My moniker is Myth’RyAl Bontea (Myth RyeAl BonTayUh) but people usually just call me myth. Or M if that works. As for how long I’ve been here-what day is it? And where in the Seven Layers of Hell is HERE?
The former prisoner can see a man that seems to be made out of dark wood and adamantium metal. It waves a large hand at the surroundings. "Myth, we are in a dungeon I'm afraid, and not one owned by relatively reasonable individuals either. A necromancer is in charge of this place, and you're very lucky you were alive when we found you. As for the day..." Bastion rattles off the current month, day, and year.
"My name is Bastion, I'll let the others introduce themselves, we have been engaged in fighting the forces of the necromancer for almost a week now. We're getting close to finishing this one way or another I think, but it is difficult to say for sure, we were never able to positively identify how much in the way of reserve fighting force she has."
"We've rescued a few other captives, they are waiting above. You can wait with them, or join in on the fight. You look like you know your way around a blade better than most."
The figure offering Myth'RyAl water is cloaked in a concealing robe, but some features are still visible within the hood. A decidedly purple cast to his skin, silver hair, horns and the occasional peep of a tail brings to mind less than favourable myths and stories. Soft-spoken and slight, his attempts to appear as less than a threat are painfully obvious. There are signs of scarring on his face and hands as he moves, and every movement he makes is full of hesitancy. "I am Kixarn, man become devil, Teifling by my father's curse. Mage of sorts, I am. We will try to get you free out of here. Our path blocked by a made cavein, we are working through this place for a new way."
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Well met all. Kixarn-you needn’t cover up on my part. I have a couple of your race in my squad at home who have proven their mettle and loyalty-and I also have blood kin I wouldn’t trust to pour piss out of my boots. Its the heart and deeds that speak to me, not looks. And many thanks for the water.
Bastion-have you or yours seen any equipment loose around here? I seem to have misplaced my equipment: a compound bow, 2 scimitars, a suit of elf chain, a ring and cloak as well as all my travel items.
And can I assume there are others of your party about as well?
You free the prisoner and after giving him some water you are able to get his story. (will let him tell it) You head back out into the corridors. You can either go to the Corridor that runs East AK/122 or back up to where the last battle occurred at U/103. Just remember the newly released prisoner has no weapons or clothing.
A large dire jackal sniffs at the air as the newcomer approaches, baring crooked teeth and tensing up his legs, accentuating the bony protrusions along its back. Upon his back sits a thin half-elf with a lightly tanned and wrinkled face, but the brown eyes and hair of a young man. He wears plate armour made entirely of natural materials; wooden plates showing tree rings and whorls, bark along the arms, large treated leaves at the joints, vines to bind, and woven grasses underneath poking through at the edges. At his back is a quarterstaff and he carries a composite longbow and an arrow shedding Daylight, which he seems intent on giving away.
"Well met Myth'RyAl," his pronunciation is flawless, "and great to see another half-elf joining us in ridding the local village of this plague. I am Avan Ohek, a ranger from a time best forgotten, now a druid of the nighttime. Before this, I was with teams that cleared a goblin cave, a bandit fort up north, and a cave with a pair of hobgoblin-enslaving minotaurs and wizard, but I had most of my hard-earned reward stolen in the desert when I was captured by a necromancess. Well, at least she had the honour to let me live, a relief after the damage we'd done. Hmm, after the other close calls I probably shouldn't be so reckless as to demand it all back and fight for it. I seem to be having a change of heart."
Bastion hooks a thumb out of the room, "There was a chest in the other room over there we haven't poked yet, and another unexplored room next door. Your stuff could be in there, its worth a shot. In the meantime, we recently picked up a few flaming greatswords from the enemy if you can handle one of those. Do we have any spare armor running around, other than the ogre sized splint mail? Riv, check out the next room if you would, and then the chest in the room with the dead guy."
Yes, let us be away from this room and see if by Bast’s whiskers my gear is close at hand. It would be preferable to dress as the room is rather cool and drafty-and while my own gear would be best, I may have a way to at least don armor (without cloth between skin and metal it may chaff a tad) and be clumsy with such a large weapon. But something is better than nothing as my mentors and tutors oft said to our class.
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Rivoril, greets the released prisoner after unlocking his shackles. "Hello, Myth my name is Rivoril a half Elven Rogue if your gear is anywhere close by I will try and find it,"He says.
Rivoril, heads off to the other room disabling traps if required, opening doors or locks if encountered in a stealthily manner. If door is locked will attempt to open it. Then, enter and search. Similarly, if chest is locked will discern trap. If yes then disable it before attempting to open lock. Search, then repeat process until everything is uncovered. Including the chest in the room with the dead guy.
Myth will examine all the articles/items that the group has acquired to see if anything is usable by a Med char & if not will be sizing it all up for durability & usability while waiting for Rivoril to do his thing.
Kat looks at the newcomer. She has long auburn locks and green eyes. Her skin seems a little pale. She stands about 5'10" and is wiry built. Her eyes seem to bore into him curiously. " Well met. I am Katharina or just Kat. I am a dhamphir but mean you no harm. I hunt my father's kind. That is the reason i joined with this group for now. "
He looks up from his search. His gaze is very penetrating and focused-in other words he blinks only rarely. I must say the rumors of such a race as yours do not do justice to the actual reality. May hap we will travel that road together soon-and if what your companions say about these ruffians who kidnapped me is correct then we will liberate the area and rid it of your fathers type.
As he passes by, Avan leans down from his jackal to offer Myth his Masterwork Composite Longbow [+0 Str], along with his quiver and the one arrow with Daylight active. "You could stay safe away from melee with this," he suggests. He also offers a flask of Holy Water and 2 sickles, one cold iron, the other alchemical silver.
The Magic Stones he give one to Rivoril and two to Kixarn. Then he briskly takes his previous position.
Rivoril has no issues opening one of the chests. Inside you find a mixture of common good such as clothing some armor weapons and a few potions. The clothing weapons and armor in the chest seem very familiar to Myth’RyAl Bontea as it once belonged to him. It seems to be in very good shape. There are four potions at the bottom of the chest. One is blue, One is red, One is white and the last one is green.Does Rivoril wish to open the other chest?
Myth will remain in the room holding an arrow to the bow string. So unless someone calls out about the equipment, he will have no knowledge about the finds.
Bastion takes one look and heads back up to the fore of the hallway, along the way he says to Myth, "Looks like you might be in luck, some gear like you described in the chest over there, don't know if its yours, but you should be able to make use of it regardless."
Bastion will take up post at AI 122, considering the next move. Yes, we might as well check out the other chest while we're at it. Could easily be useful stuff in there.
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
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My moniker is Myth’RyAl Bontea (Myth RyeAl BonTayUh) but people usually just call me myth. Or M if that works. As for how long I’ve been here-what day is it? And where in the Seven Layers of Hell is HERE?
The former prisoner can see a man that seems to be made out of dark wood and adamantium metal. It waves a large hand at the surroundings. "Myth, we are in a dungeon I'm afraid, and not one owned by relatively reasonable individuals either. A necromancer is in charge of this place, and you're very lucky you were alive when we found you. As for the day..." Bastion rattles off the current month, day, and year.
"My name is Bastion, I'll let the others introduce themselves, we have been engaged in fighting the forces of the necromancer for almost a week now. We're getting close to finishing this one way or another I think, but it is difficult to say for sure, we were never able to positively identify how much in the way of reserve fighting force she has."
"We've rescued a few other captives, they are waiting above. You can wait with them, or join in on the fight. You look like you know your way around a blade better than most."
The figure offering Myth'RyAl water is cloaked in a concealing robe, but some features are still visible within the hood. A decidedly purple cast to his skin, silver hair, horns and the occasional peep of a tail brings to mind less than favourable myths and stories. Soft-spoken and slight, his attempts to appear as less than a threat are painfully obvious. There are signs of scarring on his face and hands as he moves, and every movement he makes is full of hesitancy. "I am Kixarn, man become devil, Teifling by my father's curse. Mage of sorts, I am. We will try to get you free out of here. Our path blocked by a made cavein, we are working through this place for a new way."
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Well met all. Kixarn-you needn’t cover up on my part. I have a couple of your race in my squad at home who have proven their mettle and loyalty-and I also have blood kin I wouldn’t trust to pour piss out of my boots. Its the heart and deeds that speak to me, not looks. And many thanks for the water.
Bastion-have you or yours seen any equipment loose around here? I seem to have misplaced my equipment: a compound bow, 2 scimitars, a suit of elf chain, a ring and cloak as well as all my travel items.
And can I assume there are others of your party about as well?
And I seem to have made the acquaintance of your necro or vamp or whatever he shivers never been licked like a child eating sweets before.
And so help me, Im getting even with those freaking wabbas-mixing dearf ale with dreamberry wine....
Dwarf
You free the prisoner and after giving him some water you are able to get his story. (will let him tell it) You head back out into the corridors. You can either go to the Corridor that runs East AK/122 or back up to where the last battle occurred at U/103. Just remember the newly released prisoner has no weapons or clothing.
A large dire jackal sniffs at the air as the newcomer approaches, baring crooked teeth and tensing up his legs, accentuating the bony protrusions along its back. Upon his back sits a thin half-elf with a lightly tanned and wrinkled face, but the brown eyes and hair of a young man. He wears plate armour made entirely of natural materials; wooden plates showing tree rings and whorls, bark along the arms, large treated leaves at the joints, vines to bind, and woven grasses underneath poking through at the edges. At his back is a quarterstaff and he carries a composite longbow and an arrow shedding Daylight, which he seems intent on giving away.
"Well met Myth'RyAl," his pronunciation is flawless, "and great to see another half-elf joining us in ridding the local village of this plague. I am Avan Ohek, a ranger from a time best forgotten, now a druid of the nighttime. Before this, I was with teams that cleared a goblin cave, a bandit fort up north, and a cave with a pair of hobgoblin-enslaving minotaurs and wizard, but I had most of my hard-earned reward stolen in the desert when I was captured by a necromancess. Well, at least she had the honour to let me live, a relief after the damage we'd done. Hmm, after the other close calls I probably shouldn't be so reckless as to demand it all back and fight for it. I seem to be having a change of heart."
He grins: As long as you don’t change it out with anyone I know.
Bastion hooks a thumb out of the room, "There was a chest in the other room over there we haven't poked yet, and another unexplored room next door. Your stuff could be in there, its worth a shot. In the meantime, we recently picked up a few flaming greatswords from the enemy if you can handle one of those. Do we have any spare armor running around, other than the ogre sized splint mail? Riv, check out the next room if you would, and then the chest in the room with the dead guy."
Bastion moves to support Rivoril as before.
Yes, let us be away from this room and see if by Bast’s whiskers my gear is close at hand. It would be preferable to dress as the room is rather cool and drafty-and while my own gear would be best, I may have a way to at least don armor (without cloth between skin and metal it may chaff a tad) and be clumsy with such a large weapon. But something is better than nothing as my mentors and tutors oft said to our class.
Rivoril, greets the released prisoner after unlocking his shackles. "Hello, Myth my name is Rivoril a half Elven Rogue if your gear is anywhere close by I will try and find it,"He says.
Rivoril, heads off to the other room disabling traps if required, opening doors or locks if encountered in a stealthily manner. If door is locked will attempt to open it. Then, enter and search. Similarly, if chest is locked will discern trap. If yes then disable it before attempting to open lock. Search, then repeat process until everything is uncovered. Including the chest in the room with the dead guy.
Move silently # 17
Spot #10
Open lock #1 21
Disable device/trap # 12
Search# 13
Open lock #2 14
disable trap/device #2 22
Myth will examine all the articles/items that the group has acquired to see if anything is usable by a Med char & if not will be sizing it all up for durability & usability while waiting for Rivoril to do his thing.
Kat looks at the newcomer. She has long auburn locks and green eyes. Her skin seems a little pale. She stands about 5'10" and is wiry built. Her eyes seem to bore into him curiously. " Well met. I am Katharina or just Kat. I am a dhamphir but mean you no harm. I hunt my father's kind. That is the reason i joined with this group for now. "
He looks up from his search. His gaze is very penetrating and focused-in other words he blinks only rarely. I must say the rumors of such a race as yours do not do justice to the actual reality. May hap we will travel that road together soon-and if what your companions say about these ruffians who kidnapped me is correct then we will liberate the area and rid it of your fathers type.
As he passes by, Avan leans down from his jackal to offer Myth his Masterwork Composite Longbow [+0 Str], along with his quiver and the one arrow with Daylight active. "You could stay safe away from melee with this," he suggests. He also offers a flask of Holy Water and 2 sickles, one cold iron, the other alchemical silver.
The Magic Stones he give one to Rivoril and two to Kixarn. Then he briskly takes his previous position.
Rivoril has no issues opening one of the chests. Inside you find a mixture of common good such as clothing some armor weapons and a few potions. The clothing weapons and armor in the chest seem very familiar to Myth’RyAl Bontea as it once belonged to him. It seems to be in very good shape. There are four potions at the bottom of the chest. One is blue, One is red, One is white and the last one is green. Does Rivoril wish to open the other chest?
Myth will remain in the room holding an arrow to the bow string. So unless someone calls out about the equipment, he will have no knowledge about the finds.
Bastion takes one look and heads back up to the fore of the hallway, along the way he says to Myth, "Looks like you might be in luck, some gear like you described in the chest over there, don't know if its yours, but you should be able to make use of it regardless."
Bastion will take up post at AI 122, considering the next move. Yes, we might as well check out the other chest while we're at it. Could easily be useful stuff in there.
Once mentioned Kixarn will carefully examine each of the potions, seeing if he can identify them.
K Arcana of 8, spell craft of 6, raw rolls below.
Potion ID 20, 1, 14, 2,
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar