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Who’s ready for a 0?
14
eh.... maybe?
if he fails to do so, he says Dear bird lady, ma’am, would you be so kind as to take the cloth from this body and put it on my head as to shield me from the light?
(yeah, Chatters can hear a whimper but cannot tell where it is coming from with the current perception score) (The head with wings succeeds in raming the body and licking the face of the dead elf but cannot get the cloth off... (I bet you could ask a companion to do it for ya :D )
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Unable to immediately discern the location of this whimpering. Chatters grabs one of the robed elven bodies and drags it along while searching for the whimpering.
Chatters loses interest in this sound since he couldn't easily find it. Instead he turns his interest towards the elven body he is pulling around. He is going to take the robes off of the body and slide them over his torn up chainmail. He is also going to take the holy symbol off the body.
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“Well, Draax won’t be happy,” Saida said to Zinripple, her expression pleased. She ripped a strip of cloth from one of the nearest bodies, using it to tie the scepter securely to her back. When Odysseus spoke to her, she scowled slightly. “I am not ‘Bird Lady.’ My name is Saida.” Regardless, she knelt and tied the cloth over the winged head’s eyes.
Perception: 7
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Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
A suit of armor begins to stir on the ground, The hollow eyes in the helm alight with a blue-ish arcane energy as it immediately rights itselfs. The same blue energy begins to seep from the crevices and holes in the armor. A tattered and torn black cape hanging from the Pauldrons, the armor stands and looks about at the other creatures. One gauntlet covered hand removes the helm to reveal a Charred and black skull, where the eyes would be instead there is that same blue energy but more focused and much brighter. It reaches to the dirt and picks up a very worn,rusty but still deadly sharp battleaxe before putting the helm back over the skeletal visage.
Beneath the helm a hollow voice echoes forth, Given a echo effect by the helm itself but the voice is akin to loud whispers.
"What....has... happened?" Sylas now standing grips the battleaxe in hand and stares down the other creatures before him.
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Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
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My good sir, Thy soul was bounded to the foul demon known by us as Draax. He has sent us to get him this stick, which has broken thy, and our, bonds to him. May I ask, whom are you?
as he says this he dips his head outside to look around. (Perception:6)
"Draxx....?" Sylas takes a moment before the memories come back to him. He looks at his worn and damaged armor and weaponry. How long was he contracted to Draxx? He couldn't remember.
"Sylas..." The Dread warrior looks over the field, Did they do all this? It's then he notices the Scepter tied to the Harpies back. "The...Relic..." His pausing between words is almost like he stops and tries to remember the right word.
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Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
As everyone is talking, no one hears anything out of the ordinary except for Saida. After helping place a blindfold on her companion, the harpy is able to hear a faint whimpering sound that seems to be coming from behind a pew on the far side of the monastery.
Hungry stops eating to look at the new creature. Sylas, was it? Hungry goes up to the.. thing and circles it, sniffing around the guy. He smells lit firce, but... this guy is dead? What! Hungry continues to circle the new man, hoping to get a reaction.
edut:Life Force, not lit firce, stupid auto correct
Zinnripple nods in agreement with Saida. "Indeed, our most despicable demon dung Draxx will not smile on our good favor."
The imp then spreads his wings, takes flight, and lands on the nearest bit of high ground, which happens to be Sylas' shoulder. "My fellow, friends..."(that word friends was a hard one for Zinn to utter) "...congratulations on your freedom, but we must consider the possibility that Draxx is aware of our situation--a situation that he won't like, I fear."
Who’s ready for a 0?
14
eh.... maybe?
if he fails to do so, he says Dear bird lady, ma’am, would you be so kind as to take the cloth from this body and put it on my head as to shield me from the light?
(yeah, Chatters can hear a whimper but cannot tell where it is coming from with the current perception score)
(The head with wings succeeds in raming the body and licking the face of the dead elf but cannot get the cloth off... (I bet you could ask a companion to do it for ya :D )
Unable to immediately discern the location of this whimpering. Chatters grabs one of the robed elven bodies and drags it along while searching for the whimpering.
Perception -> 14
Chatters still cannot tell where it is coming from....
(everyone else make me a perception check as well please)
12 Hungry is to busy devouring life force.
1
Perception for Zinnripple: 6
Chatters loses interest in this sound since he couldn't easily find it. Instead he turns his interest towards the elven body he is pulling around. He is going to take the robes off of the body and slide them over his torn up chainmail. He is also going to take the holy symbol off the body.
(damn... these rolls people :D )
(Someone should have brought something with Blindsight)
(So... Artemis? Perception check.)
“Well, Draax won’t be happy,” Saida said to Zinripple, her expression pleased. She ripped a strip of cloth from one of the nearest bodies, using it to tie the scepter securely to her back. When Odysseus spoke to her, she scowled slightly. “I am not ‘Bird Lady.’ My name is Saida.” Regardless, she knelt and tied the cloth over the winged head’s eyes.
Perception: 7
Jubilant/Tiefling/Warlock/The Guardians of Kinloran
Kalahari/Earth Genasi/Cleric/Eternal Warfare
Gin/Goblin/Cleric/Hidden Heroes
Suneni/Dragonborn/Monk/The Burning Dead
Thank you, Ma’am Bird Lady.
A suit of armor begins to stir on the ground, The hollow eyes in the helm alight with a blue-ish arcane energy as it immediately rights itselfs. The same blue energy begins to seep from the crevices and holes in the armor. A tattered and torn black cape hanging from the Pauldrons, the armor stands and looks about at the other creatures. One gauntlet covered hand removes the helm to reveal a Charred and black skull, where the eyes would be instead there is that same blue energy but more focused and much brighter. It reaches to the dirt and picks up a very worn,rusty but still deadly sharp battleaxe before putting the helm back over the skeletal visage.
Beneath the helm a hollow voice echoes forth, Given a echo effect by the helm itself but the voice is akin to loud whispers.
"What....has... happened?" Sylas now standing grips the battleaxe in hand and stares down the other creatures before him.
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
My good sir, Thy soul was bounded to the foul demon known by us as Draax. He has sent us to get him this stick, which has broken thy, and our, bonds to him. May I ask, whom are you?
as he says this he dips his head outside to look around. (Perception:6)
"Draxx....?" Sylas takes a moment before the memories come back to him. He looks at his worn and damaged armor and weaponry. How long was he contracted to Draxx? He couldn't remember.
"Sylas..." The Dread warrior looks over the field, Did they do all this? It's then he notices the Scepter tied to the Harpies back. "The...Relic..." His pausing between words is almost like he stops and tries to remember the right word.
Malenia - [Monk - Way of the Jedi] - Auryn: Princess of Destiny
As everyone is talking, no one hears anything out of the ordinary except for Saida. After helping place a blindfold on her companion, the harpy is able to hear a faint whimpering sound that seems to be coming from behind a pew on the far side of the monastery.
Hungry stops eating to look at the new creature. Sylas, was it? Hungry goes up to the.. thing and circles it, sniffing around the guy. He smells lit firce, but... this guy is dead? What! Hungry continues to circle the new man, hoping to get a reaction.
edut:Life Force, not lit firce, stupid auto correct
Zinnripple nods in agreement with Saida. "Indeed, our most despicable demon dung Draxx will not smile on our good favor."
The imp then spreads his wings, takes flight, and lands on the nearest bit of high ground, which happens to be Sylas' shoulder. "My fellow, friends..." (that word friends was a hard one for Zinn to utter) "...congratulations on your freedom, but we must consider the possibility that Draxx is aware of our situation--a situation that he won't like, I fear."
My good sir, I have already said so! We should get out of here!