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Martigan hears the other stir in the house and watch as they each file out one at a time shaking the sleep from their bones. He fallows them to their destination and doesn't bother trying to try and find out where they are going since they seem to know the place better. He does, however, keep a watchful eye about his surroundings listening, looking, and sniffing. The thought of the Elf from the tavern pops in his head btu he shakes it away trying to focus on his surroundings. He collects various items along the way, sticks, small rocks, and some patches of moss that he comes across. rolls |
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yeah just wanted to know what was on the shelves with the farm implements, get my sleep requirement and a few books,
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The books that Martigan takes include famous wonders such as:
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hah
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Martigan walks away from the stairs a few feet looking at the pillars with great warriors on them and feels his chest where he knows he felt the huge chunk of metal slice into. No....... NOOOOOOOO! IT'S NOT MY TIME THIS ISN'T FAIR! Martigan Runs up to one of the pillars and begins punching the monolith of marble till specks of red begin to pock park the white slab with each punch.
__________________Martigan gives the pillar a few more punches each one slower then the last, he falls to his knees and keeps his hands balled and hits the pillar again and again in a stabbing motion like a little girl trying to beat up her much older brother. His breath becomes heavier and heavier and then turn into small quick gasps. his eye well up, but not from the pain, The realization of what has happened and where he is, sinks deeper and deeper into his mind. His eyes burn with a warm heat as a single tear falls from his face, another, and another. He sobs quietly to himself, his balled up hands on the pillar are the only thing keeping him from just collapsing on the floor. A few moments pass and his sobbing subsides. Martigan pulls his hands free from the stained pillar and feels the blood try to keep him glued to it. His hands drop to his side, shaking from the pain and damage to the nerves as his adrenalin no longer flows through him. Martigan stands and begins walking to the staircase slowly, then picks up more and more speed. His sorrow turns to anger then into a full blown rage. Its not my time, I will not stand for this. I will get back even if I have to fight my way back I WILL NOT PASS ON! Though they are in great pain, he balls his fists and heads up the stairs with great speed ready to do battle or charge through any line to get out of this place that he has been summoned to. |
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I'm sorry I can say the same since I do not know who you are. He clenches his fists a bit tighter letting a drop or 2 ooze from his wounds.
__________________Religion was never one of my best subject. He looks around a bit nervous, both at the build of the dwarf and that he is armed and no where Martigan can run to. I believe there has been an error, I'm not supposed to be here, If you could kindly point me to the nearest exit, I wish to return from whence I came..... please. His eyes dart around looking for an exit should this turn ugly. |
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"[B]Is this heaven? Did someone teleport me here to save me?"[B]
Devin carefully examines the statues, taking a closer look at the eyes and mouths. Something is not quite normal here, but this is clearly not a normal place anyway. He ignores the figure running up the staircase for the moment...there will be time to go up after he is certain that he has learned what he can here. He is clearly not in immediate danger-either he is already dead, and thus beyond harm, or someone is watching out for him, and would not have sent him someplace dangerous. He does not touch the statues, but does look very closely at them in the hopes of learning anything usefull. He also glances around, trying to get a feel for how far the pillars extend. |
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Devin hears a small poof and Raph suddenly appears behind him, precisely where Devin found himself. Raph is also wearing a loin cloth.
__________________Raph looks up at Devin inspecting one of the pillars. The dwarf is wearing a loin cloth, showing off his rear end to either side. It's not really a pleasant sight. They seem to both be here. Last edited by Magnai; 02-24-2011 at 08:17 PM. |
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'Am I dead... Is this what awaits us in death? I imagined light... In the least being able to lay eyes on the sun god himself...' I see Devin, but unable to speak for a moment. 'Devin? I must be dead...' I step forward a bit towards Devin. "Devin? Is that you?" I approach slowly to the pillar he is inspecting. I slowly place a hand on his shoulder. "Come. Someone is waiting for us." I walk towards the stairs, waiting for Devin to follow. 'Pelor... guide us well. And care for the others in their fight. Should they fall as well, let their end come swift and painless.' I start walking strongly. No fear resides in my step. As I walk through the darkness, no evil shall I fear. Sure as the morning sun breaks the shadow of the night, Pelor shall guide my step through the unseen valleys and deliver me to the divine realm of which he reigns."
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