[Tomb of Horrors] A Dark Doom
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				Title: <strong>[Tomb of Horrors] A Dark Doom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>26-08-2007, 07:29:04</strong>
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				The tomb of the ancient wizard Acererak is said to hold treasure beyond imagination; ancient artifacts, arcane lore long forgotten, and an evil that threatens this world, even from beyond the grave. It's location known only to a few, it is said to contain not only fantastic treasures, but unspeakable danger. The very tomb itself fights back against any who would scour its depths.<br><br>After a long and perilous journey, two seasoned adventurers, Xi, a mighty wandering barbarianess, and Aredhel, a stunningly beautiful elven priestess, have reached the last village on the map before the Hills of Tenebrous, seeking the Swamp of Lost Dreams somewhere within, and the entrance to the tomb, beneath it.<br><br>Will they prove to be greater than those who came before them, or will they, too, perish in what has been called The Tomb of Horrors?
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>26-08-2007, 14:16:34</strong>
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				Xi can't stand the rooms they've stayed in... she can't stand not having a window, and the hovels of inns the two adventurers have managed to scrounge up in their journey are far from luxurious, and therefore have only stone or wood walls, candles or lamps casting a waxy, yellow glow over the caves-like walls that encase her.&nbsp; Thus, in the pre-dawn hours, she's where she always goes when she wakes... standing barefoot in back of the inn, her honey-colored eyes watching the stars fade, the sun's glow hint at the horizon.&nbsp; She greets the sun this way, her scar-riddled body bare to the cool morning wind except for a blanket she alows to hang from her shoulders, open.&nbsp; Short black hair rustling in the breeze, she takes great encouragement in the sensation of breeze on her skin.&nbsp; Sometimes she exercises, working her compact, taut frame back to life from a midnight stupor.&nbsp; Sometimes she bathes, drinks hot tea, mends her armor, communes with K'tah through self-pleasure.&nbsp; Sometimes she merely stands, letting the breeze rustle her blanket and kiss her tanned, tattooed skin.&nbsp; <br><br>Today is the latter; she feels alive, knows that this is transient, and vows to not go gently.&nbsp; She watches the hills' shadows as they stare back, a waiting army of stones.&nbsp; She can smell the swamp out there in the dark... she's ready to go.<br><br>She turns back to the inn, resettling her blanket, and sets off to wake Aredhel.
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				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>26-08-2007, 15:01:00</strong>
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				The floor of the in wasn't particularly clean and a less jaded person would never have dreamed of sitting down on it, let alone laying down. But Aredhel wasn't traveling for pleasure, perhaps when her task was finished she would treat herself to a night in a room with rugs though a bathtub certainly appealed more to the elf at this very moment.<br><br>Aredhel wasn't sleeping, not really. It was more like a meditation she couldn't quite break on her own without enticement, in this case a grumpy barbarian bringing in the scent of morning with all it's delights. And a good thing it was too, took Aredhel's mind of the scent of grime that filled her nostrils otherwise, her eyelids twitching before they opened briskly to reveal ghastly clear, bright blue eyes that wandered over the ceiling before the woman rolled up to a sitting position.<br><br>Beneath her, a very large and thick blanket served as her usual mattress while she wore a simple white chemise. Her pale face turned to Xi as she without a word stood on her naked feet, sticking them into her boots as she walked over to the table where a bowl of water and a towel waited. Only as she pulled the chemise over her head did she speak.<br>"Will we be able to break fast before we leave or do they not believe in early mornings here?"<br>A shake of her head let loose the long, very straight strands of blue tinted black Aredhel tied up in a knot every night before she washed the remnants of her trance from her modest curves.
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>26-08-2007, 23:44:47</strong>
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				Xi watches her, used to her reverie by now and having never once caught her asleep.&nbsp; She shakes her head.&nbsp; "The tavern man, he stirs, but is slow and old."&nbsp; She unwinds the tavern's blanket and tosses it aside... she's seen the elf change before, and despite her own consciously spartan disregard for the body-- as with life and death-- she shows, as usual, more than a casual interest in the elf's body.&nbsp; Accustomed to the hard-muscled and women of her people for so long, her first encounter with elves, halflings, half-orcs-- every species' vast difference from her own spawned an inexcusable curiosity.&nbsp; <br><br>The elf's beauty stirred more than that; she couldn't be any more different than Xi herself.&nbsp; Her lack of scars, the sculpted, soft swells of breasts, the smooth and delicate curves on her creamy skin... Xi herself had more scars than she could recount tales for, including a pale, white crescent through her left eyebrow down her cheek, battle-toughened hands with a pinkie-finger missing entirely, and-- by the gods, almost NONE of these outsiders have the same ritual piercings.&nbsp; She wonders, sometimes, how they mark their trial passages.<br><br>The barbarian turns away, pouring out her own pitcher of water and sopping it up with a rag, with which she begins to wash herself.&nbsp; The white bone and pale-silver chain from her ear to her nostril jingles faintly as she speaks.&nbsp; "I've taken some provisions... meal, milk, eggs, some dried fruits, venison."&nbsp; She lifts one hairless arm, ritualistically cleaning herself from neck down.&nbsp; Not as large as many warriors, her body is still chiseled with youthful, feminine muscle and healthy, sun-browned skin. <br><br>"The equipment is also ready."&nbsp; Wood poles, rope, grappling hook, chalk to mark passage, armor rivots, torches.&nbsp; Potions for water-breathing, wound closing, and and resistance to every vile poison or known disease that the alchemists can produce.&nbsp; Hundreds have died in that tomb.&nbsp; Hundreds since only men began to tell tales of the place.&nbsp; What would two more be?&nbsp; <br><br>"I've mead as well, if you like."&nbsp; She continues washing, turning her back as she washes down her breasts and stomach.
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>27-08-2007, 07:28:31</strong>
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				As the town slowly stirs to life, another adventurer stalks the streets, after the same deadly goal. Derral, a master of trickery, thievery, and arcanery, readies himself to make the same journey the two women are about to undertake... perhaps their paths will cross, and grant them both the edge they will need? Only time will tell.<br><br>(As a note, the OOC thread is up, if you didn't notice it. http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=10919.0)
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				Post by: <strong>BK Geno</strong> on <strong>27-08-2007, 07:47:57</strong>
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				Derral stalked the town, his hands in his pockets, or sometimes some one elses, and moved to the inn, intent on getting something other than rations before he went hunting for the supposed 'Tomb of Horrors'. He laughed aloud, and his familiar, a pseudodragon, landed on his shoulder to chirp a question at him. He laughed at his familiar, and stepped into the tavern, right as the innkeep opened for the morning. He ordered a meal, with some extra meat and fruit for his familiar, and paid up front for the meal, instead of as the meal arrived.<br><br>He brushed his brown hair out of his face, and sat at a table, knowing once the sun was high, he would be off, to secure his place in the legends as one of the best arcane thieves to ever walk this sorry world. And by the gods, the only reason he would be a mere legend would be because he had not swiped his own godhood. He laughed to himself, and mused that he had everything he would need to get the job done, short of a few others to help with his adventure.
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				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>27-08-2007, 18:40:03</strong>
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				"Let us simply hope then that he is awake and good natured when we are ready, if only to not run out of provisions where there are none to procure."<br>Aredhel lightly shrughed as she dabbed herself dry, carefully starting to dress herself for a long and uncomfortable walk. She pulled on soft undergarments, meticulously fastening them tight around her slender form before continuing with a blouse and pants, padding to protect her skin from chafing under her elven chain. Luckily it was rather easy to get into her supple choice of armor and she needed no help with it. Then she combed her long hair until it was shiny and easy to fasten into two very low pigtails, letting the bluish black cascades run down her front rather than her back.<br><br>Her equipment was easily stoved away as well, her pack rearranged for easier access to the things they would need once they reached their goal.<br>"I believe we can leave right after our morning meal, the mead will have to wait for nightfall."
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>27-08-2007, 22:28:51</strong>
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				Xi smirks faintly, finishing her wash and wringing out the last of the rag.&nbsp; "Not if it's good mead."&nbsp; <br><br>She turns and stretches, bowing at the waist and extending every knot of muscle, preparing it for work.&nbsp; Her assembly of armor-- thicker on the left for defense, lighter on the right for agility, composed of the remnants of at least four kinds of splint, chain, and leather-- is heaped in one corner next to her weapons-- a rack of shortspears and a handaxe with tabbard, a handful of caltrops, and a massive flail.&nbsp; Whatever she could salvage from the fallen heroes of a dozen armies, though the spears and shield are handmade.&nbsp; <br><br>Once Aredhel is dressed, she's no reason to linger, so she completed the process with the casual speed that comes from familiarity.
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>27-08-2007, 23:44:25</strong>
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				The tavern is slowly coming to life, much slower than the battle-hardened adventurers now residing within her walls. Derrel's meal is slow to arrive, though the smell of it cooking in the freshly lit fire is mouth-watering, as the odor fills the common room and the sleeping rooms upstairs. Several other guests slowly filter their way into the common room, adding their orders to the ticket.
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				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>28-08-2007, 22:57:52</strong>
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				Aredhel fastened her cloak around her shoulders most lightly, keeping it fit for a quick sit in the common room, before she picked up her backpack and opened the door, the corner of her lip twitching in the closest thing to smile she ever got. <br>"Aye."<br>As always, the speed with which Ix got herself ready for battle amazed the elf, making her wonder if she had more luck in finding a companion than she deserved. Silently she descended the stairs, trying to not stir what other guests the inn had.
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-08-2007, 02:56:27</strong>
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				Xi gives the room one last look, then turns toward the door.&nbsp; She sighs, traces the fine silver chain from her ear, then turns from the room and follows the priestess to the common room.
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>29-08-2007, 07:53:58</strong>
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				Derrel's meal has just arrived as the women enter the common room. The man is certainly an unusual sight in this place, if only for the psuedodragon at the table with him.
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				Post by: <strong>BK Geno</strong> on <strong>29-08-2007, 20:43:29</strong>
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				Derral was pouring over notes on his table, and his psuedodragon was pushing the notes he needed to him. He was arguing with his familiar, and the familiar was meeping back.<br><br>"Yes, I know that the hobogoblins are close to the third possible site, but the other four do not correspond fully with the notes from all the survivors."<br>"Meep, chirp."<br>"Look, less lip, little miss, more help. Where is the account of the Bard of Litther?"<br>"Cheep, mrrr."<br>"Yes, I know you don't have lips, it is a figure of speech. Would you like to try the venison, I has some particularly fine spices, for this earlier. Thank you, and the map... Oh there it is!"<br>"Murrrughtfc...*gulp* cheep?"<br>"Don't you know it is rude to talk with your mouth full?"<br><br>And so on. He had a bag resting on the floor beside him, and was ignoring the stares of the other patrons, and did not notice the two women coming down the stairs. He brushed his brown hair out of his face, and continued to pour over the notes, while his familiar ate her part of the breakfast, and pushed it toward him, chirping at him, while he absently ate the meal.
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				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>30-08-2007, 18:24:58</strong>
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				With her deep, dark purple cloak lightly draped around her shoulders, Aredhel walked down the stairs as silently she could, her mother had always insisted on good behavior and polite manners. Though arguably humans slept much harder than elves, habits where hard to break, especially if they were deeply rooted.<br><br>It was to a certain degree of relief she noted that others were already enjoying their meals as she had no intention to disturb an old man's rest so more vividly than she had expected, Aredhel took a seat well within sight from the innkeeper, catching his gaze and nodding gracefully as he greeted her good morn.<br><br>"A sturdy breakfast for two, good man, for we have much to do today."<br>Though her words could have been thought of as jolly, her tone of voice sounded as austere and grave as ever, though not quite stern enough to awake dislike.<br><br>Her blue eyes wandered over to the man with the familiar, briefly brushing over him before indulging herself in watching the cute pseudo-dragon, something she would never admit to take a liking to.
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>31-08-2007, 00:50:14</strong>
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				Xi sweeps her eyes over him, notes the back, the... squeaky thing too.&nbsp; "You."&nbsp; Clearly she's a barbarian.&nbsp; Nothing about her is uniform, or usual for this place... she must be from one of the borderlands, somewhere warm from her manner of dress and the golden-brown skin... and-- is that chain on her face connecting her ear to her nostril?&nbsp; "What's your name?"
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				Post by: <strong>BK Geno</strong> on <strong>31-08-2007, 04:06:54</strong>
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				Derral sat at the table, still going over his notes, and ignored the barbarian, to engrossed in his notes to hear her. His familiar, however, looked up at both women, and then back at Derral before biting his arm. He yelped and said, "What did I do this time?!?"<br><br>His familiar looked at the elf and the barbarian, before she hurred a comment at him, and he turned turned to examine the two women. He brushed his brown hair out of his face, and said, "My apologies, but I did not hear you. My name is Derral."<br><br>He stood up and bowed, and said, "What might a humble procurer such as myself do for such an interesting duo?"
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				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>31-08-2007, 12:10:30</strong>
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				Even it's squeak was adorable, Aredhel couldn't resist the beautiful little creature, finding herself completely lost in reverie as she eyed the creature almost greedily, trying to collect enough memories of it to last her through the loss of seeing it. Then the darkhaired elf realized that both it and it's owner was watching her and not only that, but speaking to her as well!<br><br>Aredhel gulped, jerking down her hand that had crept up to rest upon her bosom over her heart, as she gazed upon the loveable creature, and looked at Xi, mostly to ask the same question the man did but also to unravel herself from the dragon's enchanting presence.
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>31-08-2007, 12:22:43</strong>
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				Xi sighs heavily, seeing his notes, his self-discussion.&nbsp; Couldn't be clearer if he hung out a shingle.&nbsp; <br><br>Oh well.&nbsp; Better to die with company.<br><br>"Looking for the temple," she gestures absently at his notes.&nbsp; "No?"<br><br>She looks at the familiar, back to the adventurer.&nbsp; Not intimately familiar with the arcane, she doesn't peg him for what he is, but she knows the glint in his eye, the determination in him.&nbsp; <br><br>"We go there today.&nbsp; Can you help?"&nbsp; She takes a step closer, splays her hands on his table.&nbsp; "No fooling now.&nbsp; She can cast, I can fight.&nbsp; Neither of us wants to get stabbed in the back, though, so be direct."
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				Post by: <strong>BK Geno</strong> on <strong>31-08-2007, 20:32:27</strong>
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				Asheer suddenly flew over to land on the elf's shoulder, and meeped, rubbing her head against the woman's head. Derral laughed, and said, "Asheer, you are going to get swatted, not a scritch, if you don't learn some manners. But no, I am not looking for the temple, but the supposed 'Tomb of Horrors'. But you are right about me knowing how to stab in the back, even though I don't like to resort to that. But your friend can cast magic you said?"<br><br>Derral looked at the elf, and then said, "Well, I was hoping to pick up a few people crazy enough to want to dare the Tomb, and you two seem crazy enough. But I want one thing out on the table right now.<br><br>I will be in charge of disabling the traps inside the tomb. That means if I tell you do something, for the sake of whatever diety you follow, do it. I promise to not make demands that are not part of disabling traps."
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				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>09-09-2007, 11:36:39</strong>
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				((I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I thought I had posted in the midst of trigonometry and chemical bindings))<br><br>Aredhel almost jerked as the pseudo dragon flopped over to sit on her shoulder, the elf frozen in terrified delight of such close proximity to a creature such as that. And finally it clicked for the elf. If the man came with them, so did the dragon. Therefor a rather unsettling expression of eagerness appeared on her sensually cold face.<br>"Oh yes, we're crazy, I mean we are heading there... I'll follow your every word... Really."<br><br>In her excited state Aredhel failed to understand how her words may sound but the slender hand she held up to caress the dragon with quivered suitably humble, aching to give the dragon a scritsch, not a swat.
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>11-09-2007, 19:35:53</strong>
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				Xi shows little response in her face, but leans on the table before him.&nbsp; Though not large-- in fact, she's far from tall-- she has a definite presence.&nbsp; "Agreed-- but you must to trust Aredhel, and Xi, also.&nbsp; Tell us before you try a trap, no during, no after.&nbsp; We watch each other's backs."&nbsp; Her eyes flicker to Aredhel to indicate which is which.&nbsp; "And if you try to trick us, it will not be good. Not at all."
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				Post by: <strong>BK Geno</strong> on <strong>11-09-2007, 21:55:21</strong>
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				Derral nodded and said, "Fair enough request. But I cannot promise that I will always be able to do so. Sometimes I spot a trap about to activate, and have to try and disable it without warning others. I don't like to trick people I have to depend upon for my life. Might make them less likely to try and keep me alive."<br><br>He nods, and gestrues for another two meals to be brought, and tries to organize his notes, saying, "Well, if you have not eaten, I just signalled for two more meals so sit, and did not react to how Asheer had affected the poor elf. At least externally. Inside, he was tolling on the ground, laughing as Asheer made another devoted follower.
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				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>11-09-2007, 22:18:06</strong>
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				Regaining some of her poise and mysterious expression, Aredhel gently scooped up the mini dragon and placed it on the table infront of her owner, straightening then with her hands on her knees.<br>"That is good enough for me. Likewise, if you have any doubt of your success in disabling a trap, do not hesitate to let us know, we will not think less of you and I will have prayers to mend our bodies ready."
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>13-09-2007, 23:58:10</strong>
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				Xi nods, her shoulders heaving in a sigh, as she looks toward the door.&nbsp; "I be outside, when ready."&nbsp; She stands, wanting to enjoy the sky while she can.
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-09-2007, 09:07:29</strong>
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				The innkeeper, noticing the two parties are preparing to leave, quickly informs the elf and the thief of their bills, pittances to an adventurer, but still rather pricey for such a simple fare.<br><br>Unless there are plans to gather more supplies before beginning the final trek to the tomb, the party soon sets out on their way, into the wilds.
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				Post by: <strong>BK Geno</strong> on <strong>14-09-2007, 13:57:09</strong>
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				Aaron grabs a few ten foot poles, a lot of sun rods, and soon was ready to go. He met with the girls at the edge of town, and said, "Alright, I am ready, lets go make history! Onward, and forward, but in such a way that the forward promotes the onward. And visa versa."<br><br>Turning, he heads out toward the Tomb, ready for anything but the bite on the ear his familiar gives him, before she points down another road, meeping at him. He says, loudly, "I am a genius, and my ways mysterious. Besides, maybe I wanted to take a scenic route."<br><br>Another meep, this one sounding derisive, and he replies, "Okay, a really scenic route. Shut it, remember, I am a genius!"<br><br>Going down the correct path, he is now truly ready for anything.
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				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2007, 22:44:01</strong>
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				Aredhel certainly seemed to have a liking for the mysterious elf look, keeping her hood up to shroud her pale face in shadow even as it wasn't a particularly cold day or even the risk of anyone who didn't care for elves to spot them. Still, she carried her backpack without complaining and didn't laugh outwardly at Aaron's inconvenience.<br><br>In fact the woman was making sure that she memorized just where in her equipment everything was, potions for emergency, antidotes for questionable traps, scrolls for a bit of extra help and et cetera. Couldn't hurt to be prepared, she had even invested in one of those fancy map-making kits for this event.
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				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-09-2007, 19:53:49</strong>
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				(Sincerely hopes you all weren't waiting on me... apologies if that was the case)<br><br>Xi, leaning against a post and cleaning her teeth with a knife-split, peeled green stem, falls in with the pair... er, trio, staying off to one flank... not so far as to appear aloof, but not exactly close.&nbsp; A lathe of poles over one shoulder, her hand hanging close by the single-bladed ax at her hip.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>23-09-2007, 08:26:31</strong>
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				And off they head, into the Hills of Tenebrous. It's a long day's journey, and mostly uneventful, their only companions on their trip several herd of deer, as well as the occasional small woodland animal. Several hours before nightfall, they reach the edge of the Swamp of Lost Dreams, in a large valley between three of the hills. Somewhere in there lies the legendary Tomb. With night rapidly falling, though, the swamp can be a dangerous place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Tomb of Horrors] A Dark Doom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>24-09-2007, 23:29:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As they near the swamp, Xi takes advantage of any available terrain in order to gain a vantage point of the swampy lowlands ahead.&nbsp; "Getting dark," she says softly, then looks to the other two.&nbsp; That should be enough.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Tomb of Horrors] A Dark Doom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>25-09-2007, 05:15:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Crossing her arms infront of her chest Aredhel looked out over the swamp, not particularly enthusiastic about traversing it in either daylight or not.<br>"How strained for time are we? Setting camp here is awfully tempting as I doubt a better spot would be found easily as night draws near."<br>In reality the elf was rather excited to be so close to the goal of her journeys after such a long time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Tomb of Horrors] A Dark Doom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BK Geno</strong> on <strong>25-09-2007, 09:41:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aaron looked up from another argument with his familiar, and said, "We are not strained for time at all. It is not like the world is going to explode if we don't get to the Tomb at a certain time, and frankly, I don't want to be in the Tomb during the night. It is bad enough during the day, but according to several accounts of the Tomb that I have read, it is much worse at night."<br><br>He glances at his familiar and she takes off, circling above the others, and soon returns, cheeping at him. Aaron nods, and says, "On top of that hill is a clear spot, good for a camp. Should not be anything nearby that we have to worry about, so we can have a good fire before venturing into the swamps. And once there, lets try to avoid agitating the lizardfolk tribes that live there, alright?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Tomb of Horrors] A Dark Doom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-09-2007, 11:52:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Xi looks once to Aredhel, deferring to her judgement, before heading toward the campsite.&nbsp; Without comment, she checks the surroundings for signs of recent passage, marks of other parties, signs of natives... any threat.&nbsp; Aside from that last statement, she's been utterly silent since they set off that morning, speaking only when directly addressed.&nbsp; Now, she remains expressionless, though a visible tension creeps into her when it becomes clear, again, that she'll be delaying the inevitable.<br><br>She begins the process of securing the campsite and assembling the necessary provisions.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Tomb of Horrors] A Dark Doom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idachan</strong> on <strong>25-09-2007, 12:48:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm."<br>Aredhel nodded in agreement, following Xi's examinations of the ground towards the hill while she took a good look at her surroundings. She trusted the other woman when it came to making a safe camping spot, in fact she hoped to pick up on things as it could be useful in the future to know. Only when it was obvious that the spot was clear did she drop her backpack and help with the preparations.<br>"Aaron, I take it you have studied what little information of the Tomb to survive to this day, what can you tell us about it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Tomb of Horrors] A Dark Doom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BK Geno</strong> on <strong>25-09-2007, 12:57:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aaron had already tossed his bedroll onto the ground, and was lying upon it, feeding Asheer tidbits He looked up and said, "Like you said, not much reliable information has survived, and what little that has is mostly contradicting other sources of information. One thing that they all agree upon, however, is that the place is a death trap. Hesitation, one wrong step, or even just looking at the wrong place at the wrong time, all of those can and probably will be lethal there. Definitely not for the faint of heart.<br><br>There are several false entrances, with a single true entrance, but all of them have the same trap, a falling ceiling or crushing walls, the accounts merely stated that the room itself tried to kill them. After that, the accounts changed, as certain parts were either left out, or certain things were so common that they failed to mention them. That is why I bought a few dozen ten foot polls, useful for testing the area ahead of us, without having to enter it ourselves."<br><br>He pulled out some of his own notes, and said, "The builder of the Tomb, or builders, were fond of experimenting, and so we are likely to find several very unique or rare traps and monsters in there. The worst thing you can do is act without thinking, hence the reason I asked that you not do anything until after I have scanned the room for traps."<br><br>He put up his notes and said, "I expect any lizard folk tribes to know where the tomb is located, but they wil not know what it is, I think. They will simply know the area as a cursed place, or simply evil, and will either warn us away from it, or not tell us of it, lest that call the evil upon them. Which is why we don't need to pick any fights with the lizard folk."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Tomb of Horrors] A Dark Doom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>25-09-2007, 17:15:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Xi finds no trace of recent passage by anything other than a four-legged animal, and even then, those tracks are old. Very little likes to come down to this swamp, even to get within sight of it<br><br>From the vantage point of this hill, they can see the edge of the swamp; a forbidding place that seems to suck the very light out of the air. It looks terribly out of place, compared to the green hills around it, as if it were created not by nature, but by some dark, malevolent force. It's easy to imagine the Tomb, lurking just inside its dark borders, waiting to devour the next group foolish enough to enter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Tomb of Horrors] A Dark Doom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-09-2007, 18:02:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Xi sets her bundle of stakes and poles at one edge of the campsite, then begins to gather kindling out of habit and practice, listening to Aaron's recounting of the limited information that could have been gathered from other unfortunates' tales.&nbsp; She wonders, as she has before, what its purpose was in the first place, but-- as she has before-- does not speak the question.&nbsp; A question is nothing when no answer can be found.<br><br>Once she has sufficient fuel, she begins to assemble the fire where she deems it most fitting, a neat little tent of twigs and kindling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Tomb of Horrors] A Dark Doom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BK Geno</strong> on <strong>13-10-2007, 22:36:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aaron rolled over, staring at the stars, and asked, "So, why the Tomb? What made you pick that death trap over the other, probably safer ruins that dot the area?"
			</dd>
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