Game Thread Into the Black - Page 8

BustaHemo · #**106** 09-20-2010, 08:48 PM

Nilheim pouts quite clearly as the door doesn't open beneath his hands. Still planning on getting it open, he turns his body and puts his shoulder into it. Several grunts, and a layer of cold sweat later, he turns around just in time to notice the elf open the actual door just a few steps to his left.

"Wha?!?" He demands as he looks at what he had been pushing on, realizing a bit too late that he had been more worried in opening the door than concerned with where he was pushing. "I'm -sure- the wall thought about letting me in!" He shouts at the others, even as the elf yells.

In one quick motion, he lifts his crossbow and fires it. At the screaming elf.
"ZOMBIE!"

DM Says: .... .... You...you Shot the Elf! He takes 5 damage, and you're going to hell.

Ethics · #**107** 09-20-2010, 11:38 PM

Corstine gasps loudly at the action that unfolds before her. While she has never seen a zombie before, the elf behind the doors of the mausoleum certainly looks alive to her. Weak, but alive.

"Nilheim!" She shouts, sounding shocked at his attack. "I don't think he's--"

Farro · #**108** 09-21-2010, 11:32 AM

The elf staggers backwards in surprise and pain. "I very nearly was!" he roars. "Yon sneak has stolen my name and image, and left me to die in the pit below us!"

The elf lowers himself to the floor, trying to gather himself.

Causa · #**109** 09-21-2010, 12:46 PM

Nekon quickly turns to Corstine, motioning her towards the fallen Elf. "See if you can use your healing skills on him," he asks of her, as he drops to a knee by the door, removing his satchel once more, to see if there is anything else useful for this tragedy...

Farro · #**110** 09-21-2010, 02:18 PM

The wizard turns his face up to the human before him. "Do not act as if you had not tossed me to the rotten masses down below, and that you do not intend the same for the men and lady around you."

He appeals to the druid, who seems to possess some sense. "This man is prepared to kill you and your entourage: This is nothing but a suicide mission for you and yours, and has been from the beginning."

BustaHemo · #**111** 09-21-2010, 04:53 PM

The others cries of protest do little to offend or bother Nilheim. He quickly redraws the hand crossbow and lays another bolt on the inlay, getting close enough to stand over the wounded elf's body. "Who are you and what do you do?" He growls at the prone figure. The red of the blood, now staining the cloth around where his bolt struck, startles the halfling. "You're no zombie." He complains, sounding even more agitated in that knowledge.

Farro · #**112** 09-21-2010, 05:04 PM

The elf rises momentarily, doing his best to retain some dignity as he states his name and occupation. "I am Nekon, Wizard of the woods surrounding Springbridge, Leafhaven and Rivercrossing."

That done, Nekon drops to the floor once more.

BustaHemo · #**113** 09-21-2010, 06:37 PM

"Just another Nekon wizard with us then." Nilheim mutters, lowering his crossbow and turning around. "Aye, Beautiful. Think you could use those wonderful hands on this poor elf's shoulder? Seems someone shot him." A grin touches the corners of his lips as he speaks. "I think they may have mistaken him for a zombie... What a mistake, yeah?"

Farro · #**114** 09-21-2010, 06:44 PM

"I would not be so flippant, halfling," Nekon says dryly. "If this man brought me here to feed me to wights or ghouls or skeletons or zombies, or whatever those things were, what do you think he has in store for you, bringing you here?"

BustaHemo · #**115** 09-21-2010, 07:13 PM

Nilheim spares Nekon 2 a curious look. He considers the elf's words a moment, his index finger lightly tapping against his lips before he just starts laughing. "To rescue the princess, of course." He reaffirms, though he is forced to look back at Nekon 1. "If not that, he brought me along for my fantastic voice and my overly sensitive ballads."

Feeling that the area is secure where they are, he ventures just a step or two farther into the mausoleum. Squinting his eyes as he attempts to pierce the veil that is the darkness. "You have any of your zombie friends down there, Wood Wizard?"

DM Says: You search as best as you are able, but with only the moonlight from the doorway, you cannot find anything. You do manage to stump your toe on the dias.

Farro · #**116** 09-21-2010, 07:21 PM

Nekon concludes that the halfling was born without common sense and deductive reasoning, and turns to the Costine, awaiting her conclusion.

Causa · #**117** 09-21-2010, 07:52 PM

And the unveiling of Farro's Nekon gamepiece

Room Description: As one opens the heavy double doors to this building, their first sight would be of the huge tomb standing before them.

The massive tomb itself is roughly four feet high, made of heavy stone and braced with iron, the entire structure is gilded in a golden hued metal. An intricate cross is carved into the lid of the structure, and wooden pieces have been fitted into each of the carvings. Dark cherry and red walnut fill the pattern.

A raised dias holds the burial monument, as well as a shrine dedicated to the fallen kings. The shrine holds a huge statue of a dragon, forged entirely from iron, that stands guard over the room, glaring down at any who disturb this place of rest.

Ethics · #**118** 09-21-2010, 09:41 PM

Corstine ignores the fact that they are potentially in danger, kneeling beside the injured elf. "Forgive my companion's reaction," She says quietly to him, studying him carefully. She occasionally casts a suspicious glance in the "other" Nekon's direction, unsure of what this "new" one has said is true. It seems more likely that he could be delusional.

DM Says: 10 is fine

You are able to remove the crossbow bolt without causing anymore damage, and properly treat the wound so that it shouldn't generate any more problems. Rest and careful use of the shoulder should be all that's needed for a full recovery!

BustaHemo · #**119** 09-21-2010, 10:09 PM

Unable to see into the darkness, Nilheim reaches down to his quiver and tugs a torch out of one of the more empty ones. Kneeling down, he works a piece of flint against an edge of steel as he does his best to get the torch lit.

"Let there be light." He whispers loudly, holding the torch above him as he once again starts to look around the room.

DM Says: You search each of the urns surrounding the Dragon shrine. You find holy symbols to Kord, Heironeous, and Torm: Small wood carvings placed against the urns, probably as offerings. You also find ash within the urns...

Moss, holly, and thistle are placed around fresh pine needles around the urns, there are a bundle of cherries draped over the uppermost urn. All of the plantlife seems fresh, as if the shrine is often attended.

Causa · #**120** 09-22-2010, 09:58 AM

As most of the party moves in towards the wounded elf, "Nekon" leaps to his feet, shouting a "Hah!" towards the Elven Wizard. "You're all food for the Master, and the Princess will die!" He yells, "LONG LIVE THE COUNCIL!" He screams maniacally as he steps down on the cylinder. The small wooden pole begins to corkscrew down into the floor once more, the arrow on the top of the object continues to point outwards...

As the doors slam closed, Nekon tries to dart out, into the graveyard, however the doors prove more swift than he expected, and his shoulder is caught. For a slow second, you can hear the man struggling on the far side, a few inches of moonlight drawing a clear line of white across the golden-hued tile of the mausoleum floor.

Finally a cry echoes through the chamber, and a loud *CRACK* shoots through the room "No no no no no..." The fevered murmurings of a man in pain beyond... before the doors slowly press closed. A sickening crunching sound signals each slowly grinding inch, until the doors seal themselves completely...

You are now sealed within the mausoleum, with only the light from Nilheim's torch to see by. The door is totally closed, and sealed with the sticky pulp and splinters of bone from "Nekon's" shoulder. His arm now rests on the floor, smattered with blood and pulp, and slowly draining a puddle of blood into the grout of the tile.

In the hand of the dismembered arm is the wizard's satchel.

Kevdak: You stood in the door way for a long, long, incredibly long time, and when the doors closed, they swatted you in the butt. It hurts and makes you grumpy.