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Post by Kiara Elmscrye on Jun 12, 2013 6:02:05 GMT -8
Kiara, a little frightened, prepares to jump to the tower. Making sure she has everything, and with an eye for her brother, she runs and leaps over the edge.
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Jun 12, 2013 10:59:01 GMT -8
As Arctorious and Mrin step back from the main portion of the tower where the rest of the guilds members might be landing and keeping an eye out for trouble around the tower and in the air as well as being ready to leap to anyones assistance who needs it, Arctorious, without taking his eyes off the last barge, replies to Mrin with a smirk; "Mrin it is. Mrin the "By Human Standards Already Has One Foot In The Grave" crusty old Battle axe!!"
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Post by poopsmith on Jun 12, 2013 11:43:55 GMT -8
Guess I better start swimming for the barge...water is kind of cold.
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Post by Lyeas Elmscrye on Jun 12, 2013 15:12:24 GMT -8
Following closely behind his sister, Lyeas leaps from the barge and lands with a roll. As he stands and brushes the dirt from his clothing he says, "Heh, you Gatherers always travel in such luxury, or this a special occasion?"
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Post by Urindel on Jun 12, 2013 16:44:38 GMT -8
Urindel jumps gracefully from the barge to the tower, landing with nary a sound.
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Jun 12, 2013 19:35:53 GMT -8
Arctorious wields his war hammer & old, beaten, wooden shield with a large, ornate painting of a black war hammer decorating the body of it as he speaks to all the members on top of the tower with a stern, strong quality to his tone; loud enough to hear but not loud enough to bring any unwanted denizens down upon them (or so he hopes!); "A hasty "Well Met" to you all. Quickly friends, those of warrior stock to the front and form a circle around the archers and spell casters as we had discussed on the barge. We can discuss stratagems in this way as well as keep an eye out for any unwanted visitors to our ranks!" Arctorious stands at the ready, 10 feet out from the grouping of spellcasters and the like. He beckons to Mrin to do the same and start to create a circle by standing ten feet to one side of him and to keep eyes out and ready. Arctorious begins to scrutinize the lay of the land via the tower and tries to understand their immediate surroundings as best he can visually.
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Post by Lucian Bok on Jun 12, 2013 21:25:48 GMT -8
Lucian carefully adjusts his pack and cloak, making sure his garb doesn't appear disheveled. He leans in close to Lastwall, and whispers Remember. Your purpose here is not to follow the orders of a fool with a hammer. Your task is to make sure I return, alive and successful. Stay near me. When he is finished with his appearance, he looks to Fabian and the others. "Now that out 'graceful' descent is complete. What do the Gatherer's know about about these ruins. Specifically what do you know about any inhabitants, wyld elf or otherwise. If this place is as dangerous as he -Lucian points at Arctorious- seems to think, we would be well served if we knew what was below" |
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Post by Dairmida on Jun 13, 2013 20:34:11 GMT -8
Dairmida moves about 20 feet from Arctorious automatically, and Devorar fills in at the 10 foot middle point between them. Her eyes skim the area briefly and then focus on the tiefling. "It's an overgrown trading post from the Kavalnic Empire. This was all once Old Seprisia. Lucio says it's built over an Elven machine of some sort. As far as who might be there, the answer down here is always simple: Wyld Elves."
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Jun 13, 2013 21:34:38 GMT -8
In response to Daimida's revelation to Lucian, Arctorious says plainly and leveled with no hint of sarcasm; "Evan, Fabian,..." he starts, not taking his eyes off the green tangle that is wyld growth of vines, lichens, twisted trees and moss and continues, "...I do believe the troops could use that map you had earlier? That and a tad bit of instruction from our higher ups would not be out of order. I did notice some steps leading down into the tower but surely this will be rife with traps left from, as fair Dairmida put it; the latest inhabitants of the tower, no? Shall we, climbers that we be, set up our climbing gear and start the descent down the side of the tower?"
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Post by Rifain Rho on Jun 13, 2013 21:43:27 GMT -8
Rifain pulls her expression into what she hopes is a grin and growls at Carlo, Don't mistake my interest. Tieflings make good eating.
Leaving the rolling deck of the barge is madness, but a madness she embraces willingly. Muscles bunch and tighten with a glorious rush as she hurls herself through the moist, crackling air to the tower below. As she lands, hands reflexively checking gear and, most importantly, her great axe secure in its holster across her back, her keen eyes dart over the sea of faces, wondering how many of them will survive.
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Post by Urindel on Jun 14, 2013 6:37:39 GMT -8
Urindel steps up next to Arctorious and whispers I can go ahead of the group to clear any traps. Tell everyone to stay a ways behind, but not too far behind, in case there are living dangers down there. He then slowly walks towards the stairs, looking around the area, and trying to stay hidden from anything that may be down there. |
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Post by Mrin Vallahir on Jun 14, 2013 7:57:05 GMT -8
Somewhere off in the distance someone mentions climbing. Mrin has a thought. A thought so big he can't hold it all in his head. He is forced to think out loud, "That's right. You'd have to climb all the time around here. Runemaster said that there might be wyld dwarves that live outdoors. But maybe they're not wyld dwarves, maybe they're climbing dwarves. Maybe I'm not strange. Maybe I'm lost."
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Post by Lucian Bok on Jun 14, 2013 11:26:31 GMT -8
Having answered his question, Lucian nods to Dairmida. "Thank you. Unfortunately, it seems my vast education is not quite vast enough." To Lastwall, Lucian says "Watch my back" Lucian then jumps over the rail of the barge onto the Tower. He then walks, somewhat gingerly, toward the stair case down. (B3_c6) He holds his cane before him, mutters some words, and the crystal head of the cane begins to shine with an eery and unnatural inner light. Lucian continues to look through the crystal, down the stairs and across the rooftop. DC 15 Spellcraft Lucian cast Detect Magic. Looking for any magic auras either on the rooftop or down the stairway.
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Post by Dairmida on Jun 14, 2013 12:37:02 GMT -8
Devorar is watching Fabian glaringly. He feels a hatred for this man that is inseparable from his mistress's, yet he knows he cannot kill him, yet. The red man with the greedy smell makes his way off of the air box and walks toward his mistress. He makes a light that hurts Devorar's eyes for a moment. Deep in his throat Devorar makes a warning growl. He lowers his body in a crouch.
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Post by Dairmida on Jun 14, 2013 13:10:42 GMT -8
Dairmida whispers a reassurance to Devorar in Druidic. He relaxes, marginally.
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