3237 - Shrsholn - Sun Nov 18, 2001 8:06pm

The remaining gremlin's attack is worth a mere 16 point total, while Dijani's skillful and powerful strikes total 37, knocking the stiletto from its two hands, and splitting the varmint in twain as it is cast into the darkness.

The imposing figure has finally crawled through the narrow aperture, and stoops in the low ceilinged cellar.

Geul, Charn, and the others are slack-jawed and silent at the new figure's arrival.

It is a she -- of sorts, combining both elven and minotaur features on a solid form.
Armed with matching broadswords, she sniffs the air, peers into the darkened areas, and ...

[--insert Elise monolgue here--]

3238 - Shrsholn - Sun Nov 18, 2001 8:11pm

[> Dijani's Exp.: +125 pts.<]

As the Turkey Day celebrations are nearing, it is likely that there will be a lag in posting on my players' parts.

mistwalker is still AWOL, so Elise is unable to interact -- for the best I suppose, considering the break.

*** MISTWALKER where are you, _dude?_ ***

3239 - mistwalker_ - Mon Nov 19, 2001 3:41am

3240 - Shrsholn - Mon Nov 19, 2001 9:36am

[p.s. 'Hiatus']

3241 - mistwalker_ - Mon Nov 19, 2001 10:26am

"The only thing I want from gremlins is their death or their absense. Either will do. What I want from you is a place to rest for my employer and her group and information. Consider it payment for keeping the pirates from reaching here."

3242 - Shrsholn - Mon Nov 19, 2001 7:25pm

3243 - Shrsholn - Mon Nov 19, 2001 7:30pm

The troll with axe in hand
striding forth to meet the man
upon which day they both had planned
each other to make an end

"Krush! Krush! I will! To bloody pulp, and ever still
-- no mortal shall this bridge 'ere pass
-- no man, no crone, no kin, no lass!"

Steely stood the man withdrawn
Across his face splashed rays of dawn
Smiling lips so slightly shown
Swordless, he prepared his brawn

The troll rushed forth, and in hot anger
near his blows the man din't linger
for minutes the two danced round
the din of split timbers and of crashing sound

Huffing like a skewered steer
the troll himself began to fear
exhausted now as he was
he hadn't managed to spill some blood

With rays of light shining down
piercing hagen's leafy crown
the troll began to slow and languor
aflood with fear, sorrow, and anger

"Alas you brute
-- thy strength for naught
-- for thy weakness thou forgot
That spidery spin the rays of noon
from the brightness of dawn's womb
to that state of sorry dread
thou art encased in sheets of lead"

And there he left his foe
a chiseled ear, and a scattered toe
so that upon the rays soft dimming
that the troll not be
left
living

3244 - mistwalker_ - Mon Nov 19, 2001 7:41pm

3245 - Shrsholn - Mon Nov 19, 2001 10:06pm

3269 - dijani_k - Mon Nov 26, 2001 10:01am

3273 - Shrsholn - Mon Nov 26, 2001 5:28pm

Right then, Escemine steps through, "Hello."
"Um, Elise, what's the hold up?"

3292 - throst54 - Fri Nov 30, 2001 6:22pm

--Throst

3294 - Shrsholn - Fri Nov 30, 2001 9:49pm

3303 - mistwalker_ - Sun Dec 2, 2001 10:56pm

"We require a place to rest and information. Neither will cost you more than you have already lost. And if you are attacked while we are here we will have reason to deal with the attackers. But I will have my bounty regardless!"

3304 - mistwalker_ - Sun Dec 2, 2001 11:01pm

3306 - Shrsholn - Sun Dec 2, 2001 11:26pm

One of the skels follows, the other shores up the gap in the wall with its presence.

Thunder from the storm above resounds throughout the cellar. It is damp, cold, and smells of cat urine, blood, and mold. [SC Jhonson's new Plug-In scent]

3313 - dijani_k - Tue Dec 4, 2001 1:26pm

"As I said, I am not their leader, and a place of refuge is not mine to give. Your proposition sounds reasonable enough; I suggest you find the appropriate person with whom to speak. I will do what I can in that regard for you." And with that, she turned to one of the villagers near her and asked for their leader, or leaders, to come to speak with the newcomer.

3314 - Shrsholn - Tue Dec 4, 2001 8:57pm

"Perhaps we can leave guards below, and some good fighters upstairs too...?" he then asks.

3334 - mistwalker_ - Mon Dec 10, 2001 2:29am

3352 - Shrsholn - Thu Dec 13, 2001 5:57pm

-Shrsh'

3353 - titania_the_kickbutt_fairy - Thu Dec 13, 2001 6:08pm

3356 - mistwalker_ - Fri Dec 14, 2001 1:04am

3357 - Shrsholn - Fri Dec 14, 2001 9:00am

The group packs up their gear and heads back up to the hovel proper. The rest of the 'Hands' crew makes its way up as well.

Packed like mean sardines in a tin, the destruction wrought by the battering ram, and the subsequent route of the fleeing gremlins makes maneuvering in the confined space -- difficult -- at best.

The ogre zombie has been stored in the cellar, and one skel as well. The other is stationed outside, at the former doorway.

*** What do you do? ***

3358 - dijani_k - Fri Dec 14, 2001 5:53pm

3359 - Shrsholn - Sat Dec 15, 2001 0:14pm

[OOC: Yes, and she doesn't seem too pleased to see her either.]
"Ah the Adept has survived her rigors as well I see. Good.", Lady Silkervish says dryly.
Then,
"Let's tidy this place up a bit. Are there others in this...quaint hamlet ouf yours?", she asks of the owners.

The orc has revived somewhat -- that beastly recuperative power which oft appears in the monster races having done its work.

Escemine is tending to her own wounds, as well as sewing the damage to her leather armor.

Silthis is resting, recovering her strength.

Larshes'ke is sitting on the table she scooted over to the window which she is now looking out with careful attention.

The storm still bellows overhead, pelting the thatch roof with fist sized chunks of hail, tempests of winds battering the daubwattle hut, threatening to sweep it away.
Rain is pooling inside, and it will soon begin to overflow into the cellar.
Red lightning strokes concentrate on a tower anex to the wizard's manor.

Kellis sits motionless in a chair against the wall, and hasn't touched his soup. He looks pallid.

Lady Silkervish sits regally on a three leged stool, her left thigh draped over her right. Her torn skirt grossly immodest. Clad in black lace and black leather, this priestess of the Death Goddess remain unshaken...if a bit rough handled.

One glossy black skeleton warrior wielding a black scimitar, and ridiculously dressed as a pirate, stands guard in the shattered doorframe.

Another skel is in the cellar, alongside an ogre zombie armed with a great double bladed axe. Rear guard.

"Well...Obviously the tunnels are the way in, but now that our presence has been betrayed...we - well, what are your suggestions? Anyone?" the Lady offers.

3373 - mistwalker_ - Tue Dec 18, 2001 6:19am

She glances over at Kellis and asks in a tone as unreadable as her helm covered face, "He's dead, isn't he?"

3376 - Shrsholn - Tue Dec 18, 2001 11:02am

"Yes. It appears so. The trauma of having been killed twice in so short a span of time caused the potion to have a rather unpleasant side effect. He seems to be undead now..." Larshes'ke replies.

There is no conversation.

Then, "I believe the storm may be unweaving the magickal essences in its area. Many of my lesser magicks are failing unless I expend far greater effort in maintaining them."

Silthis pipes up, "Yeah, I'm too pooped to pop, or do more than hop...before I have to stop."

The Orc just shakes his head at that, and leans more against the wall.

Escemine has moved over to Dijani, "Hi. My name's Escemine. The Faerychaun is Silthis. You've already met Elise and the Lady. And that's Larshes'ke, and ...um, I don't know his name..." the hobb'tess says, kind of nervously, as she brushes some hair from the side of her face. "Who are you? and, um, what's your mission been like so far?" She asks, looking around at the destroyed interior of the hovel.

BOOM!

A sun-like flare of red lightning strikes the spire of the wizard's lab, and everyone feels drained.

Elise suffers a temporary -04 to ESS.
Dijani scrapes by with only -02 to ESS.

A few of the older hovelites pass out at that draining stroke.

"We've got to reach the Wizard quickly. Soon, none of our magicks will save us!" Lady Silkervish shouts, a fresh trickle of blood issuing from her nostrils.

*** ??? ***

3378 - dijani_k - Tue Dec 18, 2001 2:37pm

[OOC: If she has an opportunity, while waiting for Lady's answer, she answers Escemine.]

"Hi. I'm Dijani. So far, I've been thwarted by hordes of gremlins sent by the wizard in combination with this storm, so it hasn't been very enlightening yet. It sounds as if you've had quite a time. Pirates, was it?"

3394 - mistwalker_ - Wed Dec 19, 2001 11:47am

"I agree, milady. Shall we abandon all attempts at subtlety and go straight for the front door in the open, or continue to try to find an alternative, more hidden route?"

3443 - Shrsholn - Sat Dec 22, 2001 10:50pm

The next few minutes are spent discussing the two plans, and finally, the concensus reached is to take the underground route, with proper tactical planning.

*** You Two should form a plan ***

3444 - Shrsholn - Sat Dec 22, 2001 10:57pm

"Yes. Pirates. First bandits, then gremlins, then pirates...and that's just since we arrived..." Escemine whispers.

The Lady and her kinswoman discuss their magickal options to the exclusion of any other tactical concerns.

The Orc looks far better with each passing of (10) minutes, and Silthis too looks as if she has recovered some of her strength.

The general tone of the peanut gallery is to take the tunnels rather than get blasted to bits by the red lightning...but the Lady's vote will ultimately determine the plan to be undertaken.

3446 - dijani_k - Mon Dec 24, 2001 0:09pm

3447 - dijani_k - Mon Dec 24, 2001 0:11pm

OOC: I will be out of town for a while for the holidays--will try to check in while away, but if I don't get the opportunity then will check in when get back on the 2nd. Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to everyone!

3448 - Shrsholn - Mon Dec 24, 2001 5:13pm

"One Skel to lead the way, and one Skel to guard it; one ogre zombie to burst forth from its midst lest any should charge it; Elise's whirling death a'reavin'; and all the while your feet where you please..."

[Propose any it shall be noted. E-mail is best for plans and such...]

:-),
-Shrsh'

3452 - mistwalker_ - Mon Dec 24, 2001 11:16pm

She looks at Lady Silkervish, peering at her through the slits in her helm. "You did not come in the way I did. What did you see of the tunnel before we met? Did you see any other entrances along the way?"

3454 - Shrsholn - Tue Dec 25, 2001 3:03pm

There is silence, then the Orc speaks up.

"The darkness was deep in the river tunnel, but there did seem to be a few old mine shafts with rotted rail-carts and their track supports a few hundred yards downstream. There may be some way through there, though I couldn't say for certain."

[* Leading the group back out the way Elise came in would emerge to a lightly wooded hill, the ridge of which was where Elise was last observing Bjolfe's house.
[* The cave entrance to the wizard's house is further than the hovel the group is currently at to the wiz'-house.
[* If a surface trip is elected the hovel is the nearer point. If a subterranean trip is mounted, the cellar leads to all points already visited as well as the tunnel which leads in the general direction of the wizard's house/lab.

-Shrsh'

3460 - mistwalker_ - Sat Dec 29, 2001 3:13am

3474 - Shrsholn - Wed Jan 2, 2002 7:57pm

[OK, tell me how its going to be done...]

3482 - dijani_k - Fri Jan 4, 2002 11:50am

3483 - mistwalker_ - Sat Jan 5, 2002 4:46am

3484 - dijani_k - Sat Jan 5, 2002 11:25am

3485 - Shrsholn - Sat Jan 5, 2002 7:32pm

***
Your quest has lead you both on an arduous journey, frought with danger and whetted with sanguine flows. Hard fought rest has now turned once again to perilous tunnel trekking to find the surface overlooking Bjolfe's lab. Sending the Skels ahead, and with the zombogre in the party's midst.
***

"I'm nearly over it already. His shots are enchanted, and bite deep. Avoid them if at all possible. I think a human would be paralyzed if struck." The Orc mentions as the group near the spot where the Black Clad Archer -- [Dijani_K's target; the rogue KIIL agent] -- first attacked.

The remains of the pirates are already attracting rats and cave crabs are skittering over the tops, fighting them off.

The tunnel which was collapsed to keep the deadly mist from further plaguing the group is now behind the group.

As the party nears the cave entrance which is the main source of all the tunnels, the booming lightning seems to be nearing a crescendo, for each stroke falls closer and closer together. The effect is deafening, but also powerfully draining once outside of the cave.

The air is whipped about with gale force, the ground looks as if is the dead of winter, the hail over four inches thick, and steaming. Miniature cyclones struggle against the powerful steady wind from the sea, briney and stinging.

"Well, this is lovely weather we're having, isn't it?" Lady Silkervish muses.

[I need your positions relative to the group and each other; weapons in hand; and shields (carried or strapped); and the path taken out of the cave. Thanks.]

3493 - dijani_k - Mon Jan 7, 2002 2:04pm

3512 - Shrsholn - Wed Jan 9, 2002 11:48pm

[Allrighty...If I don't hear from mistwalker soon, we'll go with that.]

3520 - mistwalker_ - Sun Jan 13, 2002 0:29pm

3523 - Shrsholn - Sun Jan 13, 2002 2:25pm

* Marching Order:
Skels, Orc, Elise, Zombogre, Escemine, Silthis, Dijani, Larshes'ke, and Lady Silkervish.

Emerging from the cave, Elise directs the party's attention to the ridge overlooking Bjolfe's lab.
Dijani too recognizes the ridge, though she came at it from another direction.

The arcane lightning strokes are falling closer and closer together.
The group can not hear anything but explosions and crackling electricity.

The wind is growing still around the party, as a waterspout can be seen nearing the Wizard's tower where the lightning rod is secured.
The hail has stopped as well, and only a light drizzle of rain is falling.

The ground is treacherous due to the fallen hail, and so going is slower than everyone would desire.
Silthis is perched on Escemine's shoulder.

Dijani has 03 additional ESS drained away from the storm; and Elise, is feeling very spacey -- unlike normal fatigue.
Larshes'ke and Lady Silkervish look particularly drained, and occasionally, the Lady stumbles, helped back up by her kinswoman.

The valley is a winter scene lit up by red strobes of lightning.
The tower is now just under one hundred yards distant.

A final, continuous arc of lightning homes in on the tower at the same moment that the waterspout comes ashore -- headed directly for the tower!

The Skels and Zombogre fall inert; Silthis falls from Escemine's shoulder (apparently unconscious); and Larshes'ke clutches her chest, falling face-first into the hail.

*** What do you two do? ***

3528 - dijani_k - Mon Jan 14, 2002 8:12pm

[OOC: If Dijani casts 'hocus pocus', would the object that she made a magic focus distract the magicks that are currently besetting the group to itself and away from them for a moment?]

3530 - Shrsholn - Mon Jan 14, 2002 10:04pm

>Dijani lifted Larshes'ke without much effort and turned to Lady Silkervish. "Lady, can you make it, or should we find shelter while shelter may be found? Perhaps going back in the tunnels and continuing on underground would be better?"<

Dijani is fairly certain that Larshes'ke is either already dead, or soon to die.

Lady silkervish looks rejuvenated, and has an odd look on her face as Dijani shouts silently against the deafening howl of the waterspout and continuous arc of red lightning.

Others in the party have stopped, but a panic seems to be setting in, as the tornado will certainly kill all unfortunate enough to be caught by its massive draw.

Dijani barely notices a stiletto in the Lady's right hand, but does sense that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong...

The Lady glares at Dijani, and grips a black marble or large pearl in her left hand, concentrating on it, or perhaps ready to crush it.

[There is no ESS in the area which is not automatically being syphoned into the Wizard's tower. Soon, all of the party will be unconscious as STR is rapidly drained away. Whatever Dijani (and/or Elise) plans on doing, it must be done in the next few instants...]

[No pressure folks, just bare survival, or certain doom!]

3533 - dijani_k - Tue Jan 15, 2002 10:58am

3534 - Shrsholn - Tue Jan 15, 2002 0:18pm

Dijani feints at Lady Silkervish's ample chest, then at the last moment thrusts her shortsword at...[I need a 3d roll, to which Dijani's CB of +16, and her Melee Mods are added for a total.]

[Next Round (if there is one), all combat is at 1/2 value due to the environmental effects...]

Reality seems to be melting away all around the party, and something else is replacing it...[bwahahaha!]

3535 - dijani_k - Tue Jan 15, 2002 1:19pm

OOC: Let's hope Dijani makes it to another round... :)

3536 - Shrsholn - Tue Jan 15, 2002 6:44pm

[aces!]

Dijani delivers a savage thrust into the Lady Silkervish's lower jaw, driving the tip of her shortsword into the dark-elf's brain.

A surge of arcane energy pours through her enchanted blade, and Dijani gains much mystical essence as well as being flooded with eldritch symbols and the formulae of powerful magicks.

Silkervish, taut and twitching, drops both the stiletto and the black marble.
Both fall impossibly slowly, not yet reaching the hail covered ground.

Dijani knows that the marble will transport her and the party inside the tower if concentrated upon while it is crushed.

The others are beginning to scatter for the cave...but there's no time to run, for the outer cyclonic winds seem to be tearing apart the very fabric of the cosmos -- leaving whispy strands, like frayed threads, of the old scenery to waver in the newly emerging landscape.
A star filled, inky blackness is becoming clearer beyond the fringe of this realm...

*** What then is thy course of action? ***

3539 - dijani_k - Wed Jan 16, 2002 11:46am

3540 - mistwalker_ - Wed Jan 16, 2002 0:21pm

3541 - dijani_k - Wed Jan 16, 2002 0:41pm

3542 - Shrsholn - Wed Jan 16, 2002 0:41pm

Dijani thinks of the marble disintigrating in her gloved hand, and it colapses into a heap of white ash.

The gulf of night threatening to consume the group is displaced by blue-painted stone-block walls which instantly appear.

The party, not including the Skels, Zombogre, or the Lady, finds it self in an interior location, illuminated by flameless torches.
The floor is stone block construction, and the temperature is cool, but not cold.
Except for panting and a slight groaning sound from Larshes'ke, the silence is deafening.

The Orc hunkers-down and sniffs the ground.
Escemine is attending to Silthis, who appears to be recovering.

Distant sounds, possibly underground, can barely be made out in the otherwise still environment.

[The party consists of : Dijani, Elise, Escemine, Larshes'ke, the Orc, and Silthis. I assume that Kellis stayed behind with the hovelites.]

Dijani thinks she hears a whispering voice in her mind, faint and seemingly fading with each passing second...'nooooooooooooooo!'
Healing Magicks previously unknown to her spring to mind as she looks at her battered companions -- especially Larshes'ke, who had been stabbed in the lower back.

*** What is your next coure of action? ***

3543 - Shrsholn - Wed Jan 16, 2002 0:50pm

Elise is exhausted, and can not even stand in her armor, let alone hold two bastard swords.

Lying on the cool stone floor of the silent tower, Elise can barely move, though she feels her strength slowly returning.
In addition, she has a splitting headache -- nearly migrane in intensity.

To pursue any violent couse, Elise must make a 3rd Lvl. STR SR at her current Strength of 14.

Elise can see Larshes'ke lying on her side, and the ooze of blood slowly creeping forward.

The others are not much better off -- all except for Dijani, who can still stand, and who still has her bloody shortsword in hand.

[...]

3545 - dijani_k - Wed Jan 16, 2002 3:27pm

3551 - Shrsholn - Wed Jan 16, 2002 7:34pm

The arcane energies flow through Dijani and into Larshes'ke, visibly healing the wound to no more than a scarred welt. Dijani feels that very little of her channeled essence has been consumed in the process.

Lady Silkervish's pitiful voice is now only a memory in Dijani's head...

Inside the Wizard Bjolfe's tower, the party has enough time to rest and be sped on the way to recovery before the sounds seem to draw very near.

The Orc seems to have fully recovered, and is now scouting at the only visible doorway -- a tall and wide affair whose jambs and lintels are made of an unknown bluish wood.

"I can hear voices speaking the human trade tongue. They are nearing...", he says.

3586 - Shrsholn - Sat Jan 19, 2002 6:31pm

[re-post]

The Orc seems to have fully recovered, and is now scouting at the only visible doorway -- a tall and wide affair whose jambs and lintels are made of an unknown bluish wood.

"I can hear voices speaking the human trade tongue. They are nearing...", he says.

*** Na den, was ist los? ***

3589 - dijani_k - Sun Jan 20, 2002 10:17am

3592 - Shrsholn - Sun Jan 20, 2002 3:16pm

[My bad; it is a doorway only, no door. I'll assume that she says something in line with reality...]

"It sounds like at least three folks are approaching. ... Something about 'ready to begin; no time to dawdle...' ", replies the Orc.

He sniffs at the air, and gets a bit of an angry look on his face.
"The archer is one of them. I can smell him..." he adds.

Elise is now able to stand without quaking knees, while holding aloft her broadswords.

"I'm surprised to be alive." Larshes'ke offers in general.

Escemine and Silthis are attending to her, and Silthis asks, "um...do either of you have a plan for...um...completing this mision? I mean, um, now that the Lady is dead...uh, what are we supposed to do?"

The Orc turns to Dijani and says, "Well, I for one am glad to be alive -- for however much longer. I think we should continue to hunt Trask. The Empress will still reward us if we are successful; and this Bjolfe seems too great a threat to the empire to remain unchallenged..."

He then turns his head to the left, facing the landing of the circular stairwell winding around this chamber.
He scowls, "Gremlins!"

*** Und, na den? ***

3593 - dijani_k - Sun Jan 20, 2002 5:19pm

3594 - Shrsholn - Sun Jan 20, 2002 8:11pm

The group quickly assembles itself to ambush the gremlins as the pass through, or near the doorway.
Cloaks are prepared and bludgeons are readied to catch them -- intact.

Dijani's senses seem to have taken on a heightened degree of perception, with many things seeming to have a faint aura similarly seen when she in the past would concentrate on magickal energies. Perhaps she has gained the innate ability to detect magick.

It is this feature which alerts her to the fact that at least one of the gremlins is in possession of some sort of magicked item -- the aura of intent is cold, though not malicious.

The Orc and Elise are both in agreement that the gremlins are within a few yards, Elise's hearing far better than anyone elses in the party.
"Soon...get ready." she whispers and hand signals.

A long moment seems to drag by, then --

"Hoomenzneer...", <sniff-sniff> "wrearr...grr...", <snif-sniff> -- soft growling and mreowing indicating that the gremlins seem to detect the party's spoor as well.

One leather coifed, scaley eared and malign-eyed gremlin begins to peer into the doorway from up against the cool, blue stones.

*** Dijani / Elise I need SPD SRs, please... ***

[I'd also like to thank you two(three?) for sticking with the adventure. -- Shrsh']

3597 - dijani_k - Mon Jan 21, 2002 11:45am

Dijani drew in a quick breath in preparation for the onslaught...

3598 - Shrsholn - Mon Jan 21, 2002 0:09pm

[Eek, Dijani, in T&T, getting less than a 05 on any SR means you flubbed it...sorry.]

* Round One:

The Orc, waiting for a cloak to scoop up the armored gremlin so that he can whack it, is forced to ad lib, and [rolling...] misses the critter.
Elise [rolling...] using her mancatcher pins one of the scaley creature's legs against the outer wall, but Dijani gets fouled up in the process -- but takes no hits.

The gremlin hisses a growly roar which echos loudly throughout the tower.

Escemine, apparently quite the brawler, dives to tackle the critter [rolling...] and manages to keep it from slipping out from the incomplete pin.

Silthis zips around the corner at about a yard and a half altiltude...[rolling...], and reports, "there's four total!"

*** Nicht so gut, vielleicht der naechsten ***

3599 - dijani_k - Mon Jan 21, 2002 0:24pm

IC:

Dijani recovers herself as quickly as possible and moves to take the 4th, presently uncontested by her companions.

3600 - Shrsholn - Mon Jan 21, 2002 3:16pm

Ducking under the flailing mancatcher pole wielded by Elise, Dijani dashes around the corner to intercept the rear element of the group of gremlins.

The three other gremlins are not engaged at all, and have turned tail and are already some distance down the stairwell from the landing which houses the chamber the party teleported into.

Two of the three are near enough for targeting with a buffeting melee strike. However, only one can be attacked this round.

Silthis is at Dijani's left side, apparently readying a spell, "I'll glue one!" she squeels.

3601 - dijani_k - Mon Jan 21, 2002 4:38pm

...she casts "Cloud o' Dust" on the hallway in front of the gremlins, hoping to hedge them in.

3602 - Shrsholn - Mon Jan 21, 2002 7:35pm

[Darn those renamed spells...does it choke its victims, and is it Lvl. 4 with a listed cost of 11? Let me know the link you got it from, so I can judge the situation, please...thanks.]

Silthis uses her unseelie might to bond her targeted gremlin to the stone floor. It falls onto its forepaws, which are scrabbling and scraping to propell it forward -- to no avail...

3603 - dijani_k - Mon Jan 21, 2002 9:01pm

[[This was one of a bunch of spells you collected on Dijani's character sheet (Dijanirhean Katarin.doc), if that helps you figure out where it came from. --td]]

3604 - Shrsholn - Mon Jan 21, 2002 11:30pm

[I think I pointed you to a list on your bro's site...so I'll have to check it out. Normally, that would be the Smog spell in the edition standard list. In the meanwhile, on with the show...]

The cloud envelops the three critters, and within a few seconds, they seem to be out of commission, and waylay-able, or a least grabbable.

The Orc carries two of them (on unstuck at Silthis command), and by that time Elise and Escemine have secured the leader as well.

Larshes'ke is by the doorway now, and looks much better.

~[time elapses]~

The gremlins seem torn between self-preservation by answering your group's most baisic questions; and self preservation by not revealing too much about Bjolfe & company.
However, every chance they get, they howl like banshees, likely compromising the relative security of this area.

* There are many levels to the tower, both below as well as above the ground.
* Some levels are off-limits to them.
* Some levels seem to be extra-dimension in nature.
* Bjolfe seems to be leaving the area, but the Grems don't seem to know where his destination is.
* Bjolfe has been alerted to the party's presence at least since the pirates came a-callin'.
* The Grems are not hopeful for your or their escaping his wrath...

3605 - Shrsholn - Mon Jan 21, 2002 11:51pm

[OK, I've got the same list as you...I think, so there shouldn't be any probs. in the future...]

3606 - mistwalker_ - Tue Jan 22, 2002 0:39am

IC: Every time one of them squeals it gets it's ears boxed by a plated glove. =Þ

3609 - Shrsholn - Tue Jan 22, 2002 9:58am

"Mreaw--Ow! Hiss!"

[more later]

3610 - Shrsholn - Tue Jan 22, 2002 9:54pm

[I think you may still have my old email mistwalker, for lo, I did not receive any messages...]

[OOG: Is there anything which my players want resolved or explained in the current situation before all hades breaks loose on their PCs' behinds? Now is the time to ask, or forever curse the lack...]

-Shrsholn the fired Ad-exec. <feeble laugh>

3611 - mistwalker_ - Wed Jan 23, 2002 2:51am

3612 - mistwalker_ - Wed Jan 23, 2002 2:52am

3613 - Shrsholn - Wed Jan 23, 2002 9:55am

[If I don't hear any requests for clarification, etc. by 8pm tonight (Eastern-time, tiq-toq...), I'll post the next sequence. Best of rolls to you all...]

The End is Near!

3614 - dijani_k - Wed Jan 23, 2002 10:09am

thanks! :)

3615 - Shrsholn - Wed Jan 23, 2002 2:00pm

*what are we supposed to be doing to Bjolfe again?

<= Dijani was dispatched by the Khazan Internal Intelligence Legion (KIIL) of which she is a special field agent (with a lot of autonomy) to track down and capture (or bring back proof of the death of) renegade KIIL agent Willim Dritauge -- the Black Clad Archer -- who is apparently in coohoots with...

<= Spurlious Trask, infamous leader of the Nightshade Gang -- who apparently stole some goodies from the Imperial Treasury, through unknown means, and who is generally wanted alive to be thrown into the Arena. It had been determined that the Nightshade Gang had been responsible for defacing several murals, etc. of Lero'trahh (the death goddess) recently throughout the Empire, and a bounty had been put on them (the primary hand of a member would net 500 GP each -- giving rise to the title of the game).

<= Renegade Guild Wizard, Bjolfe, had been long suspected of being the patron of Trask, but it was not until certain (undisclosed) evidence surfaced that the connection was made.

<= The three of them are here. The tower is Bjolfe's, Dritauge has been seen by the party, and Trask was tracked here by Elise -- commissioned to capture Trask alive for afore mentioned entertainment back in the city of Khazan. To make thigs even more certain, a hapless horde of Nightshade Gang-members were encountered by the party in the tunnels early in the trek. The pirate connection was previously unknown.

*where are the "off-limits" areas, and how far are they from us?

<= Odd levels are off limits, and every-other odd level seems to have extradimensional properties which the gremlins can detect with their limited innate magickal nature. The chamber is located on level 6 -- three levels above ground. There are a total of 13 levels which the gremlins know of...

*according to the gremlins, what are all the routes out of the tower where we are to the underground?

<= Level four is the ground floor, the only known exit to the surface. Level 2 is underground, and they have access to it as part of their patrol route. It is guarded by magickal automatons, and are very tough.

*what route is Bjolfe taking?

<= they don't know. They inform that he has a habit of appearing and disappearing at will, and has been reported to have been seen simultaneously on more than one location in the tower.

[There's still 6 hours on the clock for further Q&A; requests, etc.]

:-)
-Shrsh'

3616 - dijani_k - Wed Jan 23, 2002 5:25pm

"Orc, can you still smell the archer?"

OOC: If he says yes, then:

"I say we go for this archer, and use him to find out more about our situation."

OOC: If he says no, then:

"Let's go see what these off limits levels are about!"

3617 - mistwalker_ - Wed Jan 23, 2002 6:38pm

3620 - Shrsholn - Wed Jan 23, 2002 7:08pm

[* "Orc, can you still smell the archer?" -- "No, it's strange, the scent waifted through the hallway just before the gremlins came, but now its too faint..." He replies, looking disturbed.

[* "Let's go see what these off limits levels are about!" -- "Well, it seems Elise is intent on killing them, so, I suppose we don't need to stay here any longer..."

*** [I'm waiting on mistwalker to email me before we proceed. Plus, tonight is the season finals on Robotica, and I'm planning on catching that either at 8e, or 11e, so there's still time for more Q&A, Magick preparations, and the like...-- Shrsh'] ***

3621 - mistwalker_ - Wed Jan 23, 2002 7:18pm

3623 - Shrsholn - Wed Jan 23, 2002 9:42pm

3624 - mistwalker_ - Wed Jan 23, 2002 9:52pm

3625 - Shrsholn - Wed Jan 23, 2002 10:36pm

"Naht heem, wizz heem, wizz heem..."

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