Game Thread A Lament of Hunger - Page 14

Colatine · #**196** 06-03-2008, 12:20 PM

"No, but I have heard that these were elven lands long ago, the ruins and portals reminents of their culture answered Moira to Murth's enquiry. "What are those things?" she asked, pointing to the "golden balls" still fliting around.

She kneeled next to Chui, healing him, looking up to see the new arrival. "You are not too late, maybe you can heal the others." she said to the stranger without even addressing who he was.

Silent Tiger · #**197** 06-03-2008, 10:26 PM

"No, wait. Be ready to heal, but only on my word." Edwin says. He closes his eyes in concentration. He brings forth the power usually reserved to turn the undead, a well of positive energy gleaned from the very gods themselves. He feels it welling up, threatening to overwhelm his carefully constructed cage of willpower. Relying upon his years of specialized training under his master, Edwin carefully manipulates the power. Subtly the power changes form. The positive energy slowly diffuses outward in an aura similar to when other priests turn undead. This time, the energy flows outward, surrounding the other living beings in a warm aura of shifting light. Their very shadows grown more distinct as the light grows stronger around them. Their souls become bolstered and makes them more receptive to what is about to come...

"Cast your healing now." Edwin commands those who were holding their healing spells. In the same instance he once again taps into the infinite energy from beyond the material plane. The surrounding darkness gathers to his will, transforming into a bright distinction. The power diffuses into the other beings, the conduit he opened which empowered surrounding healing energies.

[Edwin is using Sacred Boost to empower all healing spells for the next round. He is then using his War Priest ability to cast a Mass Cure Light Wounds. 5 people can now receive 13 points of healing... first come, first served]

UncaJJ · #**198** 06-03-2008, 11:51 PM

Eberk retrieves his axe and watches the... thing fly back into the great hole in the ground. Partially ignoring the command to let her go, the dwarf examines the dirt and stone that was pushed up by the ghoul worm as well as what he can of the re-killed corpses of his kin and their allies to see what he can intuit from them.

Concentrating on what he sees, he misses the conversations regarding healing.

NorthWindSpirit · #**199** 06-04-2008, 05:31 AM

Mmm mphmmph mm mmmmhh mmph phmmmph*

* Can someone un-paralyse me please?

Ithamar · #**200** 06-04-2008, 01:26 PM

At the mention of healing, Murth sneakily sidles up to Edwin and partakes of the curative energies provided by the cleric. Still scratching the odd sore spot on the back of his neck, the skulk mutters something to the effect that the healing should've taken care of that...

Dondero · #**201** 06-04-2008, 05:51 PM

His shadow magic gradually wearing off, Thoon slowly becomes visible again. Uncomfortable about feeling exposed and being out in the open, Thoon makes his way over to the wormhole, and standing a safe distance away, peers intently into what could, under other circumstances, have been the scene of his death.

Aware that the priests are carrying out their blessings and healings, Thoon distances himself from their effects, not requiring the use of any restorative magic.

Colatine · #**202** 06-05-2008, 10:26 AM

Moira steps to the prone form of Al; calling on her divine patron. Al Chemba feels the paralysis wear off. She also restores any to the others. She looks at the new man that had appeared. "Who are you?" she asked the priest. "Can you help?"

NorthWindSpirit · #**203** 06-05-2008, 11:18 AM

Al shakes himself down and looks about, a vaguely disconsolate look on his face. He looks down at the bone bow in his hands, and then at his shoulder where until recently the Bow of Challessir had hung. A bow for a bow, hu muses, but that leaves me without a staff. Still, I imagine something else will serve as well. And something tells me we'll meet the dead girl again. I wonder if she will consider this a good swap?

He looks about for Mashin while Moira talks to the new arrival, and on seeing the diviner walks over, looking at the Lumen with what might be a slight smile on his lips. Now there's a staff... but no, I doubt that is quite what I need.

Mash, he calls as he approaches. I got her bow... but she got mine in return. What can you and your walking stick there tell me about this? He holds up the ghoul's weapon, stepping lightly through the twisted bodies lying round about.

Colatine · #**204** 06-05-2008, 11:25 AM

The Staff hums as it is passed over the bow. "This is a mighty weapon indeed, lovingly crafted, it seems. It has powerful enchantments that make is a prodigious weapon for those who hunt. I have heard of this bow, it is crafted to hunt humans, named SoulKiller."

mechanics+4 mighty bone longbow of hunting (14 str) (doubles bonuses vs chosen enemy, +4 to hit, +6 to dmg)

Colatine · #**205** 06-05-2008, 11:57 AM

The Inheritors stand in triumphant silence around the smoking bodies of almost 200 ghouls. Someone whistles softly, a rising tone of impressed admiration. The fires continue to burn, spewing smouldering ash and smoke across the horizon. Everyone takes a big sigh of relief.

The moment is broken by the sound of applause from behind them. Everyone spins, expecting the worse and raising their weapons. Instead of evil undead they see a group of people standing at the base of the hill, looking up at them excitedly. There's a dwarven woman, several bodyguards, some clerks and a servant or two. The dwarf is wearing cloth of gold decorated with lace and silk, jeweled chains adorning her slight beard, and she's leading the applause by clapping her silk-gloved hands. Standing apart from the group is a dashing man in leather pants with a red sash tied to his waist and a short sword strapped to his belt- the odd thing about him being the strange black wings sprouting from his back.

**TeufelHeunden** · #**206** 06-05-2008, 01:18 PM

Rising with a bolt Chui brings himself up and sits on his haunches as Moria’s healing brings him back to consciousness. He swings his sword around towards where the elf had been standing, but she is no longer there. Weakness overcomes him as he lets his arm and sword fall listlessly to the ground by his side. Turning to Moria, ”What happened did we defeat her?” Looking around the battlefield he sees the fallen ghoul dwarfs and the smoldering remnants of the battle and is satisfied that at least the battle seems over. After a couple of moments he regains his composure and like and old man suffering from years of working in the fields he uses his hands and sword to help himself to his feet.

Sheathing his swords he walks over to the gathering group to find out what happened but before he can say anything, he hears the applause from behind him and turns to see the menagerie of characters on the hill.

”And just who might you be?” he queries.

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Gath · #**207** 06-05-2008, 01:32 PM

With a slight bend in the knees followed by a more pronounced extension of the legs, the man in black leather with the red sash flaps his wings a few times and takes to the air briefly, landing just a few feet beyond Chui. Once he lands from his short hop in the air, he folds his black feathered wings behind his back somewhat surreptitiously. With a slight bow of his head and a bend in the knees, he spreads out one hand to his side in some manner of courtly formality and then rights himself. "My name is Digo, and I am here to speak with someone by the name of Thoon. Do you know where I might find such an individual? I was told I would be able to find him here..."

Upon closer inspection, his appearance becomes more clear. He is dessed in leather pants with a red sash tied to his waist and a short sword strapped to his belt. A glint of a finely woven chain shirt peeks out from beneath his leather vest and overcoat. His shoulder length black hair is tied back in a leather thong and a red bandanna that compliments his striking green eyes. His face is angular and stark but ultimately unremarkable. His most notable feature is the long coil of spiked chain that is wrapped neatly around his torso. Not to mention the wings folded behind his back...

Colatine · #**208** 06-05-2008, 02:58 PM

Eberk continues to study the ground; his keen dwarven eyesight senses movement deep in the makeshift tunnel.

UncaJJ · #**209** 06-05-2008, 03:20 PM

Eberk feels Edwin's healing wash over him as he continues to move slowly down the pit, followed by the feel of strength flowing back as Moira restores him. He tightens his grip on his waraxes as he hears the smattering of applause followed by the sound of conversation above hime. Hissing softly to himself at all the noise, he suddenly becomes silent as he spies movement deep in the tunnel.

Turning to call softly up the slope, the fighter just misses the sight of the winged one landing. "OY! Don't congratulate yourselves just yet! There's still movement down here!" He has no idea that others have approached the group...

Turning back, Eberk picks his way past boulders and disembodied ghoul limbs as he focuses his senses on the tunnel.

Dondero · #**210** 06-05-2008, 03:35 PM

Stepping back from the edge of the chasm that had been created by the undead horror, Thoon watches Eberk studying it intently. Unsure as to whether to assist the dwarf with a spell of illumination, Thoon’s attention is momentarily distracted by Chui’s recovery. Moving gracefully and quietly over to him, Thoon smiles, Good to have you back, Chui. No, we didn’t defeat her, and I have a feeling she’ll be back for round two soon enough.

Being closer to Moira felt good, although Thoon had to restrain Eclipse, who still hadn’t forgiven the healer for disrespecting her master. Thoon sighed, Torn between two females, as his thoughts are interrupted once again by another newcomer, Where were these people when we needed them? he wondered. Peering around the side of Chui at the stranger, Thoon blinks in surprise at hearing his name mentioned.

Instinctively, Thoon cowers behind Chui, wishing he was still concealed in his shadow spell. Quickly stealing another peek at the winged stranger, Thoon takes a deep breath and emerges from Chui’s shadow.

I hear that this Thoon you speak of is a master of shadow magic, a great wielder of powerful mysteries, a feared and formidable spellcaster. Who would dare seek such an audience? He looks around at the others hoping they wouldn’t blow his cover. Realising the futility of his pretence, however, especially given his black robes, cowl and owl familiar, Thoon shrugs Yeah, ok, I’m Thoon. Do I know you?

Hurriedly moving back to stand beside Chui, Thoon gives Digo an appraising look, wondering what this is all about. Muttering, Easy, Chui, Thoon tries to convey the impression to Digo that one wrong word or move from him and he's leopard food.