimpse of the four travel-stained adventurers. Leading the way was a short, weasel-featured man, almost covered by his cloak that seemed to blend into the surroundings. He nonchalantly carried a crossbow in one hand, and a serrated dagger hung loose at his belt; but he made nary a sound as he crept from slope to slope.
Some distance behind, a thin, rather sickly-looking figure followed. A carroty patch of red hair perched on top of his head, and the glasses perched upon his nose gave him the look of a librarian or a curator rather than an adventurer. The grey robes and heavy hood he wore bespoke his status, however, and the staff he carried fairly glowed with power.
Behind the mage strode a powerful figure, dressed in priestly robes that barely covered his muscular frame. His eyes were a piercing blue, and he held his massive mace nonchalantly in one hand as if it were no more than a twig. He walked with the complete self-assurance only one who is close to a God can feel. The symbols of Helm were embroidered upon his robes.
The three men were followed by a figure stranger still. She was a woman, clad in armour of gleaming silver and hefting a sword that glowed with golden light. Her hair was close-cropped and hazel, but her green eyes held the serenity of saints. Her tabard was white, displaying the twin symbols of the heart and the flame upon her chest, and her steps were light, but measured. She scanned the horizon, alert.
Their own thoughts were interrupted when the thief to the fore held up his hand, motioning them to approach quietly.
"I'll be reckonin' yon mage came this way a'sure, milady," the thief commented, his hand pointing out the trail ahead. "Dust an' grime disturbed, and not by the wind - like a robe's sweep. The imnprint of a staff on the mud up ahead. Methinks we go it slow from hereon in."
"We have no time to slow up now, Brondwyn!" the priest had no qualms of showing his temper. "Thoth may outdistance us yet! We must hurry!"
The mage shook his head, lowering his eyes as his gaze met that of the fuming priest. "I fear that path. Running full tilt towards a mage of great power such as Thoth is folly. Exhausted and drained he may well be, but we must not underestimate him. If he knows we are upon him he can defend himself, lay traps, flee all the faster. No, Thomis, I agree with Brondwyn."
The three men turned their heads to the woman. She spoke, her voice a quiet but measured tone. "Said well, Diocletian. We shall take Thoth by surprise. Thomis, restrain yourself until the moment is right."

The campfire in the valley drew the four like moths. Each of them tasted elation, fear and uncertainty, swallowing their emotions like bitter pills. There could be no doubt as to their course of action. The apprehension or death of such a criminal as Thoth over-ruled all necessities or frailties; the chase had lasted for two years, and none of them would dare turn aside now.
Not when they were so close.
The four crept towards the fire, hardly daring to breathe. Brondwyn cursed every slip and scuttle of rocky scree, while Thomis and Diocletian shook with the tension of the journey down each slope. Inch by inch they crept across the bracken and old hedge that nestled in the valley floor, ever closer to their target.
A figure stood at the fire, his back to them. Red robes embroidered with golden sigils hung about his shoulders, and an almost visible aura of power surrounded the man. His stance was that of a man who has taken ten paces, and now is ready to turn and fire; his hands were by his sides, his back straight. He spoke.
"Finally! You have no idea how many squirrels I've had to kill to entertain myself until you reached me!"
The four adventurers were taken aback. He knew they were there. His face was rooted to the fire, they had made no sound; and yet he knew.
"Well, now that you're here, we can begin. This ends tonight. No more looking over my shoulder. No more undignified flight. Tired I may be, but I hardly need my full powers to crush bugs like you."
Truori drew her blade, the sword gleaming like the sun. "Karnas Thoth, you will face the judgement of Amn or die!"
"Hardly." The mage turned, his handsome, oddly youthful face smirking like a cat. "You just don't see how futile all of this is, holy-girl. No-one, especially a rag-tag bunch of no-hopers like this, can beat ME!"
Brondwyn leaped from the shadows, crossbow ready. A bolt flew across towards the mage, but in an instant shimmering globes of power surrounded the rogue spellcaster, slapping the bolt out of the air. The mage's smirk widened.
"Let it begin!"
And with that, mortal combat was joined.
Incantations filled the air as Diocletian, Truori and Thomis called upon their own powers. Brondwyn was already racing towards the mage with blurring speed, shortsword in hand. He struck once, twice at the wizard, but each thrust was countered by the shimmering barrier of force between the thief and his target. Karnas' spell finished, and out of thin air a black, smoking sword appeared, slashing toward the thief as if wielded by an invisible swordsman. Brondwyn ducked the furious assault, parrying desperately with a second shortsword from his belt.
Karnas growled as the barriers around him were weakened. His eyes turned towards the red-haired mage already beginning another spell, as the priest and the paladin charged, swords swinging and battlecries echoing from peak to peak. A gesture, and shimmering bolts of power scorched the air as they streaked towards the mage, impacting against some invisible barrier around him.
Truori and Thomis swung with their weapons before Karnas had time to create a counterspell. The sword and the mace left no impression upon the mage's defences, but a second spell from Diocletian saw the shimmering walls of energy disappear into thin air. Thomis cried out in triumph, swinging again for the mage's head, but Karnas simply stepped back into a glowing door that formed behind him. Thomis' swing simply passed through thin air as the mocking laughter of the disappeared mage faded.
There was a cry of pain, and the two warriors looked behind them to see Diocletian fighting for his life, his arm already dripping blood. A second sword, blacker than the night sky, smote blows that threatened to split his staff as the feeble scholar defended himself. Truori cursed as she and Thomis ran to aid the ailing mage.
The sword was fast, blindingly so. So intent was it upon the life of the young sorceror that it did not react to the two fighters until Thomis' mace fairly knocked it from the air. It rose almost immediately, sweeping toward the priest's head, but blocked by Truori's own blade. The sound of steel upon steel rang out as the priest's mace again smote the sword, breaking against the flat of the blade with such force and anger that the sword snapped in two, fading as the two halves fell to the floor. Thomis grinned at the thankful mage.
"Next time, Dio -"
The priest was cut short as an explosion of fire threw all three of them off their feet. Truori dived for ground, avoiding the worst of the searing flames, but she could hear an agonised scream from Thomis - and no sound at all from Diocletian. Hair smoking and skin raw, she got to her feet, seeking her foe.
His laughing drew her eyes to him =. He stood, still in the clearing, arms folded and unarmed. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and the smirk had gone nowhere.
"Ready for some more?"
Truori was already diving toward the mage as the fireball left his fingertips. The air above her again exploded into flame, but as it faded she was on her feet, sword swinging, her battlecry to Helm ready. She swung her sword at the mage's head, but there was a movement in his fingers - and a globe of light flew towards her, striking her a second before she reached the wizard. She tried to bring her sword around to slice off his head - but, with mounting dismay, realised she couldn't move. Her legs, arms, head and body were frozen in time, her sword a mere centimetre from Karnas' ear.
Karnas grinned. Truori struggled with the enchantment, but to no avail.
"You know," drawled the mage, slowly pacing around the immobile paladin, "I'm glad we have this little moment to ourselves. We've known of each other for quite some time, haven't we, my dear Foesmite? And I really would regret it if, at the last, I never got to tell you how beautiful I always thought you were."
Karnas completed his circle, coming again within Truori's field of vision. He held a small dagger in his right hand. "A shame you just keep on wanting to kill me, isn't it? Who knows what might have happened had we been friends..."
The smirk faded at last. Karnas' face was deadly serious.
"You know, it's been a long time since I killed someone with a dagger. And your lovely neck is so wonderfully exposed. I could kill you with a word - but why waste the breath?"
The dagger flashed toward her throat. In that instant, the feeling of failure, of the futile nature of her quest, struck Truori for the first time in her life. As the short blade arced towards her neck, her mind burbled out a desperate prayer to Helm, a prayer asking for forgiveness - forgiveness or a miracle.
The dagger stopped. Karnas' face was one of bafflement and shock as he looked down, and saw the short thief's arm gripping his own, and the thief's shortsword buried deep in his chest. Brondwyn was bleeding form several scratches and nicks in his black clothes, but his smile was fierce and Karnas' surprise was total.
The mage mouthed the words to a spell, but the syllables remained drowned in his rising blood as he toppled to the ground.
Brondwyn turned to look at the immobile Paladin.
"Well, 'tis done. 'Tis a shame I brought no christmas decorations to hang on ye, no?"

The spell eventually wore off, allowing Truori to see to Thomis and Diocletian. Both of them were weak and scarred, but they lived. The four companions looked at each other in that breathless moment when realisation dawned upon them of the end of their quest. The four of them had made ready to sleep by Karnas' campfire when Diocletian gave a scream.
The others had come running to where Diocletian stood, watching the body of Karnas as it began decaying and changing at an alarming rate. Before their eyes, the mage they had killed was becoming a Lich, a sorcerous cadaver with incredible powers. They had realised then that Karnas Thoth had made preparations for his death; preparations that would see him rise once more to cause havoc.
Diocletian, however, had a plan. For three days he tried to break the enchantment upon Karnas' body without success, so strong was the dead mage. Thomis had prayed and blessed the body in the hope of rendering it impossible to reanimate, but there was no effect; Karnas' magic outstripped even Thomis' beseechings to the gods.
It was with desperation that the heroes found a solution upon the fifth day. Diocletian read from one of his dwindled collection of scrolls on the eve of that day, summoning a powerful djinn to aid them. With the djinn's assistance, Thomis and Diocletian worked together in a bizarre attempt at a counterspell; to try and transfer the soul of the dead mage, not back into his body, but into a different magical receptacle - namely, Truori's sword.
The spirit of the mage was furious to discover he had been bound, but none of his spells would work while he was trapped thus. However, the binding was not total, for Thomis and Diocletian had not been powerful enough to remake the enchantment completely. Conditions had to be set, to necessitate the Djinni's help. The sword would be bound to Truori, and to her bloodline, and the mage would remain trapped until the Foesmite line had been extinguished - or until all trace of evil left the mage and he became a servant of good. A highly unlikely prospect, but one that Truori herself had insisted upon, making it clear to the mage that should he ever prove worthy of life, he would get it.

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"That woman," Tancred went on, "was Truori Foesmite, a great paladin of the Order of the Radiant Heart - and my great grandmother. Her legacy - her sword - has been with the family for generations, and we have been the custodians of that powerful mage for so long. It was her dying wish that all effort should be made to turn Karnas Thoth to good, and in some ways he was getting there. The wisdom of experience, and seeing the world from outside, as it were, did the soul of the mage good. He learned things like duty, and compassion, and the simple joy of life, even if he has not truly grasped their meaning yet. More than that, he has glimpsed death, and what hell lay there in wait for him. He was willing to do anything to avoid that fate."
Tears well up in the Paladin's eyes again. "And someone's taken that away. Helm's eyes, he was so close. I - I wish he wasn't -"
Noises up ahead break the Paladin out of his narrative reverie. Those too busy listening to him whirl around, startled. In the darkness, shuffling and growling can be heard...

Turning back to Tancred for a brief moment, Rhazor mentions to him, "Aye, do not fret my friend, he may seem dead, but I believe I may know someone who may help you with that problem." He then turns back facing the bears, and pulls his Moonblade out of its case. He pulls his sword above his head, and then rears it to the floor, while setting one knee down as well. As he does this, he screams, "Clear the way!" A bolt of blue fire streams down from where his blade hit, towards the oncoming bears..

Ghwanos appears to be ignoring everyone else’s threads – he’s in a world of his own - or at least in the bar on his own. Ghwanos, keep the bar safe from others until we return

Lord Raptor appear from the shadows (easy down here), backstabbing a Nandi Bear for horrendous amounts – Slaughter Margin splits its skull with a finishing stroke with Blackrazor


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Melusine surveys the group, counting heads again and again. In this chaos, she is afraid to lose anyone. Suddenly she realises she can't find Wah anywhere...she nudges Lord Raptor, and asks him to help looking. Wah is nowhere to be found. Melusine calls out to the group: "People, we've lost the archlich! Let's trace back our steps and try to find him!" The group nods in agreement, but at that moment, Grinch's battlecry resounds through the area! They all look up in dismay, and see a fire glowing in the tunnle ahead... it is a very pissed Nandi bear with his fur aflame, and it is coming for Grinch! Quickly, everybody draws their weapons and hurries into the tunnle to help him fight the gruesome beasts.

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Your voice is ambrosia

With an inarticulate scream of bottled-up rage, Tancred charges through the party, sword swinging wildly. The tears keep flowing.

"For Helm!", bellows the Paladin sinking the holy Avenger into the Nandi bear's skull. It cleaves the brute's head almost to the neck. Another bear lunges for him and he wrenches at the sword which is firmly stuck in the convulsing Nandi bear.
With a supreme effort he dodges the oncoming bear, his hands still gripping the sword hilt, thus managing to twist the dead bear's body entirely around. Charging through the blazing bear carcass the second bear is confused,and attacks the corpse.One dinner-plate sized paw smashing into the unresponsive body. With a yank the sword comes free the Paladin staggers back against the chamber wall with the blade held straight before him. Just in time to receive the second bear which rushes forward with remarkable speed impaling itself on the huge sword. The Paladin is slammed against the wall with stunning force,only the hilt of the great sword is between him and the bear's chest. His brain badly rattled by the assault, he gazes blearily into the bear's dying eyes.
"'Tis a pleasure and an honor to have this dance with you,no madam I will lead..." And with that consciousness fades and he slides slowly to the floor one arm around the dead beast.



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Slaughter Margin hefts the bear off the paladin. "HE NOT LOOK GOOD - NOW WE'RE ONE DOWN!"
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"Not necessarily" - Lord Raptor may be evil, but he knows where his best chances are. He removes his Ring of Gaxx and places it on the paladin's finger (and yes, he will remember to take it back once the paladin comes to http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gifhttp://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif)
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The bears are gone - bones show that this is a pit where previous "prisoners" are thrown when no longer useful. /A tunnel from the other side goes on
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Wah, the student explains that you need to be over a mile from the tower for the collar to lose effect. He takes you through a passageway, requesting you pretend to be prisoner while he guides you
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After a while, he hears noises. It's the rest of the prisoners! Wah gleefully meets his former comrades, barely noting the look on Tancred's face. Melusine brightens up "Hey, didn't Lord Shield say he can retrieve most souls - in fact, he did so in one of the first threads - I'll bet he can do something for Karnas" Tancred looks up, the tears ebbing but not entirely stopped. "Then where is he now?"
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The student quickly explains that it won't be long before they discover the dead Netherese and you are hunted. You need to get to the chamber used to transport the Seraphs (adventurer types in employ of Netherese) to other regions
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The boy leads you back to the trapped corridor but speaks a word to allow you to pass.
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OOC: Ok, folks, feel free to improvise encounters with further traps and Seraphs - they will be seasoned adventurers, but none will be pure mages (multi-class if anything)

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Are you sure you want me to guard the bar?
You just dont want me to be in the story!
I came to this board to have fun, not to be "put aside"



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Will the real cheesy lich stop using timestop, stop using time stop, YEAH BABY! :1diablo:

Rhazor, kneels down, checking the corpse of one of the dead Nandi bears. Under the thick fur coats, he finds a color similar to the ones they are wearing, only a little more complex. Although he is not as good identifying things as most Bards, he can tell that these bears were used against their own free will with these collars. He turns to the group and says, "I don't think these collars are just used to prevent us from using magic.."

Before I begin this may mess with the storyline you guys have been writing because you seem to have me with the main group and im still by myself, Ill catch up later though. BTW I play an elf.

Jabidas walks through the door dragging the dying man with him and gasps with relief as two shattered golems lie on the ground, some of the others prisoners he guesses, but why didnt they come in something is very odd here. Just as well he mutters to the man who looks quite dead now and drops the corpse on the ground, pulls out his knife and starts looking through his pockets. The sorcerer finds lockpicks, a small portrait of a child and some kind of wand, though it wont do him much good. What have I done he wonders was this man here to rescue me, he has lockpicks or was it some kind of scheme to get me to talk but what about or, or ,or. Whatever its quite irrelevant now, Jabidas collects himself and walks down the corridor and turns the corner with insufficant caution and spots three men they all were lightchain and have double handed swords, the weapons hang on the men with grace that speaks of knowledge of how to put them to use. They sit playing some strange game with a knife, a human man with a scraggy black beard glances up to see jabidas. The sorcerer swears vicously at himself, always relying on his power has made you complacent inwardly shrieking as elvish agility turns him quickly as he sprints in the opposite direction a fireball crashes into the corner he just turned. Fantastic magicusers thats all I need. The sorcerer keeps running while listening to shouted threats of angry men in chase not far behind. Jabidas enters a hall with tattered baners hanging on the wall, broken tables scatered around and half eaten dead bodies, he grabs a corpse and scampers up a banner with it. The light weight of the elf and only half a body arnt enough to finish it and two of the soldier mages rush in, one of them obviously is not very fit. The man with the beard stops and looks around as his friend charges further into the room his red hair swings as he goes into the darker corners with barely any visability swinging his sword to drive out an absent elf. The sorcerers infrvision tells him something is over there though. The older man knows that probably isnt it and looks up to get a dead body in the face, screams of surprise and pain come from the redhead as a huge irritated and bleeding bear rears up and tears his arm off. Dear Gods Im in some kind of kennel jabidas breaths and jumps onto the bearded man stabbing him under the ribs and slashing him across his hamstrings. Bears must like there meat fresh he mutters and stolls out the door again, whistling and listening to the screams of the helpless man. The sorcerer notices some kind of servant coming around a corner ahead of him, one stab under his armpit and into the heart as he passes lets out very litle blood and jabidas thinks time to find the archlich if anyone can get this off while in dungeon he can.

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Ha! i get it, i'm so dense,
(sorry im not in character but i just had to post)
i've never really taken part in the bar (just not really my thing *ducks behind the bar*http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif.
but i just reallized the names of hte threads,
its the star trek movies.
I love it!!!

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Artemis, who just got a dagger+3 off Lord Raptor, runs past the student up to the end wall. a small door is set deep into the stone work. he opens the door and looks into a dull lit cavennes room. he crawls through the doorway thinking "this would be easier if i was a halfling." after standing up and looking round abit ,letting his eyes get used to the dark, he see's a creature in the middle of the room. walking a little closer artemis seas its a sleeping...thing. it looks deamonic but like no deamon he'd seen before. walking closer still he spyes a key on a chain round its neck. reaching out to take it the creature wakes and roars at artemis. loosing his usuall carm he runs/crawls out of there as fast as he can. shouting to the other's artemis says "theres something in there with a key"


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[This message has been edited by Bruce The Aussie (edited 06-28-2001).]

http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif - Slackerboy spotted my little "Easter Eggs"
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Ghwanos, I'm not casting you aside, but your last posts had no connection with the story so I assumed you WANTED to be in the bar. If not, make up a prisoner and join the escape http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif – I am NOT going to keep on telling you to stick to the story. If you don’t, the others will ignore you. Anything you post as Ghwano the GOD does not happen and will be treated as such
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On with the story:
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Three of the Netherese look out of their window at the sight above. Lights play across the sky like some distant battlefield.
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“They cannot win. Each has more power than a Godly pantheon, but the Old Ones cannot win this fight”
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“If you say so. I don’t count such things until they’re over. He did say he’d reward us for helping him, which is good”
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“What good would the anchor be anyway? He isn’t even a God. How can he help?”
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“Ah! But he is an anchor for the Lord of Miracles and that’s how Miracles work, remember? Which one of the clowns is the anchor anyway”
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2Doesn’t matter as long as we keep them all here. Which reminds me, I’m off to gloat over the prisoners, gesticulate wildly and cackle maniacally”
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“~sigh1~ - I knew I shouldn’t have shown him the new D&D movie”

Consciousness slowly seeps back into the Paladin,and coming with it a calvacade of memories.His memories as an Undead Hunter ,the leering faces of vampires and liches falling before his sword. The bright flaming pain of Firkragg and his roars and laughter. The last memory was of dancing with a heavyset woman who seemed unnaturally hairy...voices came to him as if from the other end of a long tunnel.
"He's coming around,I'm getting my ring back now." He opens his eyes to see a half-orc bent over him,waving a hand in front of his face.
"How many fingers you see?" The half-orc growls at him.
" Unnhh..twelve...thirty-six? I was never good at math.." He rises unsteadily to his feet,and makes sure his own ring of Gaxx is on his hand where it should be, and pulls his Holy Avenger from the body of the great beast. He sets the point on the ground and leans on it waiting for the dizziness to past.
"So which way to my eggs? I mean to the exit?"
"Hmmm.",growls the half-orc, "Not all marbles back in his bag,but long as sword arm works so what?"



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A half Barbarian half earth elemental approaches with what appeared to be a doppleganger.
Bokk: I am Bokk, Half Barbarian of the Earth elementals.
Fraal: And I am Fraal, his doppleganger buddy.

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Will the real cheesy lich stop using timestop, stop using time stop, YEAH BABY! :1diablo:

GHWANOS:
The stationary Earth Elemental, Cheesy, turns slowly to Ghwano’s new chars
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They can speak same language .He says “head to the North mountains. When you can see the tower – break it!” and falls inanimate again
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Ghwanos, it is a long trek North, you may want to find a wizard (Godly powers aren’t working because of the stellar crisis). In the mountains, you will have to fight off Life-Stealers (not too hard for Elementals, I shouldn’t think
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The prisoners:
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Heading down the hall, the lead chars are hit with a net – you have been ambushed by 3 Seraphs. One is 15th lvl fighter, another 12th lvl Thief/Mage, other 16th level Berserker


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Walnut the big nosed dwarf steps into the bar, lets azurewolf check his weapons,
"I wouldn't go 'en tooch that there blade there sonny. Ya might catch yaself a cold. That be me trusty frost reaver but ye can the handle if ye like"
The bounce checks the blade, holding on to the handle, and stores it in a box. Walnut steps up to the bar and yells,
"I be an adventurer and i need myself and adventure. Does anyone require my services in their party or would ye like me to go and find ye some shiny trinket?"

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The guard looks up at the sorcerer through a veil of blood and sweat that constantly stings his eyes and screams again. Where is he? the elf asks politly. Let me guess you dont know that either, Jabidas sighs and slashs the soldiers other ear off. The guardsman starts screaming and crying again and the sorcerer waits until he finishs. Let me make this a little bit more simple for you, Im bored and Im about ready to kill you and move on regardless of no new information so unless you start telling me things i do want to know, ill kill you slow, if I think your lying Ill kill you slow and oh when your finished Ill at least kill you fast but then you knew from the start there was no way you were going to get out of this. The guard starts yelling franticaly and screaming about their staregys and people he knows and jabidas cuts his throat. His blood covers the elfs hand, it has a warmth and texture to it that feels different to normal blood, jabidas cant quite place it and mutters boring conversation anyway.
Soldiers burst down the door and Jabidas recognises the detail about the mans blood spelled so an alarm would go if he died, when the dust clears the soldiers hear mocking laughter drift away quickly around a corner.

Jabidas has quite forgotten how long hes been wandering around dusty grey hall where nothing moves, rooms adorn both sides inside old wooden bedchambers mainly lost to dry rot, dark inside with the customary stale air. The Elfs whimsical nature lets him wanders into one of them again. This isnt destroyed like the others an old mage sits in a chair, the lines on his face speak of old arrogance broken now though, failed dreams and whiskey. Around him are books and mirrors covered in dust. The room is intact, it looks as old as the mage himself, he looks like the last of a generation long gone, unremembered by the people of today, left to die as the world pushed on. Jabidas knew if he started talking to him he would only recieve storys of times long forgotten, not that they would even be true instead twisted reflections of the truth through a fading mind that can only recall feelings of what it thought which make that time truly forgotten and for all anyone knew may never even of happened. The sorcerer realises the mage dosnt know hes there and wishs that something would find him before he goes insane or dies of thirst. Jabidas moves to the books and sighs perhaps there is something he can learn.

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BlackAssassin, the patrons have all been captured by distant sorcerors, they aren't in the bar. Ghwanos' characters are the only ones who turned up, because they did so AFTER the others were captured. However, a number of City Guard Trolls (armed with Halberds) come up to the bar and see you. "You're under arrest, mate, in the name of Lord Azzur")
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Likewise, the bartender is not there. Outside, you can see large flashes in the sky (they're getting closer to the planet) as if some great war is going on in the sky
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Jabidas, sorry, I gather you're separated from the party. Never mind, the idea of a vamp stalking the hunters is entertaining. It will take you some time to translate many of the texts. The languages on this planet are mostly alien. Not to put too fine a point on it, you find some written in Atlantean, but will need to find a linguist or spell to read them later
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I shall let the other prisoners decide how to respond to the 3 ambushing seraphs

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The berzerker seraph goes in to a rage and charges caleb so he chops the huge bulging michael bolton vein in his head making blood go everywhere and blind the mage and just as caleb is about to play roshambo with the blind mage the fighter seraph comes from behind and knocks caleb out with a war hammer.

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BOW TO THE BISCUIT KING AND HIS THRONE OF SCONE!!!

artemis gathers up all his courage and runs (well crawls at speed). looking up into the eyes of the enraged beast. pulling his dagger he jumps at it.

outside, the other prisoners here a sream. then another. then another. 20 minutes later artemis staggers/crawls (thats very hard to do) out of the cavern. "free peanuts for all" he says in bedraggled tones, just before collapsing.

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Bokk, as he turned himself into a "blur" of death, he spins on the thief mage trying to back stab him. Bokk hammered the t/m with his rock fists, crushin the serpah's (sp?) bones. Fraal, seeing that the other serapahs where charging at him, turned himself into a high level wizard, and casting power word: Stun on them. Then, Fraal cast Spell Trap, and Summon Planatar to finish the serapahs off. The T/M, was trying to backstab Fraal, but he turned around, and did a power word: Kill on the poor sap. Fraal is VERY cunning when it comes to changing shapes. He knows the powers of the thing he transforms into, and using a spiders web, followed up with a vampire's level drain, =TACTICS!

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Will the real cheesy lich stop using timestop, stop using time stop, YEAH BABY! :1diablo:

Somewhat cheesy, that. oh well. The corridors are a veritable maze but with the student leading you, you go up some stairs to a large chamber, supposedly the teleportation room. There are 4 Netherese here. All are 30th level. 3 cast Tenser's Transformation, the other drops a null-cast field aout the room to stop casting by non-collared prisoners

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Bokk, contacting gaia, the earth, gave him some translations to the wierd texts and languages that appeared. Fraal, in a mage form, used a Tongues spell to also decode the dialects. Sick of the weak body, Fraal turns into a MindFlayer.
Using the connection to Gaia, Bokk gave Fraal the power to transform into aleast huge size. Fraal, using the psionic powers, looked through the walls to se any unsespecting orcs and other flayers might be behind the western walls.
He saw two Greater Wolf Weres, and he transformed accordingly. He was a wolf were, and thru Bokk, busted thru the walls. Bokk, who was using Silent Mind Bashing, did not make a sound. The greater wolf weres did not know that Fraal was a doppleganger, and treated him as a comrade. He quickly turned flayer again, (while their backs were turned) and dominated their souls. He teleported with the new slaves back to the party (with the walls back up)
Meanwhile......
Wah: Helpp........ Ummmmmmberr Hullllks!
Shadowed Figure: You shall prover yourself worthy of life LICH, by killing these umber hulks..... IN A MILLION YEARS!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!

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Artemis, still lying on the floor, twitches ever so slightly, groans then falls unconcias, still grasping the unkown key.

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Ghwano, can you not role-play other people's char please? Still trying to work round your new munchkin characters (sigh) - ruins the challenge for anyone else




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What do people mean by Munchkin and Vanilla ?

Un huh,

but don't worry - I'm nice and all, so I won't get mad at you http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif. But I don't think that a 1,000,000 year old undead could give a f--k about a couple of insane umber hulks.http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...s/rolleyes.gif



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What do people mean by Munchkin and Vanilla ?

After the blind of anti-magic drops upon the situation, the day looks grim. The sky has rosen a dusty red and the smell of decayed flesh is hanging strong in the air like a part of the place.

Wah decides to deny the impossible and attempts to cast a fireball - which backfires into his own face, with an echo of laugher around him.

"You will not escape!" cried one of the mages, "and how did you get your collar off!"

"Return them to the cell immediately!" screamed an older amge.

Wah struggled as the others too did, someone managed to slit the hands of one of the mages and he retaliated with a hefty scream.

He signalled, what seemed like for more backup and aid. When Wah struck him - his years of undead lich hands, seeping into his bloodstream and instantly paralysing the foolish young mage. Liches were ruthless. An Arch Lich was even more so.

"Let's get out of here".

They were too hopeful as usual. Someone had already raised the alarm: there was a slight creak as several hooded wizards approached from the other side of the corridor.

"We're trapped from both sides!!" muttered Wah.

"YOU ARE CLEVER!!" laughed the leader of the hooded figures, "NOW COME WITH US!"

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No spam please, Tricky. A munchkin (if your question is serious) is a powermongering player whose characters overwhelm proper games with sheer power - no fun for others)
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The wizards look smug - the Tenser'd ones are a match for the fighters, but hey are outnumbered
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From behind the wizards, a wall crumbles. One of the wizards looks back to investigate and his eyes widen. He tries to run into the room and past, but Lord Raptor spins Celestial Fury around and slices the top of his head off
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The other wizards in the hall panic too. They have seen what looks like a Sphere of Annihilation heading for them - but this one appeats SENTIENT. Wizards run in disarray. One trips and screams as he is vaporised by the Sphere's touch

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The rest of the netherese run off after the wizards. Draggor is confused before turning around and noticeing the sphere. "I don't know what the hell that thing is but I'd rather not hang around and find out. I doubt my hammer will work very well. Everyone out the door, I'll cover you."
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WAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!!