LOF - Aftermath II - Hidden Hungers - Page 3

TAOWolf · 01-01-2003, 11:27 PM

She stands silently, listening to the wind, and gazing around her. But her eyes always seem to end up gazing at the cliffs in the distance, where she first met the windbringer and the ranger. She closes her eyes, allowing one single silver tear to roll down her cheek.

Making up her mind, she opens her eyes, gazing at the crystal set in her rowan staff. In a swirl of leaves, she is gone...........

A large silver wolf, slowly and stealthily makes its way thru the burnt land, towards the distant cliff face...........

Larry_OHF · 01-02-2003, 12:09 PM

Brendon

Turning from Ruby with a smile on his face for his clever remark...Brendon noticed that the witch Rhianneth was behaving oddly, like she was upset about something. It was clear from her facial expression that she was weighed heavily with thoughts on her mind. However, Brendon had no time to contempate this, as he had heard the whisperings of Syrathic in warning. Remembering where they were, Brendon snapped back into reality, grabbed an arrow, and notched it, aiming ahead of Syrathic in case there was something creeping out of the gloom at him. Then, the whole party got quiet. Everyone could feel the dread in the air. There was more trouble very nearby, and they had almost missed it, if not for the elf's superior vision and hearing.

Slowly creeping toward Syrathic's position, Brendon nodded his readiness that he was covering the elf from whatever was the first to come their way. He mouthed the words without voicing it..."Ready."

Cyril Darkcloud · 01-02-2003, 10:06 PM

For Syrathic and Brendon

As one draws close to the boulders, one thing becomes quite clear – whatever it was that has cast them aside possessed considerable strength. The hard stone of the passage leaves no trace of footprints. Just beyond the boulders the tunnel widens considerably, enough to easily accommodate the entire party, or several large creatures. The ceiling is also much higher here and sound carries differently within this larger space. While it is impossible to discern just how far this wider passageway extends, the careful eye can discern a short distance away what seem to be the glowing remains of magical runes that are scattered in such a way as to suggest that glyphs of no small power had discharged their stored magic energy. It is from beyond these dimly glowing runic fragments that the voices and noise seem to issue. A few moments of careful listening suggests that the strange snatches of speech that reach the ear are snatches of argumentative conversation among a band of grimlock warriors.

Larry_OHF · 01-03-2003, 12:17 AM

Brendon

Brendon looks back over his shoulder in hopes to see that the others are realizing their peril.

[ 01-03-2003, 12:18 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

Lord Starshadow · 01-03-2003, 12:45 AM

ooc: Larry, we're a short ways ahead of the group, so they're not in immediate peril.

Syrathic moved forward once again, this time with Brendon following. Once again, the elf stopped at the boulders and listened very carefully. This time however, he was able to discern that language came from grimlocks. "More grimlocks," Syrathic whispered to his companion. "Sounds like they're having an argument."

He peered out past the boulders once again. After carefully gazing out, he saw that the passage significantly widened up ahead. And just a short way ahead, Syrathic could see the glowing of what appeared to be magic runes. It was a light glow, suggesting that they had already unleashed their power. He turned to Brendon again. "The passage widens considerably just ahead of the boulders. There's also some magical runes just ahead. However, they seemed to have used up their energy. Probably not a good sign. One of us should head back to the others and prepare them for this."

Larry_OHF · 01-03-2003, 09:11 AM

Brendon

Brendon nodded his agreement, and decided that he'd go back and alert the others as to what they had seen. He did not want to risk talking, though the elf was capable of speaking more silently than any human could, yet still be heard to those that are meant to hear. Relaxing his bowstring, Brendon made his careful way back to the party to disclose this little adventure.
OOC>>>and I am wondering if the whole party has not been eaten by some beast when I get back...where is everyone?.

When Brendon got back to the group's resting spot, he spoke of all he and Syrathic saw and heard.

TAOWolf · 01-03-2003, 07:48 PM

As the wolf nears the cliffs, she stops....

"something is not right here..........."

Touching a paw to the bracer around her neck, she changes back to human form, and stands thoughtfully in the shade of what is left of the trees near the cliff face, and studies a shadowy crack in the cleft to the right.....

Her eyes shine silver as she hears the faint whispers of someone, or...... something.....

[ 01-03-2003, 08:17 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

Cyril Darkcloud · 01-04-2003, 12:31 PM

The boundaries of the Inner Forums

Swift is the wind and unceasing in its movement. This unceasing movement is at its swiftest and strongest within the mountains that ring the Inner Forums. But the wind that gusts with such mighty speed within these mountains is a wind that bears within it the hollow notes of the rattled last breaths of the dead. The unceasing swiftness of the wind soon carries the tainted and corrupting touch of this subtle and consuming breath abroad into the air currents of the storms that rage in these mountains. Soon the storms themselves are driven by the movements of this tainted air and even the sound of the booming thunder takes on a more somber tone. There are sounds within the air here, the notes of a mighty howl, and these sounds are seized by the wind and thrown back into the mountains where the thunder shatters their notes and disperses even the smallest of their echos into the tainted violence of the storm.

Even as the great howl is torn to pieces by wind and thunder, a cluster of dark thunderheads masses near the location of the party’s entrance to the Underneath of the forums. The swollen clouds sway with a malignant complacency as they gather and then all grows strangely still. The stillness lasts for but the length of a deep breath and then is sundered by a series of concussive thunderclaps that shake the very mountains. Silver bolts of lightning shoot down into the stones of the cliff faces, splitting them. Thunderclap follows thunderclap keeping violent time to the angry dance of the lightning and the falling of boulders. Then, as suddenly as it began, all grows still once more and dark clouds slowly drift back into the mountains. But the entrance to the Underneath is now sealed beneath the rubble of a destroyed cliff.

Larry_OHF · 01-04-2003, 12:58 PM

OOC>>>Hey gang...I don't think the DM likes us anymore....

AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe · 01-04-2003, 02:40 PM

Dantes stood there in thoughtful silence, letting Brendon's words weigh on his mind before he spoke.
"I must see these runes," Dantes whispered. The words, though barely audible, drew everyone's attention with the sense of urgency interjected in them. Dantes drew down his cloak and disappeared into the shadows moving quickly and quietly in the direction brendon came from.
*************************************************
Dankorona sensing Dantes' went made his own way toward the runes, as quickly and surreptitiously as his little gnome legs could take him.

OOC:Cyril PM !! [img]smile.gif[/img]

[ 01-04-2003, 03:56 PM: Message edited by: AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe ]

01-04-2003, 02:40 PM	#30
AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe Hathor Join Date: October 11, 2001 Location: At My Computer Age: 44 Posts: 2,217	Dantes stood there in thoughtful silence, letting Brendon's words weigh on his mind before he spoke. "I must see these runes," Dantes whispered. The words, though barely audible, drew everyone's attention with the sense of urgency interjected in them. Dantes drew down his cloak and disappeared into the shadows moving quickly and quietly in the direction brendon came from. ************************************************* Dankorona sensing Dantes' went made his own way toward the runes, as quickly and surreptitiously as his little gnome legs could take him. OOC:Cyril PM !! [img]smile.gif[/img] [ 01-04-2003, 03:56 PM: Message edited by: AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe ] __________________ Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho

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01-01-2003, 11:27 PM	#21
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	She stands silently, listening to the wind, and gazing around her. But her eyes always seem to end up gazing at the cliffs in the distance, where she first met the windbringer and the ranger. She closes her eyes, allowing one single silver tear to roll down her cheek. Making up her mind, she opens her eyes, gazing at the crystal set in her rowan staff. In a swirl of leaves, she is gone........... A large silver wolf, slowly and stealthily makes its way thru the burnt land, towards the distant cliff face...........

01-02-2003, 12:09 PM	#22
Larry_OHF Ironworks Moderator Join Date: March 1, 2001 Location: Midlands, South Carolina Age: 49 Posts: 14,759	Brendon Turning from Ruby with a smile on his face for his clever remark...Brendon noticed that the witch Rhianneth was behaving oddly, like she was upset about something. It was clear from her facial expression that she was weighed heavily with thoughts on her mind. However, Brendon had no time to contempate this, as he had heard the whisperings of Syrathic in warning. Remembering where they were, Brendon snapped back into reality, grabbed an arrow, and notched it, aiming ahead of Syrathic in case there was something creeping out of the gloom at him. Then, the whole party got quiet. Everyone could feel the dread in the air. There was more trouble very nearby, and they had almost missed it, if not for the elf's superior vision and hearing. Slowly creeping toward Syrathic's position, Brendon nodded his readiness that he was covering the elf from whatever was the first to come their way. He mouthed the words without voicing it..."Ready."

01-02-2003, 10:06 PM	#23
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	For Syrathic and Brendon As one draws close to the boulders, one thing becomes quite clear – whatever it was that has cast them aside possessed considerable strength. The hard stone of the passage leaves no trace of footprints. Just beyond the boulders the tunnel widens considerably, enough to easily accommodate the entire party, or several large creatures. The ceiling is also much higher here and sound carries differently within this larger space. While it is impossible to discern just how far this wider passageway extends, the careful eye can discern a short distance away what seem to be the glowing remains of magical runes that are scattered in such a way as to suggest that glyphs of no small power had discharged their stored magic energy. It is from beyond these dimly glowing runic fragments that the voices and noise seem to issue. A few moments of careful listening suggests that the strange snatches of speech that reach the ear are snatches of argumentative conversation among a band of grimlock warriors.

01-03-2003, 12:17 AM	#24
Larry_OHF Ironworks Moderator Join Date: March 1, 2001 Location: Midlands, South Carolina Age: 49 Posts: 14,759	Brendon Brendon looks back over his shoulder in hopes to see that the others are realizing their peril. [ 01-03-2003, 12:18 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

01-03-2003, 12:45 AM	#25
Lord Starshadow Quintesson Join Date: October 3, 2002 Location: The plane of non-existence... and Michigan Age: 44 Posts: 1,087	ooc: Larry, we're a short ways ahead of the group, so they're not in immediate peril. Syrathic moved forward once again, this time with Brendon following. Once again, the elf stopped at the boulders and listened very carefully. This time however, he was able to discern that language came from grimlocks. "More grimlocks," Syrathic whispered to his companion. "Sounds like they're having an argument." He peered out past the boulders once again. After carefully gazing out, he saw that the passage significantly widened up ahead. And just a short way ahead, Syrathic could see the glowing of what appeared to be magic runes. It was a light glow, suggesting that they had already unleashed their power. He turned to Brendon again. "The passage widens considerably just ahead of the boulders. There's also some magical runes just ahead. However, they seemed to have used up their energy. Probably not a good sign. One of us should head back to the others and prepare them for this."

01-03-2003, 09:11 AM	#26
Larry_OHF Ironworks Moderator Join Date: March 1, 2001 Location: Midlands, South Carolina Age: 49 Posts: 14,759	Brendon Brendon nodded his agreement, and decided that he'd go back and alert the others as to what they had seen. He did not want to risk talking, though the elf was capable of speaking more silently than any human could, yet still be heard to those that are meant to hear. Relaxing his bowstring, Brendon made his careful way back to the party to disclose this little adventure. OOC>>>and I am wondering if the whole party has not been eaten by some beast when I get back...where is everyone?. When Brendon got back to the group's resting spot, he spoke of all he and Syrathic saw and heard.

01-03-2003, 07:48 PM	#27
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	As the wolf nears the cliffs, she stops.... "something is not right here..........." Touching a paw to the bracer around her neck, she changes back to human form, and stands thoughtfully in the shade of what is left of the trees near the cliff face, and studies a shadowy crack in the cleft to the right..... Her eyes shine silver as she hears the faint whispers of someone, or...... something..... [ 01-03-2003, 08:17 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

01-04-2003, 12:31 PM	#28
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	The boundaries of the Inner Forums Swift is the wind and unceasing in its movement. This unceasing movement is at its swiftest and strongest within the mountains that ring the Inner Forums. But the wind that gusts with such mighty speed within these mountains is a wind that bears within it the hollow notes of the rattled last breaths of the dead. The unceasing swiftness of the wind soon carries the tainted and corrupting touch of this subtle and consuming breath abroad into the air currents of the storms that rage in these mountains. Soon the storms themselves are driven by the movements of this tainted air and even the sound of the booming thunder takes on a more somber tone. There are sounds within the air here, the notes of a mighty howl, and these sounds are seized by the wind and thrown back into the mountains where the thunder shatters their notes and disperses even the smallest of their echos into the tainted violence of the storm. Even as the great howl is torn to pieces by wind and thunder, a cluster of dark thunderheads masses near the location of the party’s entrance to the Underneath of the forums. The swollen clouds sway with a malignant complacency as they gather and then all grows strangely still. The stillness lasts for but the length of a deep breath and then is sundered by a series of concussive thunderclaps that shake the very mountains. Silver bolts of lightning shoot down into the stones of the cliff faces, splitting them. Thunderclap follows thunderclap keeping violent time to the angry dance of the lightning and the falling of boulders. Then, as suddenly as it began, all grows still once more and dark clouds slowly drift back into the mountains. But the entrance to the Underneath is now sealed beneath the rubble of a destroyed cliff.

01-04-2003, 12:58 PM	#29
Larry_OHF Ironworks Moderator Join Date: March 1, 2001 Location: Midlands, South Carolina Age: 49 Posts: 14,759	OOC>>>Hey gang...I don't think the DM likes us anymore....

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