The three men all hear it; a thud and then a rasping scrape from behind the metal-plated door.
Thom stands there for a moment confused about how got to the bottom of the pit, he doesn't remember climbing down, did he fall? Dorgio's curse snaps him out of his confusion. "What happened?" He says to Dorgio.
He looks at the door for a moment and than back to Dorgio. "It seems the creature is aware of our presence." He says.
History prefers legends to men. It prefers nobility to brutality, soaring speeches to quiet deeds. History remembers the battle and forgets the blood. What ever history remembers of me if it remembers me at all, it shall only be the fraction of the truth.
tarlyn wrote:Juergin uses pole he has and rubbing the non pointy end on the floor, he gets some of the sticky stuff on it. He then smells it.
It smells like rum.
Dak One returns, slithering up the stairs like a snake.
''The stairs go down and down...and there is a blue light from within the wall to the left, deeper still...''
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Adam wrote:He wraps the materials up in a bundle and fumbles in his pouch, coming up with a tindertwig. He strikes it and lights the torch before turning and entering the cave.
Benn finds that the back of the cave mouth drops into a rough -hewn stairway. The narrow, low-ceilinged passage runs deeper and deeper into the earth...
He carries on, his cane and shoes tapping on the stone steps.
After a long time walking down, Benn comes to the bottom of the stairs, where a stone floor spreads out before him. His torch has burned down to little more than a smoldering hunk of dead branch, and casts little light. If there is a ceiling, he cannot see it. Nor can he see any walls but the rough stone wall to the left and right of the opening at the base of the stairway. The floor here is rough and cratered like the surface of the moon seen through a powerful spyglass.
All is is deep, deep darkness. From someplace up ahead, Benn hears the soft murmur of flowing water.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
THE OLD ABBEY
Everline rolls behind Primeiro--and bashes him in the back with her morningstar!
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
As soon as Everline bounces back to her feet behind Primeiro -- blood suddenly fills her eyes and her hands flash at her waist, coming up again with her morningstar.
"Soddin' blackguard!" she screams, lashing out with cruel speed and power. "Have at'ee! I'll send'ee down inta da dark fer tryin' ta shiv me!"
(OOC: Just thought I'd give it some Everline flavour, even if it's largely out of my hands. ^^ Another Tumble to get at Primeiro's back again, if possible: Tumble 23.)
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"Something happened, caused you, Eustace, and Petrie to fall. Eustace is still up there."
He looks nervously at the door. "Well this is what we wanted...but what's going on at the top of the pit? Good gods, it sounds like a fight! What's going on up there?" He calls up toward Everline.
"You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!” -Wuthering Heights
THE ABBEY RUINS
After Eustace's prayer Everline remains enraged and confused, but Primeiro snaps out of his disordered state of mind.
Primeiro spots something long and dark flash past Eustace's back. The monk's bloodless, frightened expression twists into a mask of rage!
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
"Suppose we should be checking out whats going on up there, eh?" Thom says to Dorgio and than proceeds to start his climb back up the shaft.
History prefers legends to men. It prefers nobility to brutality, soaring speeches to quiet deeds. History remembers the battle and forgets the blood. What ever history remembers of me if it remembers me at all, it shall only be the fraction of the truth.
Whether the supernatural, mind-numbing effect has abated or whether the pain of Everline's shockingly brutal -- and nearly lethal -- attack brought him to his senses, Primeiro knows not. What he does know is that he and the others may be only seconds away from utter defeat. First action: Stay alive. Then hope that Eustace and Everline can shake off the malady as he has ... or has he? Enough. Father once said during a fencing lesson, In battle, there's no time for doubt. Not if you want to live.
He dodges to the side, away from the mad shrieks of Everline and toward the feral rage of Eustace. He glances past the priest for a moment, trying to again spot the shadowy shape that he knows is responsible for the madness that's afflicting them. But he wastes no time trying to strike the shadow with his rapier. Instead, he brings the hilt of the weapon sharply up in a solid punch to Eustace's jaw!
_________________________________________________________ Assuming Primeiro was at full hp at the start of the day, the benefits of his Back to the Wall feat haven't kicked in yet, but we're close.
Move: Away from Everline. A 5-foot step, of course, if necessary to avoid an AoO.
He'll use the +1 AC from his Dodge feat to defend against Everline. (If the dispelling attempt did free her, too, then it'll obviously be used to defend against Eustace.)
Standard: Rapier attack (1d20+9=19)
Damage: This will be subdual damage. Primeiro wants to avoid being on the receiving end of Eustace's attack, but he doesn't want to kill him! Rapier damage (subdual) (1d6+2=7)
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Primeiro dodges past Everline and slams his sword-hilt into Eustace's jaw.
The monk staggers backward, but then moves in to attack with his staff. He swings at Primeiro and knocks the young swordsman off balance.
Just at that moment, Everline rushes forward, her morningstar raised in both hands--and runs straight onto the point of Primeiro's outstretched sword! She groans and jerks away, a slowly spreading stain of blood on her tunic below the left breast.
A booming, mocking voice fills the ruins, but Primeiro cannot see the speaker amid the shadows cast by fallen torches and the gibbous moon.
"The mists are kind to bring you to me. Oh, what games we shall play, my dear little prince! The young slut and the old shave-pate will dance for me, and afterward, their broken flesh will feed my subjects. Your father may be the master of Ghastria, but I am lord here on Gauntcliff!"
Monstrous, ill-formed shadows cavort across the pale stone walls. Dozens of Arimaspian eyes as bright as lamps shine from every corner around Primeiro. Hideous gibbering rises from the surrounding darkness.
Primeiro feels a cold touch on his back, but when he turns to look, he sees nothing near him.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Benn's torch dies just as he reaches the stony shore of the broad, mist-covered subterranean river.
Two minuscule points of witch light appear in the gloom, and grow larger as Benn watches, till he finds himself facing two glowing eye-fires in a skeletal face. The fleshless creature stands before Benn in ragged robes on a low wooden boat, just at the water's edge. It extends one bony hand and waits, palm open, watching Benn with its glowing orbs. A faint, eeire blue haze lights the air about the boat and the outlandish ferryman. Benn can see little else in the darkness of this strange underworld.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
