The grenade leaves Travin's hand...and then there is a disappointing thud as it lands dead center in the middle of the hall. There's a second of silence. Then the explosion, the overpressure rattling everyone's heads and ears. There's a second sound, after that; the sound of clattering wood as multiple doors are blow free.
But nothing attacks though. Although the purple-pink gore of the slime begins to bubble underneath the door to the stairs...
"We's out of time! Yeh yeh! This stinks of a trap hmm? Check the doors as we move forward, everyone withs Travin!" As he moves around the corner once more, holding his trusty chainsaw in his hands, Travin begins to move up the corridor, stopping at the first set of blown open doors and peering in, left and right from the relative safety of the corridor.
“Yeah, she’s right.” Adam looks to Travin, with a frequently seen questioning look. “Shouldn’t we book it on up the steps? I don’t like the look of that slime…”
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"ugh!" Travin looks to Shavaris and then to Adam glancing back to his dirty chainsaw that has not seen blood in some time he sighs, "Fine..." And once again carves a 5ft block out of the ceiling just in front of them.
Happy to see that Travin opened up another hole in the ceiling, something catches her eye and Shavaris looks into the Southern room. There is a man standing in the corner and it surprises her.
Crossing her arms and glaring at him, she brings Eloise in the room with her, closer to the man than she. "And who might you be?"
The figure in the chair doesn't move. He just keeps his position, his eyes shifting from Shavaris to Travin and back. When the Elf asks her question, the man in the chair opens both his hands, miming a 'what?' question.
"I think the better question is, who are you?"
His eyes shift away from Shavaris, like he's trying to look around her, when the sound of the chainsaw revving up kicks in.
Adam walks into the room behind Shavaris, his hand floats to his side, near his lightsaber. “Oh just ignore that chainsaw, that’s just just ole Travin, one or two, or something. Forget which. Carving something up, as he is want to do. Making holes in the ceiling and so forth. I think that the bigger question that you need to ask yourself mister, when such folk come into a room, is … are you feeling lucky? How much do I want to piss ‘em off, by not answering their questions and so forth. So again, as the pretty lady asked ya, Who are you?”
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Travin lets his chainsaw slow to an idle whislt people talk and gives a little wave as adam introduces them adding "Travin is a structurals integrities worst nightmare yeh yeh! we's lookin for a Vigo Mortensen, no waits! a Corinthisen rights? Hmm?" before muttering "Yous was in a rush just a moments ago hmmm? goops and stuff yeh yeh?"
The man seems to sink further back in the chair like he's trying to shy away from Adam and Travin. He watches Adam's hand, then shifts his attention to Travin with the puttering saw, before chiming in on the sidebar conversation.
"Oh the 'goop' will not come up here as long as I'm here. It's been trained well. It will only come when we call it." He says, not bothering to try to get up. "Luck...erm, no, I do not feel lucky, since you've barged in on me so rudely. Would you please shut that noisy contraption off and come in here so we can talk about this in a civilized manner? You intruders have still not identified yourselves and might I point out that it is you who are guilty of breaking-and-entering, vandalism, destruction of private property, and now intimidation? Who in all the world are you?"
He waits a moment, then points at the rubble of the door and the various things scattered from it flying into the room so explosively.
Shavaris walks further into the room, intrigued. She keeps her hands on her pommels, but attempts to look conversational. "You can keep that slime at bay, eh? Interesting. My name is Shavaris. What did we do to your work? And please, who might you be?"
Dageron cocks his helmeted head slightly. "You list Human laws broken? You do this ironically? You have experimented upon them. Enslaved them. Do you not seek to conquer them? We..." He seems to consider his words. "We are not their guardians. We have been spun around by vying powers. The masters of this place included. The realm we are sworn to protect is under threat from this place, and so we seek out and destroy. That is what the Dawn Guard do. If you wish to survive, then surrender. Else, bargain for your life."
"The door..." The man says with a nervous laugh, reaching up to rake his fingers through gray hair that is long and robust. "No, no I did not make the doors. The uh, crystal."
He points to the crystal, roughly hand sized, laying on the floor.
"It was on a stand before your explosion destroyed my doors."
He listens to Dageron, watching the Hobgoblin's head tilt as he begins to speak. The façade breaks. The man grins, one leg coming up to cross over his knee. The word sinister isn't even correct. It's something far, far worse.
"At least you recognize me." He says to Dageron. "Would you like to have a seat so we can talk about conditions? No, just you, not the others."
Vigo the Carpathian points to the couch across from him.
There is noise in the hall. The ghastly, slithering sound of the 'goop'.
"Watch your hands there, Shavaris." Vigo warns, finally circling back around to her statement. "No weapons. Don't try anything stupid."
Adam’s hand comes up from the hilt of his lightsaber, he stands there watching the conversation, the back and forth. But suddenly, in his mind, everything goes very quiet and crystal clear with clarity. He watches the Carpathian, but he notes the crystal on the ground and his attention focuses on it. You can do it, you have been training, focusing, must bend the little particle thingies to my will! Now, this must happen, no more time for training! His faces screws up in concentration, his tongue comes out of the side of his mouth for just a moment, and the wrinkle lines form on his forehead. He looks like he is trying to figure out an algebra problem….
Then, all of a sudden, Adam’s hand shoots out and he focuses on the crystal on the ground as a single, solitary bead of sweat forms on his brow and drips down. In his mind, he hears music rising, in crescendo… and all of a sudden, the crystal shoots forward from the ground and into Adam’s hand! A look of pure surprise on his face, rapidly followed by a grin and the look of confidence/cockiness appears, but then is rapidly replaced by confusion. “Whoa!” escapes his mouth in single syllabic brevity, as he looks down at the crystal and concentrates, ignoring Vigo for a moment while others are watching his every move.
“Sarah! Is that you! How are you … in a crystal? How do we get you out?” Adam looks up to the others, his well defined jaw has dropped and he closes his mouth slowly, a look of puzzlement on his face.
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Dageron takes no step towards the proffered seat, but instead touches his ring of mind shielding to insure it is still upon him. Once assured, and without turning his eyes from Vigo, he reaches out to Adam telepathically. "Am I authorized to negotiate with this entity, or should we attack all at once? It likely has some magic readied to teleport it to safety, but if we can bind it somehow, we will have leverage to keep its creatures at bay. How should I proceed?"
"Sarah?" Trav leans upward awkwardly to view the crystal that Adam is holding. "Sarah!?"
As the conversation falls to the question of whether or not to attack, a cube of ceiling right above The Corinthian falls onto the chair he is sitting in with a crash, whether the corinthian is still in it or not when this occurs remains to be seen.
Johnathan gives a chuckle when the person mentions the laws that have been broken by the Dawn Guard. That’s rich, your group comes into our realm and steal the magical energy but you are concerned about us invading your space? He pauses for a moment as he listens to Dageron idea. I don’t trust him. He can be wasting time to activate the ritual on the roof. Johnathan looks over to Dageron. Is this Vigo? If so then I see no reason not to kill this blood sucker where it stands. Is there any reason why we want this enemy alive?
The crystal that Adam is holding offers no answer when he begins to ask it questions. Whatever he's seeing seems to be frozen in time.
"That is quite the trick you have there." Vigo says, smiling as he watches Adam's newfound power. "I have only really seen one person use such a capability before. I'm sure you can imagine who that is."
Vigo gets comfortable, looks ready to gloat a little more as he prepares to admonish Johnathan...and then the ceiling falls on him. Gypsum board shatters. Plaster scatters. Insulation wafts out around him in a storm of dust and fiber.
Vigo does not look happy.
"Oah!" Ralik screams, not wasting any time. Double scimitars are in his hand within the instant as he moves forty feet into the room, rushing past the rest of his friends. "Brother Adam, the hall! Don't forget our foes that linger there, oah!"
"I don't think so." Vigo says, throwing one hand out as he wipes the dust from his eyes. Quickly his finger meets his thumb and he snaps, his attention directed at Ralik, a sneer racing across his face as he pours intensity into whatever it is he's doing. Ralik almost makes it to Vigo. Almost. "The other mage. Kill him."
Ralik has no choice but to turn on his heels and rush straight toward Johnathan, a horrified expression on his face as he moves...
The grenade leaves Travin's hand...and then there is a disappointing thud as it lands dead center in the middle of the hall. There's a second of silence. Then the explosion, the overpressure rattling everyone's heads and ears. There's a second sound, after that; the sound of clattering wood as multiple doors are blow free.
But nothing attacks though. Although the purple-pink gore of the slime begins to bubble underneath the door to the stairs...
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"We's out of time! Yeh yeh! This stinks of a trap hmm? Check the doors as we move forward, everyone withs Travin!" As he moves around the corner once more, holding his trusty chainsaw in his hands, Travin begins to move up the corridor, stopping at the first set of blown open doors and peering in, left and right from the relative safety of the corridor.
Shavaris follows close behind Travin, "I thought we were going up? That slime is heading our way!"
“Yeah, she’s right.” Adam looks to Travin, with a frequently seen questioning look. “Shouldn’t we book it on up the steps? I don’t like the look of that slime…”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"ugh!" Travin looks to Shavaris and then to Adam glancing back to his dirty chainsaw that has not seen blood in some time he sighs, "Fine..." And once again carves a 5ft block out of the ceiling just in front of them.
Happy to see that Travin opened up another hole in the ceiling, something catches her eye and Shavaris looks into the Southern room. There is a man standing in the corner and it surprises her.
Crossing her arms and glaring at him, she brings Eloise in the room with her, closer to the man than she. "And who might you be?"
The figure in the chair doesn't move. He just keeps his position, his eyes shifting from Shavaris to Travin and back. When the Elf asks her question, the man in the chair opens both his hands, miming a 'what?' question.
"I think the better question is, who are you?"
His eyes shift away from Shavaris, like he's trying to look around her, when the sound of the chainsaw revving up kicks in.
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Adam walks into the room behind Shavaris, his hand floats to his side, near his lightsaber. “Oh just ignore that chainsaw, that’s just just ole Travin, one or two, or something. Forget which. Carving something up, as he is want to do. Making holes in the ceiling and so forth. I think that the bigger question that you need to ask yourself mister, when such folk come into a room, is … are you feeling lucky? How much do I want to piss ‘em off, by not answering their questions and so forth. So again, as the pretty lady asked ya, Who are you?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Travin lets his chainsaw slow to an idle whislt people talk and gives a little wave as adam introduces them adding "Travin is a structurals integrities worst nightmare yeh yeh! we's lookin for a Vigo Mortensen, no waits! a Corinthisen rights? Hmm?" before muttering "Yous was in a rush just a moments ago hmmm? goops and stuff yeh yeh?"
Shavaris whispers back to Travin while waiting for the man to answer, "Yes, but this might change things a bit... be patient."
The man seems to sink further back in the chair like he's trying to shy away from Adam and Travin. He watches Adam's hand, then shifts his attention to Travin with the puttering saw, before chiming in on the sidebar conversation.
"Oh the 'goop' will not come up here as long as I'm here. It's been trained well. It will only come when we call it." He says, not bothering to try to get up. "Luck...erm, no, I do not feel lucky, since you've barged in on me so rudely. Would you please shut that noisy contraption off and come in here so we can talk about this in a civilized manner? You intruders have still not identified yourselves and might I point out that it is you who are guilty of breaking-and-entering, vandalism, destruction of private property, and now intimidation? Who in all the world are you?"
He waits a moment, then points at the rubble of the door and the various things scattered from it flying into the room so explosively.
"Look what you did to my work!"
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"work? Did you makes the door?" Travin asks as he shuts off the chainsaw, "we's the dawnguard! Hm!"
Shavaris walks further into the room, intrigued. She keeps her hands on her pommels, but attempts to look conversational. "You can keep that slime at bay, eh? Interesting. My name is Shavaris. What did we do to your work? And please, who might you be?"
Dageron cocks his helmeted head slightly. "You list Human laws broken? You do this ironically? You have experimented upon them. Enslaved them. Do you not seek to conquer them? We..." He seems to consider his words. "We are not their guardians. We have been spun around by vying powers. The masters of this place included. The realm we are sworn to protect is under threat from this place, and so we seek out and destroy. That is what the Dawn Guard do. If you wish to survive, then surrender. Else, bargain for your life."
"The door..." The man says with a nervous laugh, reaching up to rake his fingers through gray hair that is long and robust. "No, no I did not make the doors. The uh, crystal."
He points to the crystal, roughly hand sized, laying on the floor.
"It was on a stand before your explosion destroyed my doors."
He listens to Dageron, watching the Hobgoblin's head tilt as he begins to speak. The façade breaks. The man grins, one leg coming up to cross over his knee. The word sinister isn't even correct. It's something far, far worse.
"At least you recognize me." He says to Dageron. "Would you like to have a seat so we can talk about conditions? No, just you, not the others."
Vigo the Carpathian points to the couch across from him.
There is noise in the hall. The ghastly, slithering sound of the 'goop'.
"Watch your hands there, Shavaris." Vigo warns, finally circling back around to her statement. "No weapons. Don't try anything stupid."
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Adam’s hand comes up from the hilt of his lightsaber, he stands there watching the conversation, the back and forth. But suddenly, in his mind, everything goes very quiet and crystal clear with clarity. He watches the Carpathian, but he notes the crystal on the ground and his attention focuses on it. You can do it, you have been training, focusing, must bend the little particle thingies to my will! Now, this must happen, no more time for training! His faces screws up in concentration, his tongue comes out of the side of his mouth for just a moment, and the wrinkle lines form on his forehead. He looks like he is trying to figure out an algebra problem….
Then, all of a sudden, Adam’s hand shoots out and he focuses on the crystal on the ground as a single, solitary bead of sweat forms on his brow and drips down. In his mind, he hears music rising, in crescendo… and all of a sudden, the crystal shoots forward from the ground and into Adam’s hand! A look of pure surprise on his face, rapidly followed by a grin and the look of confidence/cockiness appears, but then is rapidly replaced by confusion. “Whoa!” escapes his mouth in single syllabic brevity, as he looks down at the crystal and concentrates, ignoring Vigo for a moment while others are watching his every move.
“Sarah! Is that you! How are you … in a crystal? How do we get you out?” Adam looks up to the others, his well defined jaw has dropped and he closes his mouth slowly, a look of puzzlement on his face.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Dageron takes no step towards the proffered seat, but instead touches his ring of mind shielding to insure it is still upon him. Once assured, and without turning his eyes from Vigo, he reaches out to Adam telepathically. "Am I authorized to negotiate with this entity, or should we attack all at once? It likely has some magic readied to teleport it to safety, but if we can bind it somehow, we will have leverage to keep its creatures at bay. How should I proceed?"
"Sarah?" Trav leans upward awkwardly to view the crystal that Adam is holding. "Sarah!?"
As the conversation falls to the question of whether or not to attack, a cube of ceiling right above The Corinthian falls onto the chair he is sitting in with a crash, whether the corinthian is still in it or not when this occurs remains to be seen.
Johnathan gives a chuckle when the person mentions the laws that have been broken by the Dawn Guard. That’s rich, your group comes into our realm and steal the magical energy but you are concerned about us invading your space? He pauses for a moment as he listens to Dageron idea. I don’t trust him. He can be wasting time to activate the ritual on the roof. Johnathan looks over to Dageron. Is this Vigo? If so then I see no reason not to kill this blood sucker where it stands. Is there any reason why we want this enemy alive?
The crystal that Adam is holding offers no answer when he begins to ask it questions. Whatever he's seeing seems to be frozen in time.
"That is quite the trick you have there." Vigo says, smiling as he watches Adam's newfound power. "I have only really seen one person use such a capability before. I'm sure you can imagine who that is."
Vigo gets comfortable, looks ready to gloat a little more as he prepares to admonish Johnathan...and then the ceiling falls on him. Gypsum board shatters. Plaster scatters. Insulation wafts out around him in a storm of dust and fiber.
Vigo does not look happy.
"Oah!" Ralik screams, not wasting any time. Double scimitars are in his hand within the instant as he moves forty feet into the room, rushing past the rest of his friends. "Brother Adam, the hall! Don't forget our foes that linger there, oah!"
"I don't think so." Vigo says, throwing one hand out as he wipes the dust from his eyes. Quickly his finger meets his thumb and he snaps, his attention directed at Ralik, a sneer racing across his face as he pours intensity into whatever it is he's doing. Ralik almost makes it to Vigo. Almost. "The other mage. Kill him."
Ralik has no choice but to turn on his heels and rush straight toward Johnathan, a horrified expression on his face as he moves...
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Ralik (DM)
DM
Johnathan
Dageron
DM
Shavaris
Travin
DM
Adam
DM
It is Johnathan's turn, followed by Dageron!
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