The Lord of the Forums / As the Storm Passes...

[Larry_OHF]

The tower was now swaying back and forth, causing everyone dumb enough to still be inside to topple around and lose thier footing. The top of the tower, consisting of the 6th and 5th floors fell to the ground, crashing into the dead earth that lay around and into the moat. The fourth floor no longer had a roof, but looked skyward.

OOC>>>How much more clearer do I have to be?
This tower ain't gonna stand much longer!!!
I am giving everyone a chance to save themselves and others...

TAO and Spree, post something so that Cyril can come after you...he is waiting for your posts.

[Cyril Darkcloud]

ooc: Fair enough, Morgeruat! *LOL* But you do list yourself as an expatriot of that order.

Not that any of these details would change a loner like Cyril's opinions of such things as guilds, especially after their armies never arrived. Speaking of changing opinions however:

Perhaps there is some real goodness to found among some of these knights .... ~ So simple an acknowledgment is not made easily and yet it must be made. This man can barely stand himself and yet will offer what little energy he has that the women might live. This knight could simply leave, yet he does not. The unsteadiness of the tower is palpable and disturbing and there is little time to lose. “You have died once this day. There is no need to die again. The women might be saved without the loss of your life.” He hopes these last words are true for there have been too many lives swallowed up by the darkness of this place. “Go and reclaim your life and know that you have my thanks. Soon the skies will clear - bear my greeting to the sun.”

The stones on the upper floors have begun to shake loose and he feels the entry of the restless and probing winds. Perhaps. Perhaps there is a chance that life may emerge even from the pits below this tower. The flesh on his hands burns and his life mingles with the newly moving air. Whisper hoots softly at the entrance to the chamber. “Lead me to them,” he says softly, and follows the owl into the dark stone corridors of the crumbling tower.

[ 05-14-2002, 07:49 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

[TAOWolf]

Her keen sense of hearing notices the demise of the Modding Mage, and the bracer glows a brilliant red, shining thru the dust of the corridors. Slamming her paws to the ground again, she sends shockwave after shockwave towards the few creatures left.

A great rumbling shakes the walls, and the wolves lose their footing for an instant. They stare at each other, then turn to Deiter and Spree.

~The Modding Mage is dead, and the tower falls....We may be trapped I'm afraid.....but.............~

Thinking quickly, she turns back to the other wolf and together they start a power howl calling with all their hearts to Cyril.......

[Morgeruat]

Grunting his thanx to Cyril, Morguerat centers his concentration and sees himself standing outside the tower, bending space and time the knight moves himself instantly to where he had envisioned himself outside the tower. Overcome by the events of the day he collapses in a heap, the sword sticking out of the dirt next him, and begins snoring softly.

[ 05-14-2002, 01:31 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

[Neb]

Neb's familiar teleports to his side and makes contact with him, then shifts both of them to the Astral plane.

[AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe]

Dantes dodges a weak blow at his ankle then watches as Neb disappears. he then notices the tower shaking and rumbling, in the throws its final collapse. That could only mean one thing, that the modding mage was dead. Dantes smiled a weak smile. There was still one thing he needed to do. Dantes crooked his finger and immediately disappeared.
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Dantes reappeared levetating in the throne room. He could see Larry's cold body lying on the shaking floor that he levelated over. Dantes made a motion with his hand and the one ring flew to his hand. Dantes smiled at the reassuring weigh of the object. The tower rumbled around him as again blinked out of sight. It was time to return the ring to its rightful place.

[Larry_OHF]

Something on the second floor explodes, and sends flames stretching and rolling everywhere. The third and fouth floors fall one level to fill the space, as the second floor is no longer there.

[Cyril Darkcloud]

ooc: Morgeruat, I finally posted a response to your character above.

There is a terrible narrowness about these spaces despite their high ceilings and unusual width. The knowledge that the dark stones of the confining walls may at any point fall inward upon him intensifies his claustrophobic feelings. Still, he moves, aided by the newly moving air, with the swiftness he has spent his life learning. The Mage’s creatures are too concerned with their own safety to pay him any attention and he is free to follow the heart rending echoes of the wolf song to the trapped voices of the woman called TAO and her companions.

Moving through the second floor he notes the movement of the wounded and rage filled bonespawn. He pauses a moment, and notes the weakened structure, smiling at the feel of a draft rising from the first floor. “You simply do not matter,” he whispers and violently brings the axes together. The resulting thunderclap is enough to pull the damaged ceiling and walls down upon the creature. Hoping desperately that the information Whisper has given him about the lower floors is correct, he exits the second floor even as it collapses upon the surprised bonespawn.

Finally, he reaches the lowest reaches of the structure and finds himself confronted by a wall of thick and unyielding stone where the entrance to the dungeons should be.

[TAOWolf]

Pauses a moment, and feels the Cloud bringer near.........starts howling in complete desperation, scrabbling at the rocks and stones with her front paws, silver tears running freely down her muzzle, landing on the stones, melting paths as they fall...

[Cyril Darkcloud]

Despair nearly takes hold of him there before the stone barrier. He knows of no strength that will move it and of no way to pierce it. The howling notes of wolf cries reach his ears and he forcibly calms himself. Above him, the collapse of the tower proceeds amid the crashing of stones and the filling of the air with dust and screams.

The notes of her voice have reached my ears! ~ The realization is sudden and a cause for relief. Air can still pass where bodies cannot and therefore the seal is not so tight as he had feared. He whispers, then, a few reassuring syllables that travel along the slender pathways allowed the air near the sealed doorway to the ears of the woman called TAO, “Keep them safe and I will do what I can.”

The air here has been still and dead for a very long time and it is painful even to breathe it. His eyes narrow as he concentrates and the still air moves slightly near the barrier. He smiles, then, the relived smile of one who sees unexpected reason for hope. ~ There is no way to pierce the barrier, it is far too strong and has been made to defeat such force. But one does not need to enter the chamber in that way.... ~ He turns his eyes to the place above the blockage, the place out of which it had moved to seal the passage. It is hollow where the barrier had been.

He steps away from the door and draws his three remaining arrows of dispelling. Firing them swiftly at the area he will strike, he notes the flashes that signal the dissipation of wards of protection. Grasping the axes once more, he stands with his arms outstretched expelling the last of his energy into the stagnant air around him. Burns cover his hands and creep along his forearms and the dead air suddenly erupts with life and movement. He screams with pain a coiled silver strike of lightning lashes suddenly outward striking the stone repeatedly until several long cracks appear in its surface. He releases the gathered violence of the winds in a single concussive blast and a large opening appears above the undamaged barrier.

He collapses to his knees, gasping for breath in the stale air.

ooc: I’ll let you guys figure out how to get a wolf out this way.