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Post by derick on Jul 14, 2015 23:43:33 GMT
Who has a big sword to open the cage?
Then Fly You Fools! "Galaidin, break this lcok open! Run everyone, run!" Is there cover we can duck behind if we flee? I'd rather draw out the winged creature away from the arrows.
Delvin is rocking a dinky rapier at this point; weakly.
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Post by timothycarpenter on Jul 16, 2015 3:08:08 GMT
Being ask of such a task would make even the Greatest Warriors laugh and grin knowing that it was easy. So with a boost of confidence, Galaidin takes his Sword and swings with might.
Strength Check of 18+6.
As his sword is coming down, he yells a war chant, "For the God of Tyr, I shall not fail."
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Post by galaidin on Jul 18, 2015 18:26:09 GMT
OOC: When are we continuing? Or are we not playing anymore?
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Post by braigwensilverleaf on Jul 21, 2015 1:17:40 GMT
"Hurry with what you're doing, and let's get out of here!" Braigwen tells her companions.
She readies her bow, knocking an arrow in place and aiming it toward the ship. She releases the arrow. EdZWaSn6
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Post by derick on Aug 25, 2015 18:44:32 GMT
Delvin looks around him. Nobody was moving. He was hungry. Really hungry. He wished he had a bag of peanuts.
Everyone around him was still, eerily still. Arrows hung in the air, loosed from strings who knows how long ago; now hanging in the air. A Time Stop gone wrong? The answer wouldn't be far away, and possibly he'd find peanuts. He tried shaking his companions, hoping not to be a solitary soul left wandering this world. On not feeling them react, he walked slowly, disconsolately inland.
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Post by derick on Aug 28, 2015 18:15:23 GMT
Day two: my journey continues. The world is so full, but so empty. I saw a hummingbird mid flight, ate it since I can't find peanuts. Civilisation seems an irrelevant consideration, I'm going to stop at a town to pick up supplies then I'm going to head towards the mountains, maybe solitude and contemplation will help me figure out what to do.
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Post by derick on Sept 1, 2015 23:08:03 GMT
Day six: I've sickened myself of peanuts. I still have a lot of them in my bag, though.
I reached a cave on the moutainface. It's deep, there were a lot of dead monsters and in the bowels of ita layers I found an adventuring party. They have stopped in time, fighting a mighty dragon. It's a beautiful sight, though no doubt they won't be thinking so. They have jus killed the dragon; it's a magestic creature, but the knight's sword has cut through its throat. It doesn't look pained, it looks peaceful and graceful yet. I made a song about it but there's nobody there to listen. I nearly didn't spot the halfling thief, in fact I nearly tripped over him he was so well concealed. He had some kind of fresh meat with him, gods know what of. I hope I didn't eat someone, you hear tales about halflings and their tastes. Who knows? It was delicious anyway.
The solitude is becoming... comforting.
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Post by derick on Sept 3, 2015 21:03:10 GMT
Day twelve: Now, don't ask how I managed to find this out, but I can definitely pose people. They don't seem to wake up or notice, but I can move them about. I've taken all of the weapons off of the adventurers, just in case, and hidden them. I've been trying to move the dragon about as well, but it's slow work; she's a big beast. George the peanut is keeping me advised and he's going to look after things here while I head back down the mountain and see what I can find in the nearby towns to make my new home more comfortable. I'll have to see how much food I can get up here, it seems a shame to just let the dragon's loot stay the same. Maybe I'll help it along if I see shiny things along the way. I'm excited; I have a new purpose: I'm going to make this the best darn dragon themed cave I can! I already have a free dragon!
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