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03-24-2012, 08:45 PM
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"The Astral Sea?" Lad wonders aloud in a whisper before gazing down at Denek. Now on the threshold of their adventure, Lad is filled with a sudden fear that he might not see the old man again. Control, he thinks to himself, willing a look of confidant determination onto his face. Lad kneels before Denek and takes his hand, gazing into his face. He opens his mouth, but finding he has no words he merely purses his lips, nods, and gives Denek's hand a firm squeeze. After several moments, Lad rises to his feet. Control, he thinks once more. He nods to Zeniar and carefully draws out his staff, clutching it firmly in his hands. |
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#47
03-25-2012, 05:15 AM
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As Zinn toppled over Orsik, she could only let out a sharp yelp as she barely steadies herself, turning to see the poor dwarf lying on the floor uttering an apology. Zinn grins, suddenly alive with energy she didn't know she had, extending her quarterstaff to Orsik to help lift him to to his feet. With that done, she could only turn to the portal she'd neglected to glance at, her eyes widening. She could feel her heart leap within her chest as she slowly approached it, looking to Master Denek with a sudden shift of her focus. She moves up to him, embracing him tightly.
"I love you, Master. I'll bring them back safe. We'll all see you again, I promise. I love you!" she proclaims loudly. She expects tears to well from her eyes, but none seem to come, and she approaches the portal tentatively, reaching out to touch it. |
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#48
03-25-2012, 08:35 PM
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Orsik accepted the extended staff and came up to his feet, not bothering to dust himself off and followed Zinn and Lad back towards the portal. It was a sight to behold and now that everyone was gathered, he swore he could feel the energy radiating off of it. He quickly took stock of the provisions he had gathered and made sure that he had everything he would need and then grabbed up his club again and got a feel for it in his hands.
Looking to Denek, he felt foolish in asking, "Afore we go, wid ye lik ta give us any advice?" |
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#49
03-26-2012, 04:50 PM
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Denek smiles at each of you through your goodbyes, squeezing a hand here and giving a hug there. "You all look so... Grown up. I wish I could grab my armor and hammer and run off with you but these old bones couldn't hold up a set of armor anymore." He stands up and positions himself next to the portal. [B]"Advice? Don't try and fight everything you see! That's the mistake most young adventurers make. Every fight you avoid adds ten years to your life. Definitely don't try to fight the Aspect! She was delirious when I last saw her but it isn't her fault, children. Try to reason with her and bring her back to reality."
He motions you all forward, "I love all of you so much. Whatever you do, come back to me! I can only hold the portal for 24 hours at a time and I don't want you to get stuck. If you can't convince the Aspect to leave or if you run into an enemy that's too strong, run away! I will be here waiting for you!" He watches as you all step through the portal, an unmistakable longing in his eyes.  You step through the portal and you’re violently thrown onto the stony ground of what appears to be an island floating in a storm. Cold winds and rain whip around you, and flashes of lightning and peals of thunder explode all over the gray skies. When you get up, you notice a large, ruined temple taking up half of the surface area of the island. In the distance, you also make out the remnants of a beached sailing ship. A few tents are set near it, and a group of miserable-looking humanoids are huddling together around a smoldering pit. Through the wind and thunder, you hear occasional hints of other sounds. One seems like uncontrollable, high-pitched weeping. Another is a deep, resonating voice barking orders. Last edited by Troy; 03-26-2012 at 06:16 PM. |
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#50
03-26-2012, 06:49 PM
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Zeniar stepping pass the portal, he can feel the change in scenery, no more that old smell of the room and now the open doors, he starts to think of what Master Denek said, "we must hurry 24 hours is not long, we need to find the aspects and talk to them, so we must start heading to the temple"
Starting to head in the direction of the Temple, he make a bit of haste to lead the group, "Ill go ahead in case something shows up, ill let everyone know if something happens" |
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#51
03-27-2012, 01:19 AM
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Lad is disoriented and confused upon emerging from the portal, but a hiss and urgent movement coming from inside his backpack leads him to unsling the pack and set it down before doing anything else. As soon as Lad opens the backpack just slightly, a small black cat hops out onto the ground and bolts for shelter, eager to escape the rain. "Mangy!" Lad whispers after it, but the feline had zipped too far ahead. Lad looks about and crouches down instinctively as soon as he spots the beached ship and what he assumes to be its marooned crew.
As soon as Zeniar starts speaking, Lad shoots him an urgent look and puts his finger to his lips--although the weather helps to obscure their presence, Lad is nervous about attracting any attention. While Zeniar starts moving away, Lad crouches down lower to observe the individuals and their campsite. Propping his staff in the crook of his elbow to shield his eyes from the rain with both hands, he strains his ears to hear whatever he can despite the thunder and wind. He narrows his eyes, trying to judge how many there are and whether they have weapons before cautiously following after Zeniar. |
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#52
03-27-2012, 02:37 AM
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As soon as Orsik had stepped through the portal, he was sure that Dwarves were never designed for inter-dimensional portal travel. He hit the ground hard, heaving what little he had eaten for breakfast all over the stony ground. The smell is rank, the colors vaguely reminiscent of portage. Glad to have solid ground under his feet again, Orsik wiped the vomit from his facial hair, swearing bitterly. Coming to his feet he
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Not wanting to be left behind, Orsik scoots after Zeniar. I wonder where this kid is going? I swear he’s going to be the death of me, running off without even talking to the rest of us. Last edited by Raist; 03-27-2012 at 02:38 AM. |
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#53
03-28-2012, 02:50 AM
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Zinn attempts her best to ignore Orsik's vomiting, herself awfully close to losing her nerve after the churning sensation of stepping through the portal, when suddenly she realizes the others are forging ahead. She hisses after the group, trying for a mix between keeping her voice low, yet audible and angry. "Guys, stop! We needa talk about this! You can't just run off! Stop! These people might be dangerous!" she hurries after them a short distance, shivering as the cold of the island starts to seep through her skin, before coming to a complete stop. She desperately hopes the others will come back, as glances towards the group of humanoids, and the sound of the deep authoritative voice. After a time, she decides that's where they should be heading, not merely rushing up to the temple. Dropping low, Zinn begins crawling her way towards the encampment, trying her best to remain unseen.
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#54
03-28-2012, 05:11 PM
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As Zinn moves off by herself towards the humanoids huddled around what used to be a fire, thunder shakes the island and Zeniar finds himself seated on the ground. The others catch up with him, much to their relief, but they can barely see the young half-elf woman through the rain and darkness.
As Zinn approaches the huddled figures, none of them move. They all seem too interested in a hushed discussion about a "Prince of Storms" and some amulet he hopes to find. She looks back and notices that her brothers are a bit behind her and she hesitates before moving on. Last edited by Troy; 03-28-2012 at 05:14 PM. |
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#55
03-28-2012, 05:59 PM
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Zeniar shaking off the thunder that just struck the earth under his feet, "That was a strong one, Avandra must not be too pleased right now"
Saying this he turns and watches the group stick close to him many still recovering from the travel, "ok lets take a moment to catch our breath, its going to be a difficult task, so we must be on top shape." He starts a head count to see that everyone is ok, Well thats 1 2 .. wait where is Zinn "Where is Zinn anyone has seeing her? where did she go, towards the tents where those humanoids are?" letting a bit breath go out that girl is going to be the death of me, "OK gather everything once again and lets get going we need to find her" |
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#56
03-28-2012, 07:04 PM
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Lad frowns and peers in the direction that his cat had run off in, then turns his head toward Zinn. Helping Zeniar to his feet, he leans forward with a look of concern and speaks into the dragonborn's ear, "She went to stalk out that campsite."
Lad squints toward the individuals huddled around the smouldering pit once more. "They look a bit like the angels, but without those magnificent..." Lad trails off as something suddenly clicks in his mind, "...wings." Lad's mouth drops open as he recalls his dream, and he turns to gaze wide-eyed and slack-jawed at Zeniar and Orsik in turn. Maybe they're not as hostile as I thought, Lad wonders, as he turned to face the strange group once more. "C'mon," Lad says as he starts walking toward Zinn without pausing to see if the others were following. Last edited by TheNewGuy; 03-28-2012 at 07:05 PM. |
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03-29-2012, 02:58 AM
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Orsik nodded at Lad, glad he had the sense to not let Zinn go off on her own, "Aye Lad, yer righ' aboot that." He tried not to get too lost in thought, but he really had to agree with Lad's assessment that the men reminded him of the angels. Not that that was truly possible, and if it was, he hoped they'd be nice enough to use the flat of the blade again, or they were in real trouble.
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03-29-2012, 05:24 AM
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Zinn slips behind one of the tents and tries to listen but the thunder drowns out most of what's being said. The rest of The Orphans quietly follow and from their vantage point they can see that there are six of the figures sitting around the fire, one clearly in charge with his hood thrown back. The robes match the ones the Angels were wearing in the dreams but the face revealed by the lack of a hood startles the children. Half decayed, slack ashen skin drooping from it's jaw, one eye missing, and patches of grimy hair on it's head make it look anything but Angelic. The other figures all seem to be listening to the gruesome visage and agreeing to whatever is being said.
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