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03-11-2012, 08:45 PM
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The elven hunters send a flurry of arrows at the raider, hoping to find a way past the corner of the wall to wound it... 
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#32
03-12-2012, 04:30 AM
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The blast went off behind the sahuagin with a ferocious crackle, taking Although Georg missed S3, S3 was also outside the reach of the blast, being in the water (and thus at -3 squares)two of the creatures down without a chance to respond. Caerwil then slips back, but catches his heel against the step. It first misses the raider, then drops into the water below, missing the swimming sahuagin too. The raider quickly hugs the wall, which protects him from each of the hunter's arrows, and then slams the door closed once again. A splash soon afterwards suggests that he has re-entered the water.
__________________The priestly sahuagin sent another spectral fish, this time aimed at Caerwil. The bite was again 15 damage, 5 ongoing damage (save ends)vicious, and left the elf reeling in pain. Back in the Entrance Pit, Macon grabbed the amulet, then moved towards the creepy alcove. The voice continued, calling out in more desperation as she heard the response. "Over here, over here! I am a prisoner, just like you, but I have been here for much longer...I know much about our captor!" The voice seems to be coming from a sack hanging from one of the pegs. Four heads adorn the other pegs; a male shadar-kai, a male orc, a female human, and a male human. The two dwarven heads lie on the ground, but all six heads look freshly captured, as if they had been severed mere moments ago. Last edited by hvg3akaek; 03-18-2012 at 06:35 PM.
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#33
03-14-2012, 01:02 AM
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The red stripes on the armor quickly retracted, leaving it completely black. Soon after a small fairy appeared in flash of light that matched the stripes in color. She stretched her arms and legs as her wings beat as fast as a hummingbird.
__________________Then she landed on the shoulder plate of the armor. She ignored the muffled cries from the bag as Macon didn't seem interested, thus she was too. "There seems to be fighting if you follow those people who just arrived. Your wounds are not fully healed yet though, what will you do?" Her eyes looked tired, and her hair looked strangely like a lot of effort went into making it look pretty but still in disarray. Her wings abruptly stopped moving and became completely still as she waited for his response. 
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03-14-2012, 05:36 AM
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"Georg, lets pull back. Its hard to see how we can push through", says Caerwil as he heads back up the stairs to the pit room. He reaches his companion hunters and quickly says, "Stay back and keep this doorway covered. Anything comes through, shoot it", before moving around the pit to where the odd warrior still stood with what appeared to be a rare fey creature..
__________________"I heard a voice calling out from up here, what is going on?", he enquired, trying to ignore his wound.
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#35
03-14-2012, 11:41 PM
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Georg cannot argue with his elven friend, and was in fact realizing that he needed some sort of reprieve soon anyway. Following behind, the wizard tries to catch his breath and prepare himself for more battle, ever keeping a wary and watchful eye at their backs.
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03-15-2012, 12:50 AM
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Just as Macon opened his mouth to speak with the voice from the bag, he could feel Asura withdrawing from the armor. While it didn't take any effort on his part, the sensation was akin to a mother removing a blanket from a sleeping child. Not enough to wake it, but the kid could tell that something was missing and naturally groped for the wool cover afterward. The warrior, unlike a child, didn't try to grasp at the fey, but rather took off his helmet and regarded her closely.
__________________"You should warn me... one of these days I'll end up swatting you off." Quote:
Turning his head to the fey, he decided to clue her into his thoughts instead of talking out loud with her. "So, if I go help the elf, could you find out more about the voice? And perhaps even relay the fact that the thing that imprisoned it is dead if you're feeling kind. I'd hate to miss a fight, plus think that they deserve the assistance for what they did for us." As he waits for his flower creature to answer, the mountain man tucks the newly acquired pendant under his armor to keep it safer. Once that is done, he impatiently holds his helmet and maul, awaiting the keen wisdom of Asura to come out so he can decide whether to ignore it or not. - Last edited by Grogg Tree; 03-15-2012 at 12:53 AM.
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#37
03-15-2012, 01:07 AM
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Asura's wings began to beat slowly at first, but they quickly starting moving faster until they were the distinctive blur of a tiny flying creature. Her tiny body lifted off Macon's shoulder and she flew in front of Macon's face. Brushing her long hair out of her own face, Asura acknowledged his inquiry.
__________________"If that's what you want Macon." The pixie clearly wasn't amused with doing "work", but she felt compelled to listen to Macon as usual. Without further dialogue she streaked over to the bag. With a flash of light the bag fell from the hook and crashed to the ground. Asura took one end of the broken rope and flew away with it, opening up the bag for free escape. When it was dragged completely out she returned to hover in the air over the bag. Sparkling teal dust fell from her wings, diminishing and vanishing a few inches below her as she awaited the captive.
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03-15-2012, 01:22 AM
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As the fey went about and began to do as he had asked of her, the goliath did something that most would find strange, yet totally natural with the creature... he blew her a kiss. Granted, this was intended for his friend's cheek, but the casual observer couldn't tell that. All they saw was a gesture that most feel compelled to give to the fey when they have fallen under their 'spell'. Stay safe and come back home when you want...
__________________Turning to the man waiting in the edge of the door, the large, fierce combatant smiled and began to walk that way. "Let me help you clear a path." Macon pulls his helmet on and adjusts it so the visor will allow him to see clearly while maneuvering around the pit. Once he gets to the doorway with the others, he simply informs Georg and Caerwil to tell him when to go as he grips the hammer in a determined manner. "Tell me when and we'll take the fight to them!" - Last edited by Grogg Tree; 03-15-2012 at 01:23 AM.
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#39
03-18-2012, 08:13 PM
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The few remaining Sahuagins within the room did not open the door again. Their numbers cut, they seemed to retreat and care for their wounded.
__________________As Caerwil's wound continued to bleed, Macon let the others know he was eager to return to the fight; Georg, however, seemed happy to remain here a while. Caerwil watched the newly revealed pixie playing with the overly large bag, causing a single object to roll out. The object, which looks like another head (albeit, one made from stone), is easily recognisable by Asura and Georg as a thing of great magical power. To the others, it simply looks like a petrified elf head. As it rolls from the bag, it continues to speak. "Yes, yes! Thankyou! Please, help me, and I will in turn help you. Together, we may be able to escape this place!"
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#40
03-18-2012, 08:45 PM
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Asura's wings slowed down to the point that mortal eyes could discern different frames of movement as she lowered herself down to the ground in front of the head. It had fallen in such a way that it looked like a man had fallen through the floor and caught on his head. Once she landed Asura hugged her knees to her chest and studied the magically endowed statue head.
__________________She let the magic stone speak it's piece, and then stew briefly before she responded. "What sort of help are you offering?"
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#41
03-18-2012, 11:20 PM
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Georg's black hood hangs low over his eyes again, revealing only his bushy grizzled beard at the bottom. His plain black clothes are wet with blood in multiple place. As the rush of the fight seems to die down, the usually cautious wizard begins to feel that a bit of caution may be in order. "We should take a moment to prepare for more fighting," he addresses Caerwil in his terse way. His covered eyes then snap to the talking stone, glaring mistrust from within. After a few moments of silence he looks quickly at the palm of his hand before scratching vigorously at the aforementioned beard.
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#42
03-22-2012, 08:49 PM
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The three hunters carefully block the door to allow everyone time to rest, but it does not seem necessary - the sahuagin are apparently also recovering from their injuries.
__________________Upon closer inspection, the magical stone head was more of a magically preserved real head; and much to Asura's disgust, it appeared to be an eladrin woman who once wore the head. "Information, mainly", the head spoke. "In this form, I can't really get around much, but I have heard, I have seen; I know." Awkwardly left on her side, the head continued. "“You have been drawn into this prison by its most celebrated inmate: Karavakos, the would-be king and conqueror.” That was a name Asura recognised only too well! Many were the tales, the bedtime stories, of Karavakos, the tiefling wizard who had tried to rule all of Nerath! He had made terrible pacts with foul creatures, and won control of legions of devils, who marched before him and conquered much of the known world...until he reached Vailin, and the Feywild. There, his demon minions could not stand against the fey defenders, and the demons came to collect - on Karavakos himself. He was imprisoned, never to see his conquered lands again, or wage war against another nation. "The only way to escape is to destroy that most-hated wizard. But to accomplish such a task, folk like you will need my knowledge, which I will happily share, should you take me with you.” The head's words seemed to be genuine, and from what Asura could tell, her story matched the stories of old. Not only that, but the head lying before them radiated powerful magic (much like the stone Macon picked off the ettin). Power could be drawn from it to bring around useful effects to the that is, the head is a magic item  That talks  wielder.Last edited by Grogg Tree; 03-27-2012 at 02:33 AM.
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#43
03-23-2012, 08:43 PM
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Asura continued to sit in front of the sideways head. Her wings fired up every so often to keep them nimble but she kept to the floor. "I see. Karavakos has many crimes against this world to answer for. I have no doubt these people will want to see him put to rest. With his demonic forces so utterly devastated how is it that this evil has come to power once more?"
__________________The pixie wasn't in any particular hurry. The others would probably discuss names and plans soon if Macon didn't break down the door anyways. Last edited by Sakure; 03-23-2012 at 08:44 PM.
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03-24-2012, 10:52 PM
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03-25-2012, 08:57 PM
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Caerwil nods with Georg's assessment of the situation, "Yes, we cannot linger here. If destroying the wizard will allow us to leave, then it is what we must do. There is still the matter of finding our companion Kaestra and her sister."
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