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04-06-2010, 09:14 PM
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http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=10764 Not sure whether I need to post it as I already did but here you go. http://rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=10766 I still need to pick out my spells themselves, and a handful of pieces of equipment. Is my lovable Goblin Berzerker Cohort ready? This is the Underdark... if you're suppsed to in Villinette... Just checking back in. Dashz: make your sheet PUBLIC! >< doh. I was ready to start you... I thought it was. >< Doh. Last edited by lizard42069; 04-06-2010 at 09:32 PM. 
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#2
04-06-2010, 09:47 PM
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The dank smell of rotting flesh and fecal matter permeate your nose as you come into conciousness. Soon you are aware that you are in a world of complete blackness; though some of you are used to such a world. Those with darkvision are aware that they are in a room built of stone; three walls and a strong-looking iron gate make up your room. The gate is shut, chained and locked with a masterwork padlock. There are no benches or place to rest here, simply the stone floor. Piles of refuse fill the coners of this cell. Things are still and quiet asside from the occasional skittering of tiny vermin and the slow and methodical drip of water. You with darkvision can see that there is a hall beyond your cell, a drip of water splashing down into the middle of this hall for some time long forgotten, the water runs haphazardly into the cells; every so once in a while granting you the life giving blessing of water. How long you have been here is unknown, yet your head hurts and you feel as if you have not eaten for days.
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04-07-2010, 01:05 AM
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Narraia slowly felt consciousness seep into her mind as she awoke from what she assumed was a peaceful slumber. She stretched while still in a dreamy state, oblivious to the world around her. She felt her unusually long claws scratch at stone, and she suddenly realized she was not in a place she normally slept. In mid-stretch, she opened her eyes to find that she could see absolutely nothing. The smell of death, feces, and decay assaulted her nose with extreme intensity while her head throbbed in pain. Adrenaline pumped in her veins as she felt a slight edge of fear touch her mind. Her tail quivered at her slight feeling of fear, and she felt somewhat sick from the smell, hunger, and thirst that she was experiencing, recovering only after setting a hand to the floor. Straining her senses, she tried to see or hear anything that might tell her of where she was. "Where am I," she thought to herself, "and why can't I see anything? Have I gone blind?"
She carefully stood and felt around in the dark, moving slow enough to react to anything that she might run into or fall down. Finally, she found a cold stone wall not unlike the floor she now stood upon. She traced the wall around the room, stepping on something in one of the corners and thinking, "Eww." She heard the dripping of water come from in front of her as she felt her way along the opposite wall she had originally touched. Going towards the dripping sound, Narraia felt a metal gate barring her way. Upon blind inspection, she found a chain and lock holding her in. She suddenly realized that she was not wearing her harness, bag, or silk clothes, but was instead wearing a very rough set of clothing. The clothing scraped and pulled her fur, so she removed them, setting them next to the iron gate in the event that she needed them. Coming back to her current problem, she felt the distance between the bars to see if she could slip through them in her current form or one of her animal forms. In Elven she speaks aloud, "What did I do this time?" Last edited by Feirnon; 04-07-2010 at 09:39 PM.
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04-07-2010, 01:11 AM
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The feeling of the cold cell was unsettling to Felnair. His body seemed beaten and broken.
Where am I? Why am I Here? The thoughts rang through his head like the pain that was in his stomach. Something seemed amiss. With a brisk motion, after attempting to re-poise himself, Felnair makes a move to the padlocked door, to try and assess where he is and if he can break himself out. Last edited by Dashz; 04-07-2010 at 01:13 AM. Reason: Cell Question
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#5
04-07-2010, 10:23 AM
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Narraia pushed against the bars, attempting to get through. She tried three times to get through the bars, but even her dexterous feline body couldn't slip through. Sighing, she sat down before the iron gate in contemplation of how she could possibly get out of the stone room. Her tail slowly swayed back and forth, going through possible ideas. "Mhrrr....My things are gone, so I can't use the oil or lock-picking tools I had. Hrrr..." She sat for several minutes thinking of what she could do when an idea hit her as she heard the skittering of nearby vermin. Jumping up she said aloud, "But of course! What a perrrfect idea. Why didn't I think if this beforrre?" She relaxed her muscles and concentrated on the form of a bat. A moment later, she was standing on the floor before the gate in the form of a very small bat. She then crawled towards the gate in bat form, attempting to get through the bars once again.
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04-07-2010, 10:56 AM
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As Felnair moved to the barred gate, he paused in order to further take in his suroundings. With his keen ears, he attempted to make out even the feigntest of noises. After pausing for a moment and collecting up what meager strength he had left, he then made to bend the bars with his sheer determination and will alone. Striking up a position to brace himself against the wall, he grabbed the weakest or frailest looking bar with both hands and pulled as hard as he could.
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#7
04-07-2010, 11:32 AM
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To no surprise, Felnair's strength failed him in his endeavor. However with the sound of someone close by, he decided to prepare himself for the worst. He was not going to go down like this.
My time has not yet come With his concentration intact, he began his chant in elvish: Shatter nindol xuil l' orn d' Lolth With this single utterance came a Mighty sound, and the hope that it might weaken or even break the barred entry to this forsaken cell. Last edited by Dashz; 04-07-2010 at 11:32 AM.
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#8
04-07-2010, 07:14 PM
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The dark assales Phae's eyes for a moment as they adjust to the darkness, stretching his neck from laying on the hard stone he moves to the bars and peers through. His stomach rumbles in protest at the lack of food but Phae pushes the pain to the back of his mind. A smile crosses his lips as he thinks to himself, hmm the slaver being turned into a slave, interesting turn of events....i wonder what will happen next.
4 points starvation damage Last edited by Lerik; 04-07-2010 at 07:15 PM.
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04-07-2010, 07:23 PM
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Having escaped the confines of the stone room she had once been in, Narraia slowly flew down the corridor using her new sonar abilities to find her way. A strategy formed in her mind for how to escape the unknown darkness she woke up in, "I think I'll stay a bat for now; at least this way I can hear my way along. What's more, possible enemies will likely ignore me if they let other vermin go around unchecked."
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#10
04-07-2010, 07:24 PM
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A great ringing noise errupts from the middle south cell and then, nothing happens. The bars in front of Felnair vibrate for a moment and then go quiet. Not a moment later the large wooden door to the west swings open and slams against Phae's cell. Two heavily armed drow stand there and one shouts in drow, "If you do not stop this futile noise your lives will end much quicker!"
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#11
04-07-2010, 08:55 PM
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Updated Battlemap
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#12
04-07-2010, 09:05 PM
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Narraia suddenly hears an earsplitting sound from one of the cells in the room she can now "see" with her ears. A moment later, a door at the end of the corridor opens up and two figures stand there, indistinguishable with sound alone, while one shouts to the room at large for them to be quiet. Narraia flies straight back to the cell she just left and rests on the ground inside, avoiding the figures' notice. She waits for the figures to leave again.
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04-07-2010, 09:18 PM
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"Enh shut up you welch." The guard in front of Phae's door says after striking the door with a spear.
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