Staff of Legends
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				Title: <strong>Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 20:56:56</strong>
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				The adventurers arrived to the castle late at night. Sun had already set, albeit it hadn't been really showing itself through the cloudy sky all day anyway. A few raindrops had started to fall and somewhere far away a thunder could be heard. It was going to be a stormy night. A howling of a lonely wolf could be heard from the distance, giving the adventurers the creeps. While no one felt awfully comfortable about entering the dark looming castle at night, it seemed like a better idea to just go forth with it rather than soak in the rain. Besides, no one was exactly sure that whatever was howling there was actually a wolf.<br><br>The gates of the castle that no one hand entered in centuries stood high and intimidating, made of the darkest steel. The gates were slightly open and the adventurers would be able to squeeze themselves through, despite the gates having been jammed in place by rust and wear aeons ago.<br><br>It wasn't going to be a fun trip for sure.<br><br>"<em>What do you do?</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 05:30:56</strong>
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				Holding her lantern up high to get a better view of the castle Anilla visibly shudders at the thought of entering the place but the thought of unimaginable power steeled her nerves. Looking back at the rest of the party she gives a slight grin. <br><br>“Well I don't know about you all but this outfit is not exactly made for rain so I say we head on in as it is drier and warmer than out here.” and with that said she begins to slip through the gate 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 08:47:03</strong>
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				Sumara's mouth quirked into a sneer of disgust as she looked over the crumbling facade of the ruined castle. She brushed a hand through her silver hair and turned her face upwards to the threatening dark clouds and felt a few small drops of rain splash onto her dark hued skin.<br><br>"Anilla makes a good point." The priestess commented as the sorceress squeezed herself through the gates. "Besides, once inside it will scarcely matter if it is daytime or night."<br><br>Pulling the flanged mace from her belt in case trouble awaited behind the gates she followed the party's leader, wriggling through the gap and pausing on the other side. She looked around warily with her weapon at the ready as she waited for the rest of the party to follow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 15:02:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs17/f/2007/218/a/e/Minotaur_and_girl_by_cellar_fcp.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Halfling Rogue</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Netheral "Needle" Swiftfoot</span></span><br><em>In the mood to steal some Jewels!</em><br>Character Bio (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9300); <br>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfDU1Gc7QOQ)[/noembed]<br><br><hr> <br><br>Needle followed up behind. Her blonde pig tails bobbing as she skipped over a puddle on the ground. Her blue eyes stared up at the castle, the palpitated building seemed to excrete feelings of foreboding horror. Standing at only 3 feet, she deftly slipped between the dark elf and Anilla. "Yeah...this place doesn't look like it will be our graves or anything..." the halfling added to the conversation.&nbsp; <br><br>Her nimble hands slipped to the hilts of her dual daggers, the cross bow flung over her back. Needle would follow up behind the groups leader. Being small in stature and not nearly being as well endowed in the chest area, the hafling managed to slip between the bars of the run down gate. For her, she was coming for the expensive magical items and precious jewels, not really caring for the groups 'actual' quest. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 22:51:37</strong>
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				As Anilla, Sumara and Needle squeezed themselves through the massive iron doors, the rest of the party remained outside, to make sure nothing was following them. Surely they would follow the three soon enough.<br><br>It was dark in the castle. Not just any regular dark. It was the kind of a dark you could see while sitting on the porch of your summer cabin, resting your eyes after smoking a highly illegal flowering plant. Even the light from Anilla's lantern seemed to have hard time penetrating the darkness. It was hard to make out shapes or forms in the large hall, as everything ended into deep darkness. It was hard to say where walls ended and started and the ceiling was too high to be seen as well.<br><br>The massive hallway seemed to continue forward, and on both sides there were curved stairs leading upstairs, into the darkness. To left and right there were corridors. The corridors were high and about twenty feet wide. There was no telling what lurked in the corridors nor where did they lead to.<br><br>It was striking that there was no sound whatsoever inside of the castle aside from those the adventurers made themselves. None whatsoever. It was almost too silent, even the thunder and the wind outside couldn't be heard from the inside, even as the door to the castle remained open. There was definitely something out of ordinary going on in here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 23:04:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs17/f/2007/218/a/e/Minotaur_and_girl_by_cellar_fcp.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Halfling Rogue</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Netheral "Needle" Swiftfoot</span></span><br><em>Checking for Traps!</em><br>Character Bio (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9300); <br>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfDU1Gc7QOQ)[/noembed]<br><br><hr>&nbsp; <br><br>Needle glanced around, her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. "Er, this dosen't look very pleasant." She said, nimbly moving about. She would reach into her pack and produce a torch which she quickly lit to add some lighting. Her next course for action would be to look for any traps. Many places like this held traps for unsuspecting adventurers! <br><br>"Please be careful where you move! I don't want to end up smooshed or impaled!" She said happily, her cute pig tails bobbing as she knelt down onto a knee to examine more closely. The halfling's little rump wiggled in the air as she on her knees. "By the way! Don't forget my 20% cut!" Needle reminded Anilla, looking back to grin mischievously! <br><br>OOC: Search for Traps: At 2011-08-19 16:02:47, Needle (uid: 22439) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 23 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30739) <br><br>Disarm traps If Any: At 2011-08-19 16:03:28, Needle (uid: 22439) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 17 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30740)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 23:16:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/178/1/8/Orc_maiden_colors_by_Wulfgarf.jpg)</div>Boga grunted in response to the complaints of the three women. She seemed more annoyed at them than the weather or the state of the castle.<br><br><em>Bah... they're pretty little things but weak as kittens. They wouldn't have lasted a fortnight with my tribe.</em><br><br>The half orc amazon watched as the smaller members of the party squeezed through the gate. She glanced around for any signs of danger. Boga was pretty good at sniffing out trouble, she had been working as a bouncer at some nameless dive when she was hired to add some muscle to the band of adventurers. And it was quite a bit of muscle too. Normally that was a good thing but Boga's muscular frame proved troublesome when it came her turn to slip through the gate. It didn't help that the half-orc's greenish teats were even more massive than the rest of her amazonian physique. After quite a bit of profanity in both the languages of humans and of orcs, she managed to get through and rejoin the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 23:54:28</strong>
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				“Don't worry you shall receive your fair share of the spoils.” &nbsp;Anilla replies to Needles as she kneels down beside her to scoop up a piece of broken masonry. <br><br>Concentrating on the mystic energy within her Anilla causes the rock to glow as she tosses it down the corridor to provide a bit more light to see what awaited them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 02:05:33</strong>
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				Sumara waited patiently while the tiny thief inspected the area around the castle door. She pursed her lips appreciatively at the sight of the halflings little backside wiggling in the air as she knelt to examine the flagstones. The half Drow priestess's hand fell unconsciously to the whip coiled and tied to her belt and she stroked the handgrip lovingly. Of limited use in combat the whip was mainly used in devotions to Sumara's beloved Loviatar, the goddess of pain and suffering. It would be morning before she had call to feel it's sting on her back once more, when she meditated and prayed for her daily divine magic.<br><br>The priestess stepped aside slightly as the half Orc, Boga struggled to prise her muscled body through the narrow gap in the doors. Sumara grinned wickedly, <em>"There certainly, would be a challenge to her skill as a priestess of the mistress of whips. To make that delightful brute sing Loviatar's sweet praise."</em> <br><br>Sumara turned as Anilla threw a piece of stone on which continual light had been cast down the nearest of the corridors. Her amber eyes stared down the hallway to see if any sign of movement was provoked by the illumination. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 21:20:25</strong>
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				Sanosuke had come along with the rest of them with the promise of action and treasure. He didn't give a crap about some Staff of Legends. As long as there was something to fight and treasure to haul out he was happy. And he seemed to be accepted for what he was among the group of misfits of all alignments and races.&nbsp; Though he did stick out like a sore thumb: 6' tall male with wild, long black hair and medium brown skintones.&nbsp; AFter the big (in all aspects) orc slipped in he sucked it up and squeeze dthrough as well, just in time to catch the continual light in his darkvision. With a loud hiss of displeasure he growled. "stupid light. those of us with darkvision should lead the way without that beacon that screams out our position." He quipped, keeping his voice low.<br><br>(OOC: taking spot and listen checks: Spot: 1d20a5 Result: 19, Listen: 1d20a5 Result: 25 *natural 20*)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 22:06:24</strong>
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				Needle's search for traps prived fruitless. Wheter it was a good thing or not for the party, remained to be seen.<br><br>Anilla's illuminated rock in the other hand, revealed the corridor to the left ended quite soon. To the far corner of the corridor there was a partially curved wall, with a wooden door. Probably to one of the towers they had seen from the outside. The end wall of the corridor also had a door, a massive wooden, steel reinforced door at it. It was closed and did not seem easy to open.<br><br>As Sanosuke tried to listen and look around, he couldn't hear anything aside from the party members and his vision was limited to what the light could show. The darkness wasn't normal. Without the light there was only absolute blackness. It was almos as if it wasn' the lack of light, but rather that there was swarm of something black around them, only fended off by light.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 15:04:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs17/f/2007/218/a/e/Minotaur_and_girl_by_cellar_fcp.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Halfling Rogue</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Netheral "Needle" Swiftfoot</span></span><br><em>In the mood to steal some Jewls!</em><br>Character Bio (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9300); <br>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfDU1Gc7QOQ)[/noembed]<br><br><hr> <br><br>The halfling bit her bottom lip and rested her hands on her lithe hips. "Well...I'm pretty sure there are no traps about!" She chirped, looking back to her fellow companions. "But, tread softly, just in case!" She grinned mischievously and unsheathed her crossbow, notching an arrow in it. <br><br>She was not the group leader, so she didn't decide which way for them to go, however, she did slip behind the large half orc woman, thinking it would be easier to hide from trouble in the amazon woman's shadow! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 15:28:19</strong>
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				With Needle's qualified assurance that the area around the door contained no traps Sumara took a couple of steps towards the corridor illuminated by the rock Anilla had tossed. She frowned as she realised her dark vision made no difference on the areas that remained darkened.<br><br>"So how should we proceed then." The cleric asked the party in general. "Upwards using the stairs or make a thorough sweep of the ground floor before venturing higher?"<br><br>"And should we remain together or split into two parties to search faster." She added after a pause.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 18:23:05</strong>
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				"Splitting up while we're surrounded by unnatural darkness isn't the brightest of ideas elf..." Ragna muttered darkly.&nbsp; He went over and lightly tried the handle to the wooden door that would lead up to what woudl probably be a tower or sorts or another floor. "I'd wager somethin' nasty's behind that heavy door..." He said and pushed on the wooden on lightly.&nbsp; "So let's try up this way first." he said, and kept silent while he listened at the door, trying to see if he could detect anything on the other side. (No check, he's just seeing if the door's locked. but Listen check to see if he hears anythign through it anyway: 1d20a5 Result: 15d5: 20)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>avorae</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 19:41:09</strong>
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				“I agree about not splitting up. With this darkness we will not be able to distinguish friend from foe if we are separated so we should stick together for now.” &nbsp;Anilla finally replies after looking the situation over for a few moments.<br><br>Of course before she could reply to which way they should go Ragna was already heading toward the door on the left and checking it. Giving a slight shrug of her shoulders she lets out a light sigh. “Sure why not lets head that way and see what is in there. It looks like just a good a place to start as any.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Staff of Legends</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 11:17:04</strong>
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				Since joining this group, every few hours Anica would try and put a brave face on the trek down the road or up the mountains with a light hearted song like:&nbsp; <br><br>So you want to go earning your keep with you sword,<br>And your thinking it can’t be to hard.&nbsp; <br>And you dream of becoming a hero or lord,<br>Have your praises sung out by some bard.&nbsp; <br>Well let me then venture to give you advise <br>And when all of my lecturer is done,<br>We’ll see if all of my words haven’t made you think twice<br>About whether aventurine’s fun.&nbsp; <br><br>She’d been a tavern wench a few days ago, despite being clearly of pure elven blood, and had taken sets dancing for tips when they’d stayed at the inn where she worked.&nbsp; She’d saved the tips laboriously over the years of her extended youth to buy the custom fitted scale mail bikini she now wore, along with the sword, shield, and adventuring pack that weighed her down up the mountain trail.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs36/f/2008/265/5/0/Warcraft_Cover_by_PRDart.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ooching her way into the back of the group, the girl focused softly to the teachings she’d received long ago from Elora Songflower, the dragon who’d carried her away from her war torn forest and taken her as a student for some years before leaving her to prove her own way in the world.&nbsp; Her power spread out to her allies, subtly fillign their hearts and minds, opening their eyes and ears, adding an edge to their reactions.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Aura Effect:&nbsp; Everyone gains +1 Initiative, Listen, and Spot ‘til I cange aura, but you must be within 30’ of Anica to benefit.</em><br>
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