Tomb of Bondage
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				Title: <strong>Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 00:05:55</strong>
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				In the far reaches of the world, under a lost and lonely hill, lies the sinister Tomb of Horrors. Terrible traps,strange and ferocious monsters, rich and magical treasures, and an evil demilich fill this labyrinthine crypt.Somewhere under a lost and lonely hill of grim and foreboding aspect lies a labyrinthine crypt filled with terrible traps and not a few strong and fero c i o u s monsters to slay the unwary. Rich tre a s u res both precious and magical fill the crypt, but in addition to the aforementioned guardians, some say a demilich still wards his final haunt. (Be warned that tales told have it that this being possesses powers that make him nearly undefeatable!) Accounts relate that adventurers have an extremely low probability of ever finding the chamber where the demilich Acererak lingers, for the passages and rooms of the tomb are fraught with terrible traps, poison gases, and magical protections. Furthermore, the demilich has hidden his lair so well, that even those who avoid the pitfalls likely will not locate their true goal. So only large and well-prepared parties of the bravest and strongest should even consider the attempt, and if they do locate the tomb, they must be prepared to fail. And now,this tomb has become home to a cult. The details are scarce, but rumors of cloaked figures abducting young women and taking them into the tomb have been spreading.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 01:16:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/fp43o7.jpg)<br>Alice - Character Sheet (http://3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?user=Alice%20Ironsoul)<br><strong>Level 10 Paladin</strong></div><br><br>It was in the local town here on the outskirts of civilization that Alice first heard the rumors of the cult.&nbsp; She had been walking with her companion Trakas for days now and they had only recently entered this barely noticeable town.&nbsp; Her high-heeled, steel boots clanked loudly on the muddy cobblestone streets as she walked beside the man and her long, nearly purple hair swished behind her in the morning breeze.&nbsp; Overall, the girl&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps she was blessed by the gods she worshiped or perhaps it was just good breeding, but the paladin appeared quite young, no more than 17 despite the fact that she was in her young 20's.&nbsp; She had lovely, pale white skin and keen blue eyes that showed her kindness.&nbsp; The paladin was garbed much like one would expect - a steel breastplate that covered her front yet left her back bare in a fashionable design.&nbsp; The steel boots rose up all the way above her knees yet left her upper thighs bare aside from a simple cotton blue skirt that draped down to mid thigh.&nbsp; Lastly, at her side she wore a rather regal looking longsword that draped off of her belt in a sheath.&nbsp; Had it not been for the rain and mud that ruined her otherwise impeccable armor, she'd come across as something straight out of a fairy tale.<br><br>She and Trakas were an odd pair, though by no means a bad fit.&nbsp; Both were eager slayers of all things evil and had actually met on a quest to root out a necromancer a few months ago.&nbsp; Because they seemed to work well together, they had formed a small team and had been questing together ever since.&nbsp; Besides..Trakas as somewhat of a wandering hermit was rather easy to please..something which she liked considering her royal upbringing.<br><br>Now, with Trakas at her side she stepped into the wet, disgusting looking town.&nbsp; In all honesty it probably wasn't that bad..but anything not clean and well lit tended to depress the rather 'high and mighty' girl.&nbsp; As they stepped into the town, her boots made loud slurping noises in the muddy path.&nbsp; As they walked, they stumbled across a large crowd..perhaps some ten mercenary-types that all seemed to be huddled together reading from some sort of job board.&nbsp; Of course...adventures were Alice's middle name so she could not help but be interested.&nbsp; The short girl glanced up at her taller companion and nodded towards the group before she walked on ahead.&nbsp; Arriving at the job board and pushing aside the smelly middle aged 'wanna-be' mercenaries, she now was able to read the quest that had been pinned up.<br><br>It appeared as if women..and perhaps a few men...had gone missing from the town for a few weeks now.&nbsp; What's more, there was note of some sort of mysterious cult.&nbsp; Alice's interest was peaked...cults and missing civilians?&nbsp; This was exactly what paladins were made for!&nbsp; Of course..the fact that the quest ad also posted there'd be a sizable reward also interested her.&nbsp; She had gathered most of her equipment from previous quests, most of which were with Trakas, and she'd actually grown quite excited to find more useful loot.&nbsp; Her boots were starting to show their age and a nice pair of magical stockings might look nice with her skirt too.&nbsp; Regardless, after reading from the board, Alice turned back to her companion with an eager smile.&nbsp; Ripping the piece of paper off of the job board, the paladin walked back towards Trakas before pushing the wet parchment up to him.&nbsp; <br><br>Not even waiting to let him read, the girl led on, <strong>"Comon..read that on the way.&nbsp; We've got ourselves another quest already and it looks quite profitable...er...I mean important."</strong>&nbsp; Noding towards the local inn thjat was also the largest building in town, she led the way, <strong>"However, let's go see if we can find out more from any officials or someone..they're sure to be gathered in the inn."</strong>&nbsp; She walked off towards the building slowly and confidently, though she'd wait for her companion before stepping inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 14:54:18</strong>
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				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Small Town<br><br>Where Alice had been miserable and wet for their whole trek that morning, Trakas had been dry and comfortable from the knees up, swigging hot tea from a flask. He had long extolled the virtues of an enchanted travelling cloak to the younger woman, and as the grey-green fabric of his kept him warm and dry despite the pouring rain, this seemed another day to prove him right. Roland, of course, was quite at home in the rain; the worst it did to the dinosaur was dilute the poison on his spines. The bearded druid stood in stark contrast to the young paladin; where she wore (normally) gleaming armor, he wore simple, deerskin robes, faded&nbsp; from excessive use. Where her skin was soft and pale, his was tanned and weathered from long years in the wilderness, and it made him look years older than thirty-two. His rough, brown beard, the only hair on his head visible from under his hood, stood sharply opposite to her long, purple hair. Still, though the dull, dark grey of his eyes stood out much less than Alice's bright blues, they showed the same warm kindness.<br><br>As the pair approached the gate, the two militia on duty had bristled their spears at the sight of the eight foot tall, reptilian predator Trakas had raised from an egg. Still, when the druid showed his brand, stated his name, and said that the fleshraker was his companion, the men had let the animal pass. Though Trakas Lionheart would likely not go down in legend, for the time being he was well-known in this region. Still, he could not blame them. At nearly 350 pounds of muscle, mottled green scales, poisonous spines, claws, and teeth, and of course, the bright blue eyes that had ultimately given the creature his name, Roland cut an intimidating figure. He was built like a large velociraptor, though Alice had seen him run on all fours when charging prey in the past. Still, the druid was quite fond of him, and the beast seemed as harmless as a kitten when at play with his master; though, of course, she'd also seen Roland behave as one would expect of a green-scaled killing machine.<br><br>Trakas stood back as Alice shouldered into the crowd, not wanting Roland to make too much of a stir. He slid a thumb through the strap of his well-worn, well-crafted backpack, magically enchanted to hold much more than it should. For the time being, the druid had left his staff, which he honestly used as little more than a walking stick, in the pack; it would have simply gotten stuck in the mud on a day like this. As the girl came back and hurried him along, the man raised an eyebrow as he read over the flyer. Though her excitement may have been a tad misused, there was no denying that the members of such a nefarious cult needed to be eradicated... but the rumors of where they had been taking the victims disturbed him even more than the reports. The Tomb of Horrors. Few even had an inkling where it was, and fewer still knew any details of what lay inside. But many had heard tales of the place's foul reputation, and the druid was one such individual. The thought gave him chills of fear.<br><br>But the thought of being able to bury such a place forever, to seal off such a lair of evil? That thought was much stronger than the fear.<br><br>"Look here," the druid said in a deep voice as Roland padded along behind them, "This says that we should seek out Lethiel Loreweaver at the inn; that she may be able to find the Tomb, if a party capable of braving its dangers is assembled. Maybe you should read some time, instead of jumping off as soon as you find a hint at treasure." He grinned and chuckled at that, teasing the girl for her less-than-scrupulous love for rewards. Trakas held the top of the door to the inn, allowing Alice to be the first one into the building before striding in behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>24-02-2013, 06:49:53</strong>
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				Lethiel Loreweaver, Oracle of Aluthriel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520092)<br>Location: Local Tavern<br><br>The note that the duo of adventurers found, one of many posted up around town, instructed those interested to head to the Dancing Dryad Inn, the only local drinking and lodging establishment that the small town of Elmtree Vale possessed, and ask for one Lethiel Loreweaver.&nbsp; An elven wizard of some skill and renown, member in good standing of the Arcane Order, and divinely-inspired oracle of the goddess Aluthriel the Stargazer, the Lady Lethiel Loreweaver certainly possessed the expertise necessary to uncover the location of the legendary Tomb of Horrors.&nbsp; She would also be easy to recognize on sight, possessing the grace and beauty of the elves in abundance.&nbsp; Simple white robes adorned a lithe, supple frame, filled out in just the right places by her body's natural curves.&nbsp; Her waist-length hair was platinum-blonde in coloration, a natural enough color for a grey elf such as herself, and together with her violet eyes, there was little chance that she would blend into a crowd.<br><br>If the duo wished to find her, however, they would not see her anywhere in the inn's common room.&nbsp; Grey elves were a reclusive people by nature, the vast majority of them having withdrawn from the world at large in favor of their secluded mountain citadels.&nbsp; Non-elves were almost never welcomed into those settlements, and even though she had left home in order to see the outside world for herself, she still had little tolerance for mixed company.&nbsp; As such, sitting around drinking and listening to common village gossip held no interest for her.<br><br>Instructions had been left with the barkeep, however.&nbsp; Anyone asking for Lethiel Loreweaver by name would be directed to her room upstairs, where she would be ready and waiting to interview any prospective adventurers who wished to apply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 03:34:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/fp43o7.jpg)<br>Alice - Character Sheet (http://3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?user=Alice%20Ironsoul)<br><strong>Level 10 Paladin</strong><br>Location - Dancing Dryad Inn</div><br><br>Leading the way towards the inn, her shining armor and pink flesh soaking with rain water and her thigh high boots covered in wet mud, Alice walked ahead of her companion.&nbsp; Of course, Trakas was dry and comfortable...as he always seemed to be.&nbsp; The only reason she did not simply buy a similar cloak to his was purely out of pride at this point.&nbsp; Being wet was more favorable to the proud girl than being proven wrong.&nbsp; Already she was looking forward to the chance of being inside next to a fire...things could only get better with a proper bath!&nbsp; Of course...it a town of this size clean bathing was usually not all that enjoyable so no doubt she'd have to find a hot spring or something later.&nbsp; Regardless, at least being out of the rain would be better.<br><br>She glanced over her armored shoulder as Trakas spoke up to her, informing the eager paladin about Lethiel.&nbsp; She rose an eyebrow in annoyance as he criticized her about being over eager, even causing a light blush to appear on her usually stoic face.&nbsp; This was not the first time he had said such things nor would it be the last more than likely.&nbsp; Regardless, he was a Druid after all...and druids had a way of being right..something that annoyed her.&nbsp; She didn't address his criticism, but did respond, <strong>"Ah..well then lets go looking for this Ms. Loreweaver then.&nbsp; Perhaps we can even get her to accompany us if she proves to be worthwhile."</strong>&nbsp; She nearly laughed at the thought that the cult was in the so called Tomb of Horrors...certainly Trakas didn't actually think the place existed..did he?<br><br>Overall, she rather enjoyed working with the Druid and his tall reptilian companion.&nbsp; At first of course she had been rather untrusting, if not afraid, of the beast.&nbsp; But over time she had come to accept him and had even come to pet him affectionately on the rare occasion.&nbsp; However, seeing such a thing tear an enemy limb from limb did keep doubt in her mind still about Roland's...affections.&nbsp; As for Trakas, despite the face that he always seemed to be telling her what was best for her...enchanted traveling cloaks...actually reading ads all the way through...she did enjoy working with him.&nbsp; They got along well, even joked quite commonly.&nbsp; But their friendship had never developed into anything 'more'..at least not to her.&nbsp; She prided herself as a stoic member of the paladin order and would never resort to admitting that she more than liked any male..regardless of how handsome or smart he was.&nbsp; Perverted thoughts had gone through her mind many times in the past few weeks, but of course she had simply put them down and reminded herself what she was.<br><br>As Trakas held open the wooden door for her to walk in the girl offered him a smile of thanks before doing just that.&nbsp; Once inside the Dancing Dryad Inn and Tavern, she glanced around the rather dirty looking place.&nbsp; Not seeing any respectable looking women around that might be Ms. Loreweaver, Alice resorted to the next best source of information.&nbsp; Stepping up to the counter and leaving Trakas behind once more, the Human female eyed the fat barkeeper in order to get his attention.&nbsp; At this point she was still dripping water and bringing in mud..but she didn't seem to even notice.&nbsp; After offering the innkeeper a few polite smiles and flirty head motions she was able to obtain the information she desired.&nbsp; Turning to look at Trakas again, the girl motioned to the steps that would lead up to the actual rooms.<br><br>The paladin girl waited for Trakas to join her at the base of the steps before she filled him in on what she had learned from the innkeeper.&nbsp; <strong>"Right..so turns out this Ms. Loreweaver has a room rented upstairs.&nbsp; What's more...word is she's a Grey Elf.&nbsp; Let's go pay her a visit shall we and see if she can tell us where to look?"</strong>&nbsp; Alice led the way up the creaky wooden steps.&nbsp; Of course, the slope of the stairs was such that the Druid might have a good chance to glance up her short blue skirt, though Alice of course had not meant for her round rear and purple underwear to be on display.&nbsp; As she approached the door which the innkeeper had directed her to, she glanced once more back to Trakas before knocking on the wooden door to the private room loudly, <strong>"Ms. Loreweaver?&nbsp; We're here about the quest ad...are you in there?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 04:53:05</strong>
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				Lethiel Loreweaver, Oracle of Aluthriel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520092)<br>Location: Local Tavern<br><br><strong>"Just a moment, please."</strong>&nbsp; Ah, finally, an answer to the ad she'd put out!&nbsp; Between the cult's recent activity and the reputation of the legendary Tomb of Horrors, Lethiel had not been planning to stay in the village for too long.&nbsp; With her goddess directing her to this village specifically, she had been expecting to be kept waiting only a day or two at most.&nbsp; She would find worthy adventuring companions, lead them to the Tomb, and between her expertise and whatever skills they possessed, they would defeat the devious traps contained within, oust the vile cult from their headquarters, and rescue those poor maidens who had been stolen away from their homes.&nbsp; That had been the expectation she had come to the village with, but then a week had passed without so much as a single applicant for the quest, and she had even overheard a few groups of seasoned adventurers gossiping about her ads, calling the whole thing a fool's errand and asserting that the Tomb didn't exist.<br><br>Well...&nbsp; Actually, it had been less that she'd overheard them, and more that she used magic to spy on them, so frustrated had she become at the lack of interest they were showing in her advertisement, but still.&nbsp; It had been incredibly discouraging to hear.<br><br>Now, though, her patience had been rewarded!&nbsp; Someone had come to answer the advertisement, and her use of the word 'we' showed that she wasn't alone, at that!&nbsp; Could she have attracted the attention of an entire party of skilled adventurers?<br><br>Excited at the prospect of finally having her fliers answered, the grey elf spent several seconds frantically setting the room she had rented in order.&nbsp; Papers covered in arcane scribblings, the magical research she had been doing to pass the time while she waited, were gathered from the walls and floor and shuffled into a neat little pile, then stuffed under the mattress of the bed.&nbsp; Chairs were moved out from the wall they had been stored next to and placed in an orderly arrangement in the middle of the room, so that she could conduct the interview comfortably.&nbsp; And finally, with a small effort of will and the channeling of some of her stored power, the very elemental force of air itself was put at her command, and woven into the shape of a living being, one roughly the size of a child or a large dog.<br><br>A command spoken in the ancient and instinctive language of such creatures of the air sent it scurrying off to open the door, while she spent a last few seconds straightening out her clothing and otherwise making her appearance presentable.&nbsp; Then, she turned to greet her visitors.<br><br><strong>"Greetings.&nbsp; Please, enter."</strong>&nbsp; Gesturing for them to both enter and have a seat if they so desired, she stepped back slightly, to give them room to do so and to get a better look at what could well be her adventuring companions in the weeks ahead.<br><br>First up was a female human.&nbsp; She looked young and strong, and with the sword she carried at her side, it was clear that she was some sort of warrior.&nbsp; More surprising was the fact that she had somehow managed to both dress in a highly revealing manner that showed off much of her body, and yet simultaneously keep herself protected by heavy armor.&nbsp; Perhaps it was glamered armor, enchanted to both protect and reveal at the same time?<br><br>She was accompanied by a male human, one who appeared to be at least a decade her senior.&nbsp; Too much of an age difference for them to be a mated pair, from what the elf understood of human lifespans.&nbsp; Perhaps a father and daughter, then?&nbsp; Or would there need to be more of an age difference for that to be the case?&nbsp; Either way, between the bizarre reptilian... thing that accompanied the male and his complete lack of armor, it was at least clear that he was a man with a deep connection to nature, and likely a druid, rather than a ranger.<br><br>And after that... no one.&nbsp; Only two, then...&nbsp; Or, well, two and a half, counting the animal companion.&nbsp; Disappointing, but after a week of nothing at all, Lethiel wasn't going to complain about this sudden turn of luck.&nbsp; Putting on a smile, she decided to mask her disappointment with politeness, instead.<br><br><strong>"As I'm sure you already know, my name is Lethiel Loreweaver, and I am a Wizard and Oracle of Aluthriel the Stargazer.&nbsp; What are your names and areas of expertise?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 07:56:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/fp43o7.jpg)<br>Alice - Character Sheet (http://3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?user=Alice%20Ironsoul)<br><strong>Level 10 Paladin</strong></div><br>As the door opened with a small gust of wind dissipating over herself and Trakas causing her small blue skirt to swish up around her upper thighs for the slightest of moments.&nbsp; Alice found herself looking into a rather well kept room - at least in comparison to the rest of the dirty inn.&nbsp; The Grey Elf standing in the middle of the small room was perhaps even more out of place.&nbsp; She appeared to be quite beautiful, though Alice also thought she appeared mysterious.&nbsp; Clad in a simple white robe that showed off her figure nicely, already the paladin thought that she looked the part of a wizard.<br><br>Regardless, as she stood there in the doorway with her Druid companion behind her, Alice offered the Elf a reassuring smile and nod before responding to the question, <strong>"My name is Alice and I am a Holy Paladin of the Order of Dawn.&nbsp; I specialize in close quarters combat, undead slaying, and smiting evil villains of this world."</strong>&nbsp; As she finished introducing herself, Alice couldn't help but offer a grin - it was always interesting seeing people's reactions as they found out they had a Paladin on their hands - at least she thought so.<br><br>For the moment she stood in the doorway.&nbsp; Turning to look over her partially bare shoulder the Paladin glanced at Trakas as she allowed him to introduce himself.&nbsp; She kept a gauntlet clad hand on the pommel of her sheathed sword if only to make herself look more professional and dangerous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 09:36:34</strong>
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				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Dancing Dryad Inn, Second Floor<br><br>Trakas had considered leaving Roland outside the inn, but decided against it; he would not leave his friend cold and wet in the rain while he was dry inside the inn. The Druid cast back his hood as he stepped through the door, revealing a head of shaggy, brown hair, trimmed to keep it more-or-less level with his chin, but otherwise unkempt. The male let Alice gather their information as he always did. Though he knew the questions to ask, even when her physical charms were not of use, Alice was the more charismatic of the pair. As he surveyed the inn, he felt a nudge against his shoulder. Trakas turned to the dinosaur with a bemused smirk. "Oh fine,&nbsp; you pest," the Druid teased, scratching the reptile under his chin.<br><br>The man wordlessly nodded as Alice reported her information. The thought of a Grey Elf suffused him with just the smallest hint of dread; Trakas had been given the unfortunate pleasure of interacting with the mountain elves before. While they were nothing short of striking visually, their social skills often left much to be desired. The experience had been trying, to say the least.<br><br>Roland practically shouldered the Druid out of the way as the trio climbed up the stairs. Trakas responded by shouldering back and his pet let out a short, reptilian bark as he hit the wall. The dinosaur climbed on all fours up the elevated surface, as he frequently did while sprinting... or preparing to leap into the air and pounce. Trakas politely averted his eyes from the tempting picture Alice presented; while he did not have her scruples concerning more carnal pleasures, he did his best to respect them. She was a good friend, and a great companion. Her personality complemented him even better than her different area of expertise did; their approaches to problem-solving were often wildly different.<br><br>Trakas waited silently, getting a pretty good idea of what Lethiel was doing from what his ears told him. The Druid was sharp of both sight and hearing, something that had saved both of their skins on multiple occasions. He raised a brow in curiosity as he recognized the elemental for what it was. Though the thing was small and a good deal less than powerful, that she would summon one for so trivial a purpose displayed a fair mastery of magic. Perhaps she could help them after all.<br><br>The Druid turned his attentions to the Elf herself. The first thing he noticed was how small she was; no matter how much time he spent with the fair folk (a good number of Druids were Elves), it never ceased to amuse him how short they could be. He stood a full foot above her, though he himself was less than six feet tall. Still, the impression that followed immediately after was her beauty; the woman was gorgeous, to be sure. That was a fortunate thing. Trakas tried not to allow women to manipulate him with their sexuality, but if she was anything like her brethren, her physical appeal would help to take the edge off some of her words.<br><br>The male looked to Roland, and muttered a word of the Druids' secret language. Trakas had taught the dinosaur all of his commands in that language; it made it exceedingly unlikely that an enemy would understand the words. His companion fell to all fours, walked a tight circle, then curled up into a ball on the ground in the hallway. The Druid stepped forward, looking over Alice's shoulder. <strong>"My name is Trakas the Lion-Hearted, or Lionheart for short. There's a story behind that title, should you like to hear it some time. I am a Druid by trade, though I think you may have already determined that. Though he is no deity and I do not worship him as such, my patron is Talisid the Celestial Lion, of the Companions,"</strong> Trakas said as he introduced himself in turn. The introduction was almost robotic; he gave the same speech to nearly every person he was required to give his name, though some small details of wording changed, and occasionally he threw in an extra phrase.<br><br>The Druid teasingly nudged Alice's blocking form. <strong>"May we come in?"</strong> he asked, as much to the Paladin as to the Wizard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 22:59:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/fp43o7.jpg)<br>Alice - Character Sheet (http://3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?user=Alice%20Ironsoul)<br><strong>Level 10 Paladin</strong></div><br>Feeling the Druid just behind one of her shoulders Alice waited for Trakas to introduce himself before she took the liberty of stepping inside the small private room.&nbsp; By now most of the mud that she had tracked in from outside had collected on the stairs and hallway so she didn't make a mess.&nbsp; She did take care to step lightly though since the room looked newly cleaned..no sense in annoying a potential employer.<br><br>Taking the Elf up on her offer Alice offered Lethiel a smile still before she walked over to one of the seats set out.&nbsp; She fixed her loose skirt around her thighs and crossed her long legs at mid thigh.&nbsp; Glancing back over to where she had left Trakas, the paladin tried to determine what he was thinking.&nbsp; This always proved to be difficult since the man had a habit of remaining stoic.&nbsp; Regardless, Alice sensed some for of hesitation in him, though she could not determine from what.&nbsp; Turning back to face the Elf, Alice continued.&nbsp; <strong>"So, from what is said on this quest ad it sounds like you are the person to meet.&nbsp; Where exactly are these cultists and what possible threats are we in store for?&nbsp; Surely that bit about the Tomb of Horrors is a joke...right?"</strong><br><br>Alice rose an eyebrow in speculation at that last part of her questions, her keen blue eyes glancing between the Elf and man to see if they would be speculative as well about the Tomb's existence.<br><br>As she sat swinging a boot clad foot in front of herself, Alice had the opportunity to glance over the Elf.&nbsp; The woman certainly looked magical..but then again they all did.&nbsp; Perhaps she might even be useful on the actual quest.&nbsp; However, for now Alice did not bother to ask if she'd be joining them...better to wait and find out first before possibly being rude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>27-02-2013, 07:54:52</strong>
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				Lethiel Loreweaver, Oracle of Aluthriel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520092)<br>Location: Rented Room at Local Tavern<br><br>Ah, so Lethiel's guess about the Druid had been accurate.&nbsp; Known as the Lion-Hearted, and a follower of Talisid...&nbsp; He would undoubtedly make an excellent companion.&nbsp; As for his companion...&nbsp; The elf had allowed herself a moment of surprise at first, when the woman had declared herself a Paladin.&nbsp; It was more than a little unexpected for one who still looked so young to have had enough self-awareness to recognize and answer the call that supposedly led all Paladins to their destiny.&nbsp; She also found herself revising her estimations of the young woman's capabilities, moving her up several steps from the position she had held before.&nbsp; A Paladin would be of much more use in a fight than any mere warrior could ever be.<br><br>The Oracle waited until both of her guests were either seated or had made it clear that they would remain standing before she took a seat of her own.&nbsp; Now that basic introductions had been made, it was time to talk about the details of the actual job that she wanted performed.<br><br><strong>"An excellent set of questions."</strong>&nbsp; She answered, when Alice moved the conversation over to the very topic she had been about to bring up.&nbsp; <strong>"To begin with that last question, I am afraid that the Tomb of Horrors is no joke.&nbsp; Carved out of the earth centuries, perhaps millennia ago by the foul magic of the Lich Acererak so that he might have a secure place to conduct his magical research, it is a place that is every bit as dangerous as the stories told about it, filled with fiendishly-clever traps and many deadly monsters.&nbsp; I know not if the lich himself still frequents this old haunt, as it is possible that his research may have led him to other planes of existence by now, but my divinations have shown that the Tomb is currently in use by another party.<br><br>"This is the cult spoken of in my advertisement.&nbsp; Fanatics who misguidedly worship the Lich who built the Tomb, they are responsible for the abduction of several young women from the surrounding area, including three from this very town.&nbsp; You can ask around to hear the rumors of their activities for yourselves; I have confirmed the truth of these reports with my magic.&nbsp; They exist, they are kidnapping young women, and they are taking them into the Tomb."</strong><br><br>And thus, Lethiel managed to both answer the questions put to her and give a convenient list of the threats that would be in store for their little adventuring party.&nbsp; Clever traps and deadly monsters designed and put into place by an ancient and terrible evil, and a cult of lunatics who had dedicated themselves to the service of that very same evil, to the point of setting up their headquarters in a Gygaxian maze, merely because said evil had built it.&nbsp; It was a tall order, to be sure...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 08:09:52</strong>
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				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Dancing Dryad Inn, Second Floor<br><br>Trakas took his seat as Alice asked whether the Tomb was real, lifting his right leg and resting his foot on his knee. The Druid folded his hands comfortably in his lap. Trakas had always believed in the place. If Acererak was real, and he most certainly was, then something like the Tomb of Horrors was certainly within the demilich's power.<br><br>As Lethiel confirmed the rumors, the Druid sighed, looking to his pet with a sad smile. Trakas' morality and patron both demanded that he enter the Tomb to rescue the victims and disband the cult, by force if necessary. But the legends of that vile place were nothing short of terrifying, and the Elf had also confirmed those concerning the dungeon's nature; a place of traps, monsters, and death. Trakas looked from Roland to Alice then. He hated descending into dungeons. He was at home in the forests; there, he was in control, he was at his most powerful, and little could surprise him. But in a dark, vile place buried in the earth... there, the Druid was vulnerable. More importantly, his friends were vulnerable. That was the true reason Trakas Lionheart hated dangerous places like the Tomb of Horrors. He always went in wondering if his friends would come out alive. The ever-stoic Druid kept his doubts to himself, though. They served no real purpose. Trakas was the water that tempered others' heated passions. He was always collected, because he had to be. His questions were the important things at that moment.<br><br>Roland padded along surprisingly quietly, lying down closer to his master. The Druid idly stroked his companion's head. <strong>"I have two questions. The first is rather light. What would you prefer us to call you?"</strong> Trakas asked with a gentle smile. It was the kind of smile you would expect from a man many years older than the Druid. He swallowed, clearing his throat for his second, much more important question. While he doubted that she would be unable to -- why would she have placed the advertisement on the quest board if she could not? - it was best to verify these things. While he certainly hoped that she was more suited to the task than himself, nature's gifts included some spells that would be of aid if they were necessary.<br><br><strong>"Can you locate the Tomb of Horrors?"</strong> the Druid asked in a dry voice. He reached into his cloak, grasping the magical flask and taking another drink of the hot tea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>01-03-2013, 19:53:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/fp43o7.jpg)<br>Alice - Character Sheet (http://3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?user=Alice%20Ironsoul)<br><strong>Level 10 Paladin</strong><br>Location: Inn<br></div><br>Alice remained seated as the Elf responded to her questions.&nbsp; Her arms were crossed just underneath of her steel chest breasts and her long legs were crossed mid thigh so that the flesh of her upper legs rubbed up against one another.&nbsp; One armored foot rocked back and forth in front of her as the other rested squarely on the wooden floor of the inn room.&nbsp; She kept her keen blue eyes focused on the Elf as if to detect any hint of deception.<br><br>Even so, as she sat there, Alice had no reason to believe the Elf was lying...even if she was admitting that this tomb actually existed.&nbsp; For the most part Alice's face remained emotionless, but she did betray as small hint of surprise and worry.&nbsp; If the stories of the tomb were true...this might not actually be a walk in the part after all.&nbsp; What's more, this idea of traps made the girl worried since among the three of them they lacked a rogue.<br><br>As Trakas asked his own set of questions, Alice continued. <strong> "Better yet...can you lead us there or perhaps even come with us all the way?&nbsp; If what stories and rumors I've heard of this place are true...we can use all the help we can manage."</strong>&nbsp; Alice glanced back over towards Trakas as if to see if he was worried at all.&nbsp; Of course, the man rarely betrayed any emotion and she was unable to tell. <br><br>By now Alice was leaning forward in her chair in a mix of excitement and eagerness.&nbsp; The long bangs of her light hair had fallen in her face before she had to reach upwards and brush them away.&nbsp; <strong>"And if you can join us..when can we start?&nbsp; These villagers sound like they need help immediately!"</strong>&nbsp; Alice always was one to be over zealous to act and at the idea of looting an infamous tomb like this she was even more excited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 06:43:07</strong>
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				Lethiel Loreweaver, Oracle of Aluthriel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520092)<br>Location: Rented Room at Local Tavern<br><br><strong>"Lethiel is fine."</strong>&nbsp; The next few questions were fairly simple to answer.&nbsp; The Wizard had already made up her mind on what her course of action would be when she found a suitable group to brave the Tomb's dangers.&nbsp; <strong>I can locate the Tomb, and will happily guide you to it.&nbsp; I intend to accompany you on every step of the journey, in fact, as I believe that my magical expertise will allow me to defeat the Tomb's traps quite handily.&nbsp; The monsters I will leave to the two of you.&nbsp; As for when we can set out...&nbsp; How much time will you need to prepare for departure?"</strong><br><br>The rest of the day could be spent preparing, and she would then call upon her goddess for insight in the evening.&nbsp; Assuming things went as planned, they could set out for the Tomb of Horrors in the morning, and perhaps be there within a day or two...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 02:04:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/fp43o7.jpg)<br>Alice - Character Sheet (http://3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?user=Alice%20Ironsoul)<br><strong>Level 10 Paladin</strong><br>Location: Inn<br></div><strong><br>Grinning eagerly, the paladin was already convinced that Lethiel would be a good companion.&nbsp; "Great, it's settled then.&nbsp; As for myself and my companion I believe we are ready to leave whenever you are."</strong>&nbsp; Alice glanced down at herself, still slightly wet from the rain, <strong>"Besides..I can't see how getting dry again would do me any favors."</strong><br><br>Of course, Alice didn't actually expect them to leave at that very instant.&nbsp; Instead she spent her time getting her sword resharpened and armor adjusted.&nbsp; She even found time to get some new, dry underclothes.&nbsp; Regardless, as the next day came Alice made sure to join up with Lethiel and Trakas for their journey out to the tomb.<br><br>(Skip ahead to tomb entrance?)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 11:11:07</strong>
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				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Dancing Dryad Inn, Second Floor<br><br>Trakas chuckled at Alice's reference to how wet she was. <strong>"The benefits of a good cloak, my dear. The benefits of a good cloak,"</strong> he chided. The Druid cleared his throat to speak more clearly. <strong>"I will only require a few hours. I will need some time to refresh my spell component pouch, as well as secure meat for Roland. Still, I can be prepared to leave at first light tomorrow morning. We may want to wait until then anyhow; hopefully the rain will let up,"</strong> Trakas explained.<br><br>The man stood, the tallest of the trio by a fair margin, and bowed. <strong>"It has been a pleasure to meet you, Lethiel Loreweaver. We shall meet you in the common room of the inn tomorrow morning. Alice, after I have seen to my chores, I will meet you back here to see about our sleeping accommodations for the evening. For now, I bid you both good day,"</strong> he said before striding out of the room at a slow, measured pace, calling out a command for Roland to follow. The dinosaur trotted along behind him on all fours, his tail nearly slapping Alice across the face.<br><br>The Druid and his pet got more than a few odd looks as they conducted their business for the day, but Trakas finished in a few hours, as he had predicted. The next day he stood with his two best friends, Alice and Roland, in the common room during the quiet of the early morning. He had produced the long, gnarled staff from his backpack to use as a walking stick, since the ground would probably be a little less like mud and a little more like dirt. He yawned, but said nothing, waiting patiently for Lethiel to join them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>06-03-2013, 15:38:50</strong>
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				Litherials attempts at discovering the location of the tomb would be either extremely easy or extremely hard. It would depend on her and how much she trusted easy answers. However no matter how deep she looked the difficult to uncover answer woul lead her back to the answer that jumped out right at the start.&nbsp; A mountain range less than a days journey away. The path was easy and quiet. And it was well maintained with signs of heavy travel.<br><br>About half way up the mountain there was a large flat area with room enough to set up camp. And someone had. A young couple that could have been adventurers if they hadn't gotten distracted with each other. They helped to show which path led through the mountain and which led further up into a less hospitable path that ended at a cave.<br><br>The cave was rather big and a simple exploration led to the discovery of five distinct paths. Only one of which seemed to be a natural extension of the cave. Another had pieces of broken caravans and damaged armor bits. The collected experience of the group would recognize it as signs of a raid. The armor and weaponary strongly implied the involvemnt of orc.<br><br>The final three were covered in webs and runes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>06-03-2013, 22:20:31</strong>
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				Lethiel Loreweaver, Oracle of Aluthriel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520092)<br>Location: Entrance to the Tomb of Horrors<br><br>Lethiel had no reason to doubt the results of her divinations.&nbsp; After all, each divination spell she cast was actually a flash of divine insight granted to her by her goddess.&nbsp; Getting such an unusually clear result was thus, to her, nothing more than a sign of the Starry Lady's blessing upon this noble quest.&nbsp; It was destiny that they would find this gods-forsaken Tomb, and clear out the vile cult that lay within.<br><br>To think that it was so close, though!&nbsp; Less than a day's ride was quite a convenient distance, though upon further reflection, such a close destination was also convenient for the cult, as well.&nbsp; And if the Tomb was truly so well-hidden that none had found it before now, then that explained quite well how the cult had been able to become such a blight upon the region.&nbsp; Either way, with the destination set, it was time to be off.<br><br>The day's travel up the mountain had been mostly uneventful, aside from a surprise or two along the way, (when they had first come upon the camp that young couple had set up, her mouth had been on his... well, suffice it to say the situation had been awkward for all involved,) and soon enough they reached what her divinations had revealed to be the beginnings of the Tomb.<br><br><strong>"Hmm, five paths...&nbsp; I think it safe to assume that only one will be the real entrance to the Tomb,"</strong>&nbsp; She theorized, turning to her traveling companions.&nbsp; <strong>"Any preferences on the path we'll be trying first?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>06-03-2013, 23:20:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/fp43o7.jpg)<br>Alice - Character Sheet (http://3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?user=Alice%20Ironsoul)<br><strong>Level 10 Paladin</strong><br></div><br>As Alice joined up with other two in the common room she simply rolled her bright blue eyes in annoyance.&nbsp; The previous day had been rather boring after meeting with the Elf Lethiel though she had been glad to have some free time in order to do that shopping she had wanted.&nbsp; Wearing her new dry undergarments with glee...her other ones were quite ruined now from the rain and mud...she was in a rather happy mood for the most part.&nbsp; Of course, the fact that she and the Druid had to share a room the previous night was not something she had been delighted about, but at least Trakas had been honorable enough to sleep on the floor and give her the bed.&nbsp; Now, rested and resupplied, she was more eager than ever to begin their adventure.&nbsp; Coming to a stop as she met them all in the common room of the inn from the day before she offered them both a nod in hello.&nbsp; Alice was quite the morning person and despite the fact that everyone else seemed to be sleepy in the small town, she was quite perky and awake.<br><br>As Lethiel led the way out of town and towards the direction of her divination.&nbsp; Up into the mountains?&nbsp; This tomb could be quite a good distance indeed and her high heeled steel boots were not all that comfortable to walk in over long hikes.&nbsp; Regardless, as they reached the foot of the mountain and came across the campers having 'fun', Alice could not help but blush a little.&nbsp; Despite her annoyance at the open signs of sex between the pair she made sure to keep her mouth shut until after they had assisted in redirecting the trio up the path.&nbsp; As they left the campers behind Alice simply rolled her eyes before voicing out loud to nobody in particular, <strong>"Darn young people...they should take more care in where they do such vulgar acts."</strong>&nbsp; Alice wasn't actually turned off by sex despite the fact that she was completely inexperienced in it.&nbsp; Mostly she was just reiterating the lessons she had learned as a child during her Paladin training.<br><br>Alice's mind was still thinking about the young couple from moments before as they approached the mouth of the cave.&nbsp; She nearly walked into the backside of Lethiel but somehow managed to stop herself just in time.&nbsp; Regardless, she shook her head in order to bring her thoughts out of thinking about sexuality.&nbsp; Because of the long walk and the humidity in the early morning Alice's skin had a light sheen of sweat on it though at least it wasn't as bad as the rain from the day before.&nbsp; Regardless, she could feel the occasional drop of condensation slide down in between her armored breasts causing a small tickle and her newly bought undergarments were already slightly sweaty as well.&nbsp; Of course, she'd never admit this to the others...she was a Paladin after all and Paladins never admitted to being uncomfortable in armor despite the heat it caused.<br><br>Raising an eyebrow as she glanced between the cave and the Elf Alice spoke, <strong>"Hm...well do we have any reason to assume orcs or goblins are associated with this cult?&nbsp; I'd imagine it's mostly made up of the more...ambitious sort."</strong>&nbsp; Placing her hands on her skirt clad hips she glanced around, <strong>"I vote we try the most natural looking path deeper into the actual cave...if a cult has been here I'd think those webs would have been cleared in their passing.&nbsp; What do you think Druid?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 01:09:34</strong>
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				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Mountain Cave<br><br>Trakas had not so much as batted an eyelash at the compromised position they had found the two in. It was a completely natural thing, so why would it bother one so close to nature as he? Well, perhaps it had bothered him a little bit, though in an entirely different manner from the way it flustered Alice. Still, bygones were bygones. Their concern now was the cave. Five branches... so much security, and they hadn't even entered the Tomb proper. Trakas reached into his pocket, clutching the magical acorn he'd created a few days ago. It brought him comfort, made him feel as though he were on a stroll through the woods of his home; from a more practical standpoint, it did exactly that, causing his spells to function as though he were standing in forested terrain if they gained some benefit from it.<br><br>Trakas examined all of the paths closely, while Roland sniffed at the air to see if his sharp nose could find anything the humans could not. That was a common tactic of theirs; if the fleshraker indicated that he had found something, Trakas would cast a spell to allow himself to speak with the animal. The Orcs were probably not related to their mission, but from the looks of their haul, needed to be dealt with regardless. Perhaps now, perhaps later. Though they would indeed explore the natural tunnel, he also highly doubted that the Tomb would lay beyond the path of least resistance... though, from what he'd heard, everything would be more dangerous than it appeared. He examined the webs more closely, and in particular the runes that accompanied them. <strong>"I think that the Tomb would be past the most heavily guarded entrance. What's more, I don't think these webs are natural. Look at these,"</strong> the Druid replied, indicating the runes with a gesture of his staff. <strong>"Lethiel, I think this is your area of expertise more than mine. Take a look, would you?"</strong> Trakas asked after responding to Alice's remarks, looking over to the Elf.<br><br>He turned back to his Paladin friend as the diminutive woman worked. <strong>"But invading the Tomb cannot be our only consideration. We should find a secure location to establish a base camp. You know I am next to useless if I cannot get enough rest, and I imagine Lethiel will be much the same,"</strong> Trakas added, pointing his staff down the natural corridor. <strong>"I have a spell that can shape the stone to seal that tunnel behind us, and open it in the morning, but we'll have to be sure it's secure before locking ourselves in. I will not be able to open it again before refreshing my spells."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 01:47:01</strong>
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				Lethiel Loreweaver, Oracle of Aluthriel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520092)<br>Location: Entrance to the Tomb of Horrors<br><br><strong>"As far as safely resting goes, I know and have prepared a suitable spell that should help us accomplish just that."</strong>&nbsp; Lethiel stated, while digging through her spell component bag in search of a particular magic wand she had purchased, just for this expedition.&nbsp; <strong>"The spell utilizes a length of rope to create an extradimensional space, the opening of which the rope can be pulled into while the spell is in effect to render the safe area nigh undetectable.&nbsp; Each casting of the spell will last up to ten hours, if necessary, and so long as neither of you snores, we should be able to use it to rest comfortably and regain our spellcasting abilities."</strong><br><br>Admittedly, she wouldn't relish being in such close quarters with two humans, but so long as they didn't try what that young couple were doing, it would be bearable for the duration of the quest.&nbsp; Finally finding the wand she had been searching for, Lethiel pulled it out, waving it around slightly to activate it.<br><br><strong><em>".cigaM tceteD"</em></strong>&nbsp; And with the spell cast, she would then need to concentrate for several seconds in order to allow the spell to reach full potency.&nbsp; Within the first six seconds would be the presence or absence of any magical auras within the 60 ft cone which the spell took effect in.&nbsp; Then, the next 6 seconds would reveal the number of different auras and the strength of the most potent one.&nbsp; Finally, after 18 seconds had passed, she would be able to ascertain the strength and location of each individual aura, and her own skills would assist her in determining the school of magic in play.<br><br>If the webs were unnatural, there would likely be a Conjuration effect in place...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 08:23:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/fp43o7.jpg)<br>Alice - Character Sheet (http://3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?user=Alice%20Ironsoul)<br><strong>Level 10 Paladin</strong><br></div><br><br>As the trio stood in the mouth of the cave studying the possible paths before them, the pink haired Paladin stood with hands on her hips.&nbsp; She of course had thought skipping any orcs and possible spiders was the best plan..but only because they didn't seem quite evil enough.&nbsp; Regardless, of the three she was probably the one with the least amount of experience dealing with caves so she let the Druid and Oracle discuss their ideas.&nbsp; She made sure to keep one hand close to the hilt of her sword - just in case.&nbsp; With orcs around one never could be too careful.<br><br>Once the Druid pointed to the runes Alice rose an eyebrow in surprise.&nbsp; He always had been the more observant one when she and he had been paired up so it wasn't too big of a surprise that he saw the runes.&nbsp; Regardless, Alice stepped forward with the others to get a better glance at the etchings.&nbsp; She agreed with Trakas about having Lethiel deal with determining what the nature of the things were.<br><br>As the two of them already considered their resting options Alice just rolled her eyes.&nbsp; She of course would have preferred to dive head first into this dungeon..but perhaps they were correct.&nbsp; Besides, while the pair of them rested Alice would have ample opportunity to bath herself..something she was eager to do at the moment since her body felt drenched in sweat already after that half a days walk.&nbsp; Regardless, she had no personal preference in the matter so kept her voice quiet for the moment.&nbsp; Though she was a little worried that Roland might give them away if they used the Elf's hiding method.<br><br>At first sight of the wand Alice made sure to step back.&nbsp; She had never quite been comfortable around arcane magics..it always reminded the slender girl of demons and dragons.&nbsp; Regardless, she allowed the Oracle to work her spell without interference.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 21:35:26</strong>
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				The ladies moved to the middle of the room, Alice keeping an eye on the path that showed signs of orcs. The natural path was directly opposite that path, and unless otherwise commanded Roland was keeping an eye on that. The remaining three paths were being closely inspected by the druid, while the oracle attempted to find something unnatural about the webs that covered them.<br><br>The magical detection confirmed the druids natural instinct - these webs were natural. However, the spell was not wasted. Magic was indeed in the room, and centered around those three arches. However, it was not the webs that were magic. The magic was centered on the ruins. They were covered by a Transmutation of some sort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 05:11:53</strong>
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				<strong>"The webbing does not appear to be magical in nature,"</strong>&nbsp; Lethiel confirmed, after several seconds of concentration.&nbsp; <strong>"The archways into the three web-covered paths, however, have been enchanted somehow.&nbsp; The school of magic is transmutation, a school based around altering things.&nbsp; At a guess, I would say that either anyone passing through one of the archways is altered somehow, or else passing through the archways causes them to be somehow altered.&nbsp; The roof may collapse or the archways may become walled-off dead ends, something along those lines."</strong><br><br>Either way, since they were clearly quite close to the Tomb, now, the elven wizard wasted no time in drawing the rapier that she had brought along with her, a slim blade that had hung at her waist until then.&nbsp; The blade was enchanted, both to glow as bright as any torch and to give its wielder greater situational awareness, allowing her to react more swiftly to any dangers encountered, so long as she had the sword in hand.&nbsp; Both enchantments would prove quite useful, but in addition to that, a chamber had also been worked into the hilt to which a wand could be slotted.&nbsp; As for the wand currently in the blade...&nbsp; Well, she was certain that it would be useful in a fight.<br><br><strong>"If you desire to take any of the three presumably-trapped corridors, I will conjure a small earth elemental in order to safely trigger the traps before we enter.&nbsp; Otherwise, I will admit to a desire to proceed down the tunnel with signs of orc habitation and cleanse this cavern of their presence."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 09:25:15</strong>
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				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Mountain Cave<br><br>Upon closer examination, Trakas sighed, shaking his head. <strong>"I should have known,"</strong> the Druid commented. <strong>"These webs are natural. I jumped to a conclusion because of the runes. And they come from a forest spider... odd to see them here. But a spider this size could easily spin webs faster than a cultist could cut them down,"</strong> he explained, stepping away from the tunnel. He stopped, looking strangely at Roland's intent on the natural corridor. The man made a symbol with his hand and muttered a few words of incantation, enabling himself to speak with animals. When he opened his mouth to speak, it was not words that came out, but reptilian hissing.<br><br><em><strong>"Roland, what do you smell?"</strong></em> he asked his pet.<br><br><em><strong>"Web-scent, Alpha. Strongest this direction,"</strong></em> the dinosaur replied, though the others only heard a growl. Trakas raised an eyebrow at this. Perhaps the spider was lairing in that direction? If that was true, then the runes might be harmless. Still, he would let Lethiel send her elemental to test them. Though that was interesting information, the Druid had burned his spell. It was prudent to get the most of it.<br><br><em><strong>"What from the other tunnels, Roland? Be as detailed as you can,"</strong></em> he requested in that reptilian tongue.<br><br>The fleshraker responded by trotting past the other tunnels, sniffing the air to remind himself. Then he stopped, thinking. The spell let Trakas speak with the dinosaur, but it didn't make his pet any smarter. <em><strong>"All smell of Human-stink... this one, Orc,"</strong></em> the raptor replied, standing in front of the tunnel scattered with discarded bits of plunder as he spoke of Orcs before coming to stand by his alpha at a gesture from the Druid.<br><br><strong>"Roland tells me that the natural tunnel smells strongly of whatever spun these webs,"</strong> Trakas said to his companions in human speech, gesturing toward the corridor with his staff, <strong>"and he confirms that there are Orcs this way. Interestingly, he smells Humans in every direction."</strong> He turned to Lethiel. <strong>"Agreed, we should see to them first. Though the cult will cause more damage in the long run, I'd be willing to bet the Orcs will do more damage in the time it will take us to cleanse the Tomb than the cultists will do in the time it takes us to root out the raiders,"</strong> he argued, nodding.<br><br>Of course, there were two unspoken reasons for his preference for the Orcs. His first was fairly innocent; he wanted to take measure of Lethiel, see how she would fit in with himself and Alice when it was time to stop thinking and start fighting. He'd met more than one learned wizard that had fancied themselves an adventurer, then frozen when the pressure was on. The second reason was a darker one. Though he did not underestimate the danger they posed, he doubted Orcs would be able to bring himself, Alice, or Roland down, and he guessed that Lethiel would be powerful enough to handle them. The Tomb was a deadly, dangerous place; it was legendary for those qualities, even. Trakas feared that if they did not stop for the Orcs now, they might not live through the Tomb to see to them later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 21:51:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/fp43o7.jpg)<br>Alice - Character Sheet (http://3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?user=Alice%20Ironsoul)<br><strong>Level 10 Paladin</strong><br></div><br>As the other two went about determining any hidden dangers or magics in the cave, Alice stood back and admired their work. She had her steel clad hands on her skirt clad hips and legs spaced just far enough apart so that blue fabric would sway with any small movements she made.&nbsp; As they both came to the realization that the spider webs were completely natural, Alice let out a sigh of relief..she could face demons and undead but spiders were a whole other matter entirely.<br><br>Seeing as how both of her companions were more eager to take on the orcs first, Alice nodded in agreement, <strong>"Ah, well then let's get to it eh?&nbsp; It's been a while since I've had the opportunity to cleanse such places of evil."</strong>&nbsp; The Paladin drew her greatsword from her backside as the blade hissed out a long sound of metal on metal.&nbsp; Standing there now, she eyed the other two to see if they were ready.&nbsp; If the other two did not have any more reservations, Alice started leading the way down the dark path, her armor clad feet making loud thumping noises on the hard ground.&nbsp; As she went on, she glanced backwards over her shoulder at the others, <strong>"But keep looking out for spells, I don't want to step in anything bad."</strong>&nbsp; Alice herself could not detect anything since she lacked the necessary spells, but at the same time she didn't want the other, more fragile members of her party being the ones to get attacked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 22:23:41</strong>
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				Lethiel Loreweaver, Oracle of Aluthriel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520092)<br>Location: Orc tunnels<br><br><strong>"In that case, you may want to let me lead."</strong>&nbsp; Lethiel responded, moving to pass in front of the human paladin.&nbsp; A few gestures and a magical command caused the very earth of the cavern floor to rise up and begin molding itself into a distinctly humanoid shape.&nbsp; <strong>"Though, by 'me', I am actually referring to my earthen servant, here, who can walk up to thirty paces ahead of me and is heavy enough to trigger most traps that rely on weight to activate their mechanisms.&nbsp; He should make for an excellent scout."</strong><br><br>And with the elemental leading the way, the elf would proceed to march down the tunnel, quite content that they would be protected from any traps that the elemental might trigger.&nbsp; These were mere orcs that they were dealing with, after all.&nbsp; She was certain that they would be far too stupid to set up anything elaborate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 08:31:25</strong>
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				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Orc Tunnels<br><br>As Lethiel took the lead, Trakas muttered a word in reptilian to Roland, telling the dinosaur to stay close. Then he fell into line beside Alice, his companion trailing his heels. The man dropped a hand on the short, younger girl's shoulder. <strong>"What am I always telling you? Patience, Alice. We brought the Elf to deal with traps. They won't be as insidious as what we may find in the Tomb, but the Orcs still may have some. Let her do her job,"</strong> he said quietly with a warm smile. Trakas patted her shoulder before stepping away again, reaching into his cloak for his flask of tea and taking a swig. He extended his arm, wordlessly offering it to the Paladin.<br><br>While Trakas did not doubt Lethiel's expertise in her chosen field, he also did not doubt that his senses were sharper than hers. He kept his eyes and ears sharp and focused for any sign of ambush. He'd been surprised more than once by how crafty Orcs could be if they set their minds to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 00:08:49</strong>
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				This long tunnel has obviously been carved out of the earth long ago with tools. They are not natural caves at all, but worked passages created years ago. The floors and walls are smoother and flatter than they would be in a natural cave. The tunnel ends where an old torch has been mounted to the wall. Its lazy flame lights the area dimly. From here, you see one passage leading off to the left and another leading off to the right. You can’t see much either way. From the left passage, you hear bestial grunting noises. From the right passage, you hear the faint dripping of water. Guarding either passage should be an orc. Should be, but not actually happening as the two beasts are busy violating either end of a rather tired, dirty, and malnourished looking brunette girl.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 10:37:10</strong>
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				The cave was about ten feet wide, wide enough that when the light of he torch came to view, 20 feet out, it came to view with enough time to halt the party before the orcs were close enough to be seen as a threat by the elemental. And they were distracted in their deed, so they do not notice your arrival.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 08:23:53</strong>
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				Lethiel Loreweaver, Oracle of Aluthriel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520092)<br>Location: Orc tunnels<br><br>The tunnels mined out by the orcs were dank, dark, and smelled of things best not mentioned in polite company.&nbsp; Under normal circumstances, they would have been absolutely unbearable, but since Lethiel was on a mission, she did her best to endure it.&nbsp; The thought of cleansing these tunnels of the foul presence infesting them was all she needed to convince herself to continue on through them, even in spite of the filth.&nbsp; Of course, even if that hadn't been enough, the echoing sounds that soon made themselves audible were certainly enough to spur her to action.<br><br>Wet, meaty thrusting noises, grunts and gasps and moans, and there were a number of places where she would have imagined guards normally being stationed, that instead stood empty...&nbsp; She was sure even the humans with her would be able to pick up on what those all meant, and as the source of the noise eventually came into view, her face twisted into a grimace.&nbsp; That poor, pitiful human girl, being forced to endure such an atrocity...&nbsp; No, that wasn't going to happen on her watch.<br><br><strong>"!tsudrettilG"</strong>&nbsp; A shimmering spray of blindingly-bright dust shot forth from her outstretched palm, coating both the two orcs and the human girl.&nbsp; The dust was harmless, but fine enough to even get into the eyes of those exposed to it, and she was sure that such typically weak-willed creatures as orcs would be unable to muster the willpower to overcome the glare.&nbsp; Admittedly, it was a pity the human girl would be exposed to it as well, but after the sights she had undoubtedly already been made to endure, the elf was sure a little blindness would be a welcome respite.<br><br>Now, it was time for her two companions to jump into the fray...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 00:55:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/fp43o7.jpg)<br>Alice - Character Sheet (http://3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?user=Alice%20Ironsoul)<br><strong>Level 10 Paladin</strong><br>AC: 17<br>HP: 92/92<br></div><br>Glad that they were finally set on a path, Alice at first started leading the way perhaps a little too eagerly.&nbsp; As the Elf summoned up her ... servant, the Paladin shivered in place.&nbsp; Magic had always weirded her a little and the thought of traveling with someone who had the very ability to shape the Earth was slightly unsettling.&nbsp; Regardless, as she felt Trakas' large hand grasp her bare small shoulder in comfort she offered him a thin smile back in reassurance. "I know I know...better her and her magics than me."&nbsp; As she walked alongside the Druid with the Elf in front of them and the large lizard behind, the only noise coming from her was the clap of her high heeled boots against the hard ground of the cave.&nbsp; Once Trakas offered her a sip of his tea, Alice rose an eyebrow in speculation about what it could be...given that he was a Druid it could range anywhere from water to some sort of enchanted pee.&nbsp; The long march out to the cave had made the girl sweaty and tired though so the thought of any drink was a relief to her.&nbsp; Once more Alice offered Trakas a smile in thanks before extending her gloved hand out to grasp the flask and take a long sip on it.&nbsp; Handing it back to Trakas without word, she thought to herself she was glad he had chosen tea.&nbsp; Turning her eyes back ahead to see where they were walking there was no way that she'd be more observant than either an Elf or a Druid.&nbsp; Regardless, she made sure to stay alert.<br><br>As they all continued down the dimly lit cave and came across the split, Alice sniffed at the air in curiosity.&nbsp; The smell was quite thick with the smell of sex..something the Paladin was not experienced with first hand but knew from her experiences fighting Goblins...another rather perverted race.&nbsp; As they all came into sight of the Orcs that were&nbsp; pounding inside of the human girl, Alice's jaw nearly dropped in disbelief.&nbsp; Her expression of disbelief was quickly replaced by one of disgust and anger as she reached her hand down to grasp at the hilt of her blade.&nbsp; Once the Elf summoned up some sort of sand attack to blind the orcs, the ringing of metal filled the cavern as Alice pulled forth her sword.&nbsp; Holding it aloft in front of herself for only a moment she appeared to be quite the holy knight.&nbsp; Then as Lethiel finished with her magical spell, Alice ran forward to attack the beasts, preparing to slice their heads off in one go.&nbsp; Her blue skirt swished around her slender thighs and her long purplish hair swayed out in a fan behind her as she darted forth or cover the distance.<br><br><hr>Alice <strong>Initiative </strong>Roll:<br>1d20 + 0 = 17 + 0 = <strong>17</strong><br><hr><br>As she came into range of the monsters, she swung her greatsword using both hands at the orc that was standing to the right.&nbsp; The steel blade let out a hiss as it slashed at the orc that was in the middle of raping the girl.<br><br><hr>Alice <strong>Attacking </strong>Orc (Left One)<br>Attack Roll: 1d20 + 13 (Alice's attack bonus) + 2 (Greatsword bonus) = 5 + 13 + 2 = <strong>20</strong><br><br>(If Hit...)<br><strong>Damage </strong>Roll: 2d6 + 2[/pink] + STR MOD * 1.5 = 6 + 2 + 3*1.5 =<strong> 12</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 23:38:38</strong>
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				Alice rushed into the fray as Lethiel's spell came into effect. The orcs and the girl between them caught the brunt of the spell, being blinded by the magic dust the rained down. Alice, rushing into it was not caught by the effect, but did get a light coating of shimmering dust upon her form. And she was not the only one. As her broadsword made its way cleanly through the neck of the orc she had focused on, the dust began to settle and exposed a form.<br><br>&nbsp;Floating in the middle of the room was a cloud. Covered in the dust but otherwise invisible. And it seemed alert. In fact, now that it was exposed, a burst of air blew out, slamming against the nearest hostile force: Alice. It would hit hard, and whip her hair and skirt about quite a bit, it would not hit hard enough to cause any real damage. But it was definitely meant to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 02:54:00</strong>
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				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Orc Tunnels<br><br>Trakas stoppered the flask and slipped it back into his green cloak. The tunnels did indeed reek of Orc, and Roland quietly grumbled to himself about how much worse it was on his sensitive nose. Trakas only smiled... then his face turned to a grim look of determination as he heard the all-too-familiar sound of rape. Though angered, the Druid kept his head. Charging blindly around the corner would not significantly reduce the girl's suffering, and the Orcs might have been more prepared than they seemed. Still, Lethiel and Alice handled the recklessness for him, one of the two greenskins falling to the Paladin's sword immediately after Lethiel blinded them both with a shower of brightly-glowing dust. Trakas was about to send Roland leaping upon the other, when he noticed the cloud hovering in the air. As soon as Lethiel pointed out that it was an elemental from the plane of air, Trakas shifted his battle plan. <strong>"Roland,"</strong> he said in the reptilian tongue as he pointed out the speckled cloud, <strong>"attack."</strong><br><br>The dinosaur let out a screeching roar, the plates of his leather barding tapping against each other softly as he dropped to all fours and charged. Fifteen feet from the creature he leaped into the air, claws and teeth slashing at the glittering cloud as he attempted to drag the elemental to the ground. The beast's tail lashed to the side, hoping to strike the remaining, blinded Orc and poison him, but whipped over the blinded savage's head in Roland's single-minded assault on his primary target.<br><br>Trakas smiled as his pet set itself to mauling the entity. There was always something satisfying to him about watching Roland's ferocity. He lifted a hand to his chest, muttering a few words of magic. <strong>"Extended Barkskin,"</strong> he said, feeling his skin thicken and harden into armor as the magic flowed through him.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roland Charges and makes a Leaping Pounce, taking a -3 penalty on his Attack Rolls for Power Attack. His Leap Attack feat and the jump he made beforehand gives him +2 bonus Damage for every point of Attack Penalty, instead of +1, so he gets +6 Damage. He can't Attack the same target with both his Bite and Tail on the same turn, so he Attacks the remaining Orc with his Tail instead.<br><br>Attack Rolls:<br><br>Claw 1: 1d20+11 = 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45341)<br>Claw 2: 1d20+11 = 25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45342)<br>Bite: 1d20+6 = 16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45343)<br>Rake: 1d20+6 = 24 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45345)<br>Tail: 1d20+6 = 10 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45344)<br><br>Assuming both Claws and Rake hit, and Tail misses. Bite is ambiguous, so I'll roll damage just in case.<br><br>Damage Rolls:<br><br>Claws and Rake: 2 claws (1d6+12) + 1 rake (1d6+9) = 3d6 + 33 = 42 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45346)<br>Bite: 1 bite (1d6+9) = 1d6+9 = 11 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45348)<br>Total: 42 + 11 = 53<br><br>In addition to the damage, Roland gets a free Trip attempt, and if successful, a free Grapple to Pin. I won't assume that either of these will be effective against a cloud of air, but I'll make the rolls:<br><br>Trip Attempt: Opposed Strength Check, Roland gets: 1d20 + 6 = 26 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45349)<br>Grapple Check to Pin: 1d20 + 12 = 27 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45350)<br><br>Trakas gains a +4 enhancement bonus to natural armor from <em>Extended Barkskin</em> for 200 minutes.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 22:45:34</strong>
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				The lizard's attack would make for an interesting display. It was dealing a great amount of damage, really digging in... to thin air. And after a couple minutes of mid-air seizure the lizard would drop to the ground, and the dust that had been floating there dropped with him. <br><br>In the midst of all this commotion the remaining orc was finally starting to react to something other than the female he had been playing with. He stumbled back a bit and rubbed his eyes adopting a defense stance. The girl shivered when she was left empty, cringing and then reaching out to find the orc and quickly resuming what she had been doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 23:24:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/fp43o7.jpg)<br>Alice - Character Sheet (http://3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?user=Alice%20Ironsoul)<br><strong>Level 10 Paladin</strong><br>AC: 24<br>HP: 92/92<br></div><br>Alice's sword swiped cleaning through the throat of the large ugly creature that had been fucking into the girl's ruined sex.&nbsp; A spray of warm blood splashed against the cave walls and dripped down the chest of the dead monster before it dropped to the ground in death.&nbsp; As she heard the splatter of blood the human paladin grinned to herself proudly now that she realized her strike had been true.&nbsp; As she grinned eagerly she stood there for a moment to regain her balance after the powerful swing.&nbsp; Her blue, pleated skirt quickly draped back down her thighs as she was still for the moment and keen eyes glanced over towards where the other orc would be.&nbsp; Even though she had attacked after Lethiel's spell had gone, the residue of the magical particles caught onto her slightly sweaty flesh, giving her pale skin a slightly more glittery look.<br><br>As she glanced around to turn her attention to the other orc, her big blue eyes went wide in surprise at the sight of the glitter around something else...something invisible.&nbsp; As it attacked the paladin, she was not ready in the least.&nbsp; The moderate strength of the burst of wind hit her as she stood there.&nbsp; Luckily it did not appear to be all that strong, causing her to realign herself to face the new target despite the fact it was mostly invisible.&nbsp; Her blue skirt rose up along her thighs as it whipped around her waist, going so high in fact as to show off the pink undergarments that she wore for a few moments.<br><br>Regardless, before she could attack the invisible form, Roland struck into view before latching itself onto the air.&nbsp; Alice looked a bit surprised at the verocity of the lizard's attack and actually yelped out in surprise.&nbsp; The thought that she was glad Roland was on their side snuck into her mind before she turned her attention back to the other orc.&nbsp; However at the sight of the human captive willingly...eagerly...going at the orc's groin Alice let out a startled cry.&nbsp; Glaring at the orc with intent, she pulled her sword back before lunging foward with another attack.<br><br><hr>(Note...new items taken into consideration...NOT new feats..yet)<br><br>Alice Attacking Orc (Right One)<br>Attack Roll: 1d20 + 13 (Attack bonus) + 2 (+2 Sword) = 4 + 13 + 2 = 19<br><br>(If Hit...)<br>Damage Roll: 2d6 + 2 (+2 Sword) + 2d6 (versus evil) + 1.5*5 (Greatsword)= 5 + 2 + 4 + 2 = 13 DMG (Slashing)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 07:29:03</strong>
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				As the second orc dropped limply to the ground the girl they had been toying with folded her legs up and lowered her head. She shivered and held her eyes closed tight. Nothing else stirred in the wake of the violence that just transpired. If any other invisible foes lurked in the corners... they were not revealing themselves. The girls soft whimpers echoed lightly in the surrounding tunnels.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 09:36:43</strong>
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				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Orc Tunnels<br><br>Trakas offered his pet a bit of praise in Druidic, but it seemed half-hearted as he rushed to the girl. The male placed his hand on the girl's shoulder. <strong>"There there, it's alright... you're safe now,"</strong> he said soothingly as he looked the victim over for physical wounds in need of healing. <strong>"My dear, my companion Alice is a Paladin. She's going to check if you're evil as a precaution, but until she says otherwise I'm going to assume you're not. What is your name?"</strong> he asked, brushing her hair out of her face and dabbing away some of the tears and saliva on her cheeks and chin with his cloak. He reached into the pocket of the green garment, drawing out the flask of hot tea yet again. His big hands gingerly unscrewed the cap before he offered it to the whimpering girl. <strong>"It's tea. Drink,"</strong> he offered warmly. Then he looked over his shoulder to Roland, speaking in the reptilian tongue again; the spell still had a few minutes left to function.<br><br><strong><em>"My friend, do you smell anything?"</em></strong> he asked. Though all of his caution was probably unnecessary, Trakas was a firm believer in the powers of knowledge and preparation. More than one pure-hearted adventurer had been cut down because they assumed a battle was over, or because they assumed a crying girl was a victim and not an actress. The Druid wanted to be sure that neither himself nor any of his companions would meet the same fate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 00:13:28</strong>
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				The girl responded favorably to his actions, eagerly drinking the tea. However, she remained silent when asked her name. She also made no reaction at the mention of the words paladin or the intent to check her for evil. She did respond to his change to reptilian speech. When the foreign words came from his mouth she dropped the tea and grabbed his hips, intent on exposing him, her head moving toward his crotch. Any hint of relaxation that had crossed over her, no gone. Roland, meanwhile,&nbsp; sniffed the room. He was unable to identify anything that they had not already encountered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 19:12:40</strong>
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				Lethiel Loreweaver, Oracle of Aluthriel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520092)<br>Location: Orc tunnels<br><br>Since one invisible opponent had made their presence known already, Lethiel wasted no time in drawing on the abilities given to her by her divine patron, taking one of the spells that she had previously memorized that morning and converting it into another one, a spell that would let her see the unseen.&nbsp; Unless the sudden improvement to her sense of sight revealed any other invisible creatures lurking about, she would then move up methodically and begin making certain that the enemies they had faced were well and truly finished off.<br><br>First on her list was the invisible opponent.&nbsp; Her mind had realized this earlier, and she had pointed it out to Trakas so that he could act accordingly, but looking at the creature, it was quite clear that it was some manner of elemental, and one from the plane of air at that.&nbsp; The invisibility could have come from some sort of spell effect, but that was fairly unlikely.&nbsp; Most long-lasting invisibility effects were broken quite easily when the creature under them made a move to attack, and this one was remaining invisible even though it had seemingly been killed.&nbsp; Some sort of natural ability, then?&nbsp; And if there was one here, was it possible that there were more?<br><br>A quick gesture and a sharp word conjured some acid into being, which she dropped onto the seemingly-unconscious creature's form to make certain that it, at least, would not be returning to bother them again.&nbsp; The orcs were dispatched with even less regard, yet more acid conjured to burn away at their faces until their skulls caved in.&nbsp; Orcish filth, taking advantage of some poor, pitiful human woman like that...<br><br>The task of dealing with said human, she left to the undoubtedly quite capable hands of Trakas and Alice.&nbsp; The Druid and the Paladin, she was quite sure, would know the best way to assist one of their own kind in recovering from such an ordeal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 00:21:58</strong>
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				The spell she cast to see invisibility, did not help at all with the elemental. It was gone. A not uncommon consequence of creatures from another plane. They don't die, they go home. And no other signs of invisible enemies.<br><br>The orcs, were most definitely dead. But melting them would certainly keep them that way. It might even give the poor girl they abused hope, satisfaction, justice, something. However, she wasn't paying attention to anything but the druid.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 01:54:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://oi48.tinypic.com/fp43o7.jpg)<br>Alice - Character Sheet (http://3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?user=Alice%20Ironsoul)<br><strong>Level 10 Paladin</strong><br>AC: 24<br>HP: 92/92<br></div><br>As her greatsword sliced through the second orc with a loud 'hiss' sound and a splatter of blood that went up on the cave wall, Alice continued to grin in eagerness.&nbsp; Despite the fact that the orcs had clearly not been all that prepared to defend themselves, she was quite pleased with herself...it was a good way to start off an adventure.&nbsp; She paid little mind to the corpses of the monsters as she turned her attention first to her blade.&nbsp; A few large streaks of blood dripped down the steel and to clean it Alice simply squatted down and wiped it along the minimal clothing that one of the orcs was wearing.&nbsp; Satisfied with her job, she simply resheathed her weapon before turning back to the other two adventurers and their new..addition.<br><br>Seeing as how Trakas was busy comforting the human girl, Alice didn't bother to become too emotionally involved.&nbsp; Despite the fact that she was a paladin, Alice was not all that comfortable with showing affection...especially not to strangers.&nbsp; In addition, despite the fact that Alice looked down on this new human that they had picked up, the paladin could just as easily have been the same age if not younger than this abused poor female.<br><br>Once Trakas suggested that she use her Paladin ability to determine the girl's likelihood to be...something sinister...Alice did just that.&nbsp; She chanted a few words aloud for a moment as she used "Detect Evil" before her traditionally blue eyes were replaced by bright yellow orbs.&nbsp; This of course would have allowed her to determine if indeed the girl was evil..something which she was quite certain would not be the case.<br><br>As she stood there with Trakas and the nude woman, Alice could hear their Elf companion a few feet away disposing of the enemy forms.&nbsp; Alice herself had not thought of that..but was glad the Elf seemed to have experience out in these sorts of situations, or at least it seemed.&nbsp; Turning to glance at the Elf, Alice eyed her handiwork before voicing, <strong>"So...continue on?&nbsp; I suppose that Earth elemental did pay off quite nicely for scouting.&nbsp; I think you can lead the rest of the day after that.&nbsp; You ready Trakas...?"</strong><br><br>Turning her attention back to the girl and Trakas, Alice's eyes nearly went wide in surprise as she saw the girl attempting to get inside his pants.&nbsp; This sight in front of her was just too funny!&nbsp; Trakas was definitely one of the more..'stoic' people that she had met in her days and the idea of him having to force a girl off of him was quite unusual.&nbsp; She smirked a thin grin and placed her gauntlet clad hands on her skirt clad hips though didn't bother to assist her companion.&nbsp; <strong>"Having fun there Trakas?"</strong><br><br>Being a little worried about the girl though, Alice was concerned that perhaps she was being controlled in some manner.&nbsp; She tried to determine if there were any alternative motives behind her actions. <br><hr>Sense Motive: 3 + 16 (skills) = <strong>19</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 00:57:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The dropped cup and sudden start of her actions are a good indicator of her state of mind. Careful inspection showed that she was indeed acting from a place of fear. Her choice of action was consistent with the abuse they witnessed. No indication of magical interference.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 08:15:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Orc Tunnels<br><br>Trakas jumped a bit as his tea spilled and she set about untying his robes. The Druid firmly put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away as gently as he could. He tried to make sense of why, exactly, she was doing it. Reptilian speech had set her off... maybe she thought he was some sort of monster. <strong>"No no no, my dear, that's alright, you don't have to do that, you're safe now,"</strong> he insisted calmly as he held her at bay. He looked up to Alice, shaking his bearded head. <strong>"I don't think we can move on just yet, not with our friend here in this condition,"</strong> he explained before he turned back to the girl. <strong>"What is your name, child? Can you understand me?"</strong> he asked. It seemed unlikely that she would be unable to speak Common, but why would she not be answering his questions?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 22:11:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She sat back, a look of fear still in her eyes. She was confused and shaking, looking up at him expectantly. It took some time for her to calm down, but eventually she spoke. "Do I displease you sir?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 11:21:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Orc Tunnels<br><br>The Druid put a hand on his forehead. So that was it. The girl was broken, most likely by a long captivity at the hands of the orcs. The monsters would pay dearly for this, but for now, she was the more pressing concern. What was damaged could, eventually, be healed, but the four adventurers and their new companion had limited time to work with. The other orcs had likely heard the sounds of the struggle, brief though it was. As much as it pained the man to do so, they would probably all be better off if, for now, he played along with what she seemed to expect of him.<br><br><strong>"Yes, you do,"</strong> Trakas said, sternly and almost harshly, <strong>"I asked you a question. What is your name?"</strong> He tried to make the query sound more like a demand. Alice knew Trakas well enough to know that he was not sincere in his mistreatment of the girl. He could only hope that Alice would point as much out to Lethiel, or that the Wizard would pick up on it herself, before the elf objected.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 00:22:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"They took my name. You may call me what you will. I am usually told not to speak, and rarely spoken to. Those that ask things of me usually call me slut, bitch, girl or human." Her voice cracks a bit at the end, her speech wavering. She seemed to struggle with speaking, like it was no longer natural. She had been captive a long time it would seem, or she broke quickly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 09:42:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Orc Tunnels<br><br>Trakas felt bile crawling up the back of his throat. He tried to remember that one must temper justice with mercy as he thought of the orcs that lie beyond, and what they had done to this child. <strong>"Very well then, girl,"</strong> the Druid went on in his faked tone of dominance, unable to bring himself to call her any of the viler names she had mentioned, <strong>"Tell me what you know about these orcs. How many of them are there? Who are their leaders?"</strong><br><br>The man looked over to his flask, lying untended on the ground. Leaving it there irked him, but he could not just do it himself with his current facade. <strong>"Pick that up,"</strong> he commanded, pointing at the metal container.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 20:59:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl quickly reached out to get it but froze before doing so. Her mouth open her eyes wide. She looked scared and confused for a moment looking around the room before. Pulling her hand back and crossing her arms. She lowered her head and shut her mouth.&nbsp; Shewas no longer responding.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 09:05:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Orc Tunnels<br><br>Trakas sighed, collecting the flask himself. <strong>"Useless,"</strong> he said harshly, though all he really felt was pity for the poor thing. He stood up, tucking his flask back into his cloak and taking a few steps over to Alice. The Druid whispered, trying to keep the girl from hearing. "Well, my bluff isn't really working," he breathed, "Do you want to try speaking to her?"<br><br>The man looked back over to the abused, naked woman, little more than a child. "And for that matter, how do you propose we get her out of here? We can't take her into battle with us, but we can't just let her go unprotected, and we can't leave and come back to better prepared orcs," he added, shaking his head at the difficulty of the situation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 05:02:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lethiel Loreweaver, Oracle of Aluthriel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520092)<br>Location: Orc tunnels<br><br>As Trakas began questioning the girl, Lethiel kept an eye out on their surroundings, using the <em>see invisibility</em> spell that she had cast upon herself to hopefully keep anything too nasty from sneaking up on them.&nbsp; She also listened in on the sorts of questions the human was asking, but otherwise kept out of it.&nbsp; Fellow humans would be better at dealing with their own kind than an elf such as herself, after all.&nbsp; And though she was loathe to admit it, she was also fully aware that she was rather lacking when it came to social ability.&nbsp; She would probably end up doing more harm than good if she tried to join in with the questioning.<br><br>Though, considering the tactic the Druid was trying, she had some worries that harm might be done anyway.&nbsp; Admittedly, she never suspected for an instant that the man might be serious.&nbsp; Barbaric humans could be, especially to members of their own race, but she highly doubted that a Paladin like Alice, a champion of justice, would travel around with a man who would truly be so low as to condone slavery.&nbsp; Claiming to be her new master was simply a tactic to cut through any difficulties they might have in gaining information from her otherwise, thus saving them valuable time.&nbsp; Unfortunately, it seemed to have backfired, in this case...<br><br><strong>"It's slightly worse than that,"</strong>&nbsp; The elf responded to the man, some of the irritation she felt showing on her face and in her voice.&nbsp; She didn't bother to keep her voice low, not caring whether or not the girl heard them.&nbsp; <strong>"After that little act, I doubt she'll believe us even if we tell her the truth.&nbsp; We can't take her into battle, true, but now she might be unwilling to go with us, even if we try to take her to safety.&nbsp; I can prepare two copies of <em>teleport</em>, at least, to take care of getting her and any other poor unfortunates we might rescue out of this horrible place, but that spell can only transport the willing."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 02:16:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trakas Lionheart, Level 10 Human Druid (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=520636), Location: Orc Tunnels<br><br>Trakas shot a brief glare in Lethiel's direction, but it quickly softened as he turned away from Alice. <strong>"You're not much one for subtlety, are you, Elf?"</strong> he asked, shaking his head in exasperation. <strong>"Still, you act as if we'll give her a choice in the matter,"</strong> he said loudly with the hint of a threat. The menacing tone was for the girl, not Lethiel; the Druid had started the act of prospective master, and now he intended to carry it out until he had more time to explain, as much as it disgusted him. <strong>"She will come with us willingly, or she will be persuaded, and regret making me persuade her,"</strong> the male promised them both.<br><br>Trakas leaned in closer to whisper. "Try to keep your voice down," he asked politely, but insistently. "That solution still leaves the problem of what we do with her in the meantime," the Druid commented, his first real response to the oracle's suggestion. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tomb of Bondage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 07:16:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Somehow while Trakas and ethiel were engaged in conversation, the rest of the room emptied out. Alice, the girl, and Roland were now missing.
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