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This guy has more tells than a first time gambler. This clearly isn’t a “trifling” matter, but it’s certainly in Jason’s best interest to exit the premises, and so he’s going to go along with whatever needs to be done… for now. “Sure thing. Let’s get the Hell out of here.” |
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Posted On: 11/19/2007 10:17PM | View genericangstypos...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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Waiting for the rest.
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Posted On: 11/19/2007 10:30PM | View eponymous_ennui's Profile | # | ||||||
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Zak had heard the whole thing, and a shiver ran down his spine. Catacombs- another name for dungeons. He hated dungeons. Last time he’d been in one was with the Obsidian Legion- they lost their way and half their men. Zak was convinced that dungeons had been created by some sadistic higher power for the express purpose of making the lives of those foolish or unlucky enough to enter them absolutely miserable.
But it didn’t seem like he had any choice. “All right, but I’d better have your word on this.” he said to the elf. “Take us to our equipment.”
(OOC: Sorry bout that, I had to sleep.) Sabre_Justice edited this message on 11/19/2007 10:40PM |
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Posted On: 11/19/2007 10:37PM | View Sabre_Justice's Profile | # | ||||||
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Sabre_Justice Posted:
OOC: How dare you!? Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 11/19/2007 10:48PM | View genericangstypos...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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“Fine. I suppose we don’t have much of a choice,” he tells the elf. Now speaking in elvish he adds, ”but you seem quite capable, why then, do you actually need our help? If we’re going to do this for you we should at least know what dangers we’ll be up against.”
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 1:01AM | View Night Gaunt's Profile | # | ||||||
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The blind elf smiles, this time for a fraction of a second longer than usual.
“Your friend brings up an excellent point,” he replies in Common. “Let us just say that it is best suited to my purposes for me not to leave this cell here. However, rest bumured that you will be in no danger whatsoever. It is a simple task, retrieving a cedar-wood chest that has fallen by the wayside. The biggest threat to your safety, indeed, is that of sanitation.” He motions with his left hand in a complex motion and mumbles something under his breath. Cenbuma: It is no spell that you know, but it is clearly magical; you can feel your heart skip a beat even as reality scrambles to obey his will, an almost visible pulse of power converging upon this one point in the multiverse for a split second. Then, it is gone as quickly. Nodding to Zakarion, almost as if in recognition, the elf steps back into the shadows in the corner of his cell… And, in almost the same instance, you see three backpacks slowly float towards you through the bars of the prison cell. Behind each figure is a smoky, insubstantial almost-humanoid figure holding your backpacks and other bumorted gear up. Cenbuma: You recognise it as an invisible servant, a simple summoning spell that the Academy Masters sometimes use to perform various menial tasks. Well, well, well… if you so choose to accept them, gentlemen, you will find your equipment intact and accounted for. It’s time to do some dungeon |
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 1:30AM | View eponymous_ennui's Profile | # | ||||||
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When the Necromancer speaks in elven, he makes an effort to pretend that he doesn’t understand it. It’s much better that he thinks I don’t, in case he decides to plot against me.
Jason dons his armor, and wears his magical pack with most of his stuff inside of it. Giving a winning smile for the nonexistent ladies, he flourishes his rapier, shields it, and readies his longbow and arrows. “Time to skewer some pigs.” genericangstyposter edited this message on 11/20/2007 1:38AM |
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 1:36AM | View genericangstypos...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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Zak is surprised to see his equipment appear so suddenly, but smiles at the sight of his trusty halberd within his reach again. He then turns to his full plate armour, which he is slightly less fond of but still is grateful for. “I’m going to need somebody to help me put my armour on.”
(OOC: Last I remembered, full plate requires someone else to help you put it on, even if you’re proficient with it) Sabre_Justice edited this message on 11/20/2007 2:14AM |
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 2:11AM | View Sabre_Justice's Profile | # | ||||||
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Sabre_Justice Posted:
OOC: That’s right. And italics. Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 2:33AM | View eponymous_ennui's Profile | # | ||||||
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 2:40AM | View Sabre_Justice's Profile | # | ||||||
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 2:50AM | View kinky_gerl87's Profile | # | ||||||
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 2:58AM | View Sabre_Justice's Profile | # | ||||||
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Sabre_Justice Posted:
OOC: More or less, although each potion would take up one slot, and the battleaxe I bumume is going to be strapped to your back anyway, so that doesn’t require a slot.
Let me put it this way: if you can describe a logical way of storing your potions/scrolls/other consumables I’ll let you get away with five quick inventory slots; if not, just pick any three items and I’ll bumume it’s just located near the top of your haversack. |
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 3:20AM | View eponymous_ennui's Profile | # | ||||||
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eponymous_ennui Posted: Okay… let’s just say his potions are strapped to a belt for quick access, and his bullseye lantern hangs from his pack and can attach to his armour to leave his hands free. It’d be awesome to have it stuck on his shoulder like Cyborg from Teen Titans. |
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 3:35AM | View Sabre_Justice's Profile | # | ||||||
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Sabre_Justice Posted:
OOC: You’ll require some sort of bandoleer or rig for your potions to hang from your person: you can buy this from any marketplace the next time you’re there, but for now they’ll have to sit in your pack. Even if you did have one, though, let me just say this: remember the parable of your dwarven friend Vlel Stonecutter. Log in to see images!
As for the lantern, it’ll be weird as hell to have it hanging from one’s shoulder. Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 3:54AM | View eponymous_ennui's Profile | # | ||||||
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 6:09AM | View Sabre_Justice's Profile | # | ||||||
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I’ll throw a cure potion, alchemist’s fire in the quick slots and can I roll up my scrolls and shove them in the artisan’s smock as well? Or should I just pick out a few to have in those pockets/quick slots? |
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 11:49AM | View Night Gaunt's Profile | # | ||||||
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Night Gaunt Posted:
Your choice. Just remember that each item counts as one slot; stuffing it down your smock for the scrolls would work, so that would give you +1 slot for scrolls and 3 more usual from the backpack.
In other news, excellent roleplaying so far everyone. 500xp to all. |
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 9:32PM | View eponymous_ennui's Profile | # | ||||||
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Jason helps get the fighter into his armor, so the poor guy doesn’t stand there with his pants down. |
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Posted On: 11/20/2007 9:39PM | View genericangstypos...'s Profile | # | ||||||
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genericangstyposter Posted:
The plate feels cool to the touch and glints with a shine that makes you slightly uneasy. No armour, especially one that hasn’t been recently polished, should gleam like that. But each elaborate whorl, every single flute and groove etched into the armour, is breathtakingly beautiful, each painstaking worked into wrought iron. You recognise the fine touch of a master artist in the persistent rose motif, but it annoys that you’re unable to place the origins of the style. While the ironwork and plate style points at traditional dwarven smithy style, the rose is more commonly bumociated with either the high elven houses or the gnome clans, but never with the dwarves.
The last plate finally locks into place, and Almac shrugs to redistribute the weight more evenly. The soft clink reminds you of a gentle rainfall upon an aut-... wait, what the ****? You shake your head to clear it. Hell, where did that come from? |
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