Turn 5
The last undead assailant falls to the ground. The nauseating smell passes. Cyvara's question, "Is everyone all right?", echoes loudly into the now-silent room. She blushes.
Kilroy and Malikor rush over to the paralysed Dainn, while Khoron calls Moradin's healing down upon Circe. As Kilroy binds the stiffened Dainn, Malikor watches the two entrances - almost as if expecting a counter-strike.
He turns swiftly and stiffens when the low moaning is heard from the ledge. It is obvious that the broad grugach elf has not had much experience with undead. The tension is broken by Khoron, who mutters "Damn ghouls" as he heals Dainn.
The moaning becomes more distinct and attracts Cyvara's attention. She walks over to the ledge, which is about seven to eight feet off the ground. The room's ceiling is very tall, some fifteen feet. She says "Maybe I should climb up there and see what...", and begins to cast a spell but Damien gently grabs her wrist, indicating she should stop.
"I will accompany you", the gray elf says. He collects his arrows and places his bow upon his back. As he does so, the paralysis lifts on Circe and, a few moments later, upon Dainn. Both collapse to the ground coughing, spluttering - gasping for air. The dwarf and gnome assist each of them to their knees. "That's it, heave it out boys", Kilroy advises.
Then, with sword in hand, Damien lifts himself onto the ledge with almost inhuman agility. He extends his hand out to Cyvara, and lifts her up. Both can see that the ledge leads into a second small chamber filled with bones and rotting carcasses.
This is where the ghouls fed ...
Amongst the carcasses are two bodies lying on the ground, both of which appear to be twitching slightly - are they living?
The moaning is coming from a bearded half-elf with long brown hair, dressed as a forester in greens and browns. A trickle of blood runs from his lips. Although unconcsious, a dagger is clenched in his fist.
On the opposite side of him is a tall, lean young human woman. She has thick, shoulder-length brown hair that is intricately twined. She wears chain mail that appears slightly warped. There is something hanging around her neck but it is obscured.
Both must have only been recently captured by the ghouls, as they still carry possessions.
At the backwall of the small chamber, covered in grime and dust, there appears to be some sort of etched symbol.
Also, a small pile of bronze zees lie a few paces from Damien's feet. A glass bottle containing a red liquid, a slightly rusted short sword, four wooden jars about one inch deep and three inches in diameter, and six small golden yellow gems rest upon the coins.
Meanwhile, Kilroy, sling at the ready, moves over to the other door on the far side. He sees a short unlit passage; at the end, he just makes out the beginnings of a stairwell leading down. The ghouls who fled Moradin's wrath are nowhere to be seen ...
[Please welcome our final two players:
David Hilton -
Laura Braun -
That brings us up to our full and final complement of
ten. As you are hopefully aware, we're now using the
egroup address as well - thus, to send your public
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Private messages (and combat) should still be sent to
me directly at
Thanks also to Lee (Dainn) for his creation of the
Legends of Greyhawk website which features our little
ol' game - it features descriptions of the characters
(no game statistics, however) and the turns so far:
https://members.tripod.com/~lmauldin/index.htm
A word on magical items: Since we have the
incomparable Kilroy with us, I have decided _not_ to
give statistics in item descriptions. Rather, I'll
describe the appearance, both physical and mystical,
of the item from which a bard may identify the item,
or other players may merely guess. Then, after a
period of use, I'll privately email the item's owner
to tell her/him that it's a sword +1, etc. If this
doesn't appear to be working after a while, I'll just
state it's a sword +1 in the first place...
All are uninjured except:
Circe: scratched (just).
Dainn: scratched.
Damien: injured (just).
Malikor: injured (just).
And, bronze zees are coins used in the City of
Greyhawk - they are worth forty to a silver piece (so
you can't go home just yet ...). Please have
introductions/actions etc. completed by Tuesday, 2 pm
PST (that's Wed, 9 am Aust). Happy new year!]
Tyrmar moves over to the door where the ghouls
disappeared and listens at the door, then looks for
some way to block it from opening.
Hoping that the ghouls won't return for the moment,
Tyrmar stands guard at the door with his swords in
hand, keeping a watchful eye on the chamber and the
pair that the group has just rescued.
As Dainn's muscles become unfrozen, he slumps forward
- glad to be free of that dreadful imprisonment.
While taking a few minutes to fully recover, he looks
around to see how many ghouls (or were there one or
more ghasts in that group?) were taken out.
Satisfied that his count is correct, he moves over to
the ledge. After a few tries, he finally is able to
pull himself up.
Going over to where the two bodies are, he crouches
by the woman as Cyvara examines them to see if they
are still alive.
Cyvara takes Damien's extended hand and suddenly is
standing on the ledge above. Rather amazed at his
strength, she simply mutters with a gentle smile,
"Thanks for the help."
Taking a moment to survey the room and the carnage,
she covers her face with the sleeve of her robe, and
notices the two people lying amongst the ghoul trash.
Quickly, the dark-colored, young sorceress moves over
and kneels next to the woman in armor and looks her
over for obvious wounds. Cyvara's hair dropping down
into the woman's face as Cyvara bends over, she
listens next to the warrior-woman mouth to make sure
that she is breathing.
Cyvara's head appears over the opening in the
ceiling and she calls (more quietly than before),
"Uhmmm... Khoron, we could use your help up here.
There's a man and a woman up here that are alive, but
they may have been injured by those undead rot-men."
"Damien, can you help Khoron up?" she asks almost
rhetorically.
Once the ghoul's previous victims are being cared
for, Cyvara moves over to the wall to examine the
symbol there. Covering her face again to block the
stench, she brushes off the dirt and filth to get a
better look at it.
Once Damien sees that the others are coming around
and Khoron is attending to them he moves to the ledge
and grasps it and quickly pulls himself up. Extending
a hand down to Cyvara he smiles "Come on, I'll lift
you up, it looks safe"
"You are welcome Cyvara, I like working with you"
Damien and Cyvara look around and spot a small room
where the moaning is coming from. Damien puts a hand
on Cyvara's shoulder "wait a moment" Damien shifts
his vision to the infrared spectrum and scans the
room, "I see two heat sources, nothing else, but
ghouls would not show up, so there are two live
creatures in there. Damien draws both of his long
swords and moves forward, leading the way.
Damien and Cyvara find two people among the bones and
filth.
Damien: "Sure Cyvara, I think I can do that" Damien
moves to the ledge and lays flat extending a hand to
Khoron "Will you come up, and have a look at these
two, a 1/2 breed and a human"
Damien goes to the ledge once again "I have found
some money and gems, and a potion bottle perhaps,
also a short sword, rusted"
Once the strangers are able to communicate, Damien
approaches them
"I am Damien Silverleaf, but you may call me Damien
Farslayer, it is my earned name. My companions and I
have saved you from the ghouls, but they are still
about. Who are you, and how did you come to be here"
"Groan, Oh man does my head hurt." As I come back to
consciousness and try to sit up. Catching sight of
someone standing to my left I quickly grab up my
dagger but falter as I try to stand. Realizing after
a moment that this is not one of the creatures that
attacked me I say, " Who are you, and what are you
doing to her?" I will try again to stand so as to be
ready for an attack by this unknown person and ..
Damien: "I am a friend, perhaps, at least, I am one
of the ones who drove off the ghouls who were going
to eat you, the lovely lady is merely checking your
companion out to see if she is alright."
Cygar: "Oh boy there's more of them than I thought",
I say to my self as I see the other members of the
group begin arriving on the ledge. Rethinking my
actions I will sheath my dagger and standing shakily
will say, "I am Cygar Doral, and to whom do I owe the
honor of saving me from those dreadful creatures." I
will await the answer and while doing so check myself
over for any serious wounds or missing equipment. I
will also look around and try to determine just how
many others are here.
Damien: "Ah, that's better, I am Damien, how did
you come to be here?"
Circe, still sputtering, walks over to the ledge the
hairs on the back of his head standing on end, as he
anxiously thinks about what the other two might have
found up there besides the two people. He looks at
the eight foot span, being 6 and a half feet tall he
has no problem reaching the ledge. He then looks at
Koron sauntering over to the ledge to help at
Cyvara's request. "You want a boost up, you have to
grab hold quick because I can't hold you for long."
Once Koron is up Circe lightly jumps and grabs hold
of the ledge and attempts to pull himself up. If
successful he will immediately go and check out the
wooden jars as well as the glass one.
Keeping an eye on the passage outside, Kilroy removes
the journal from his coat pocket and begins scibbling
rapidly. "Hmmmm. What rhymes with Ghoul. Fool,
pool, mule." His nose scrunches up at the last and,
perplexed, he quickly replaces the book back where it
came from.
Seeing the others gathered at the ledge, the gnomish
bard approaches but, being far too short to climb up,
stands at the base guarding against attack.
"What do you see? What do you see?" he asks
excitedly, peering up.
The young, human woman opens her eyes and struggles
to sit up. "By the power of Celestian, those
creatures packed a punch!", she mumbles quietly. As
her head clears, she notices the rest of the group in
the room. "Greetings and my thanks for driving off
the ghouls. There definiately seems to be power in
numbers here. My name is Lianya Kensin." Seeming to
suddenly remember something, she turns and looks
quickly around the room. "The half-elf . . . Cygar .
. . where is he?
Did he make it?" Her eyes come to rest on Cygar and
she breathes a sigh of relief. "I told you faith was
all it took," she grins at him.
Damien looks over from where he is speaking with
Cygar "He is here, and safe for the moment. Now,
please tell me why you are here in this place?"
Damien stands and awaits a reply.. He has sheathed
both of his longswords and is examining a rusted
looking short sword...
Helping Lianya up, Dainn says, "Greetings Lianya
Kensin. I am Dainn Giantbane. If you so wish, our
healer will tend your wounds and the wounds of your
companion."
As they are being treated (i.e. bandaged, magically
healed, etc), Dainn thinks about the situation, ~Just
what were these two doing in this area? Could they
be working for the slavers?~
Damien calls out about finding treasure. Hearing
about the gems Dainn looks up - completely losing his
train of thought. Eyes glittering at the possible
enhancement of his abilities, his does his best to
redirect his mind back to the matters at hand and off
that of the treasure.
After the wounds have been treated, Dainn ask Lianya
and Cygar, "So what were you doing in this building
before you were attacked by the ghouls? I must say
that this is not a place that one goes for a leisurely
stroll."
Damien looks down over the ledge, at the little
gnome "Do you know anything about appraising gems? We
found some, and two people a human and a 1/2 breed.
You want to come up or stay down there, There is no
way out from up here that I can see, so we'll be back
down there in a minute."
Damien will drop the gemstones down to Kilroy if he
expresses a knowledge of them.
Kilroy's eye's widen at the gems. "Certainly! Yes,
I'll look at them."
The gnome grabs the stones and again goes for his
journal. He quickly begins sketching the stone and
appraising their worth. He will attempt to discern
if they contain any magical properties and
immediately write down his findings.
Damien is examining the short sword, and draws in hi
breath as he starts running a whetstone across the
blade. "Whew, this is a very fine weapon, who would
let it rust like this"
Damien looks about the room, and then approaches
Tyrmar "You see the short sword Tyrmar, Tell me, does
this weapon look like it would suit you, with a
little care, it is a well made weapon, possibly of
elven or dwarven make, but it has probably lain here
for decades and rusted, it needs some care, look at
the fine edge I have revealed with but a few passes
of the whetstone"
Tyrmar sheaths one of his blades and takes the rusted
weapon from Damien. Examining it closely the elf
shrugs, "I am not a weaponsmith I can't say of its
origins, perhaps one of the spellcasters could see if
it is enchanted some time." Sheathing his other
sword, Tyrmar pulls out a whetstone and methodically
starts cleaning the blade.
Damien then calls over to Khoron "The wooden jars
over there, are filled with some kind of paste or
ointment "I know nothing of such things, they may be
useful"
Lianya struggles to her feet and offers thanks to her
new companions for their help. Readjusting her
armour to its normal position, she offers Damien a
smile. "As I said, my name is Lianya Kensin and I am
in the service of Celestian. I have come to be here
mostly due to my own foolishness. I had heard rumors
of slaves in need to help and had investigated the
rumors. I discovered this city of Highport as the
center of the problems and while investigating the
city, I heard strange noises coming from the keep.
Hoping to do some information gathering, I entered,
only to be immediately overcome by our friends the
ghouls."
Lianya pales slightly as she remembers the attack,
"Perhaps luckily? for me, the ghouls had just feed
and where in no mood for eating. After I regained
consciousness here, I discovered Cygar. He was quite
injured and I healed him as best I could, but I am
afraid he is still suffering some side effects of his
recent treatment."
Strengthed by her story, Lianya's curiosity returns
and she looks over her new party members. "I hope
that answers your suspicious, now pray tell, to whom
all do I owe my thanks?"
Damien: "If you are enemies to the slavers, then you
are among friends, we are here as well looking into
the slavers, and a follower of Celestian is welcome
anywhere I travel. But If I may ask you something
Lianya, I admit my knowledge of the gods is greatly
lacking, I did however think that Celestian was the
name of an elven god, how do you, a human come to
worship an elven god?"
Satisfied with Lianya's response about wanting to
help slaves and not wanting to get drawn into the
beginning discussion, Dainn quietly moves away as she
and Damien start talking about gods and goddesses.
One that serves Celestian is not our enemy.
Having noticed the etched symbol in the back wall of
the chamber earlier, Dainn finally goes over to get a
closer look. Should he not recognize the symbol from
closer inspection, he will try blowing some of the
dust off of it.
Cygar says: My name is Cygar Doral and I have been
sent here by the Free Lord of Greyhawk on a mission
to rid our land of the awful scourge of slavery.
Unfortunately the leader of our band, Delgath the
Dread, opted for a frontal assault, despite the
instructions he received, and we were quickly
captured and enslaved ourselves. These people are
not the noted for their kindness and I was tortured
endlessly. I can't recall how long I have been here
or just how I escaped and get to where you found me
but I do remember running across the foul creatures
from which you rescued me and not having the strength
left in my body to defend myself I was quickly
subdued. But thank the Gods for Liayna who was able
to help me survive my wounds.
Now tell me, are you good folks just wandering in
like Liayna or did the Free Lord send out other
parties to aid us in our mission?
Before going off to inspect the symbol in the wall,
Dainn answers Cygar's questions. "We too were sent
by the Free Lord of Greyhawk to stop the slavers. It
was mentioned about another group that went before us
that was never heard from again. You were pretty
much written off as dead. Do you know the location
of the rest of your party?
"Would you like the chance to try to stop the slavers
by joining us on our quest?" Looking over to Liayna
he says, "You are welcome to join too."
Glancing to the rest of the party on the ledge and
looking at both the new comers, he adds, "All that we
ask is that you give us an idea of your strengths and
weaknesses. We must know that we can rely on each
other in time of crisis and how each of us might
respond. Also, it would greatly help us in knowing
how we arrange ourselves as we search this building."
Smiling he says, "We have one with us that has
gotten a bit paranoid with doors as of late."
Damien replies to Cygar "Dainn is correct, do you
have any skills with locks and traps, that seems to
be what we are lacking and could make this place
dangerous. I am a ranger, my skills lie in the bow
and these two longswords"
Khoron hefts himself up onto the ledge and walks over
to their newly discovered companions. "My name is
Khoron Graendig and I don't need any thanks for your
rescue, but I would be thankful if you would give a
brief thanks to my god, Moradin Soulforger, for
banishing those foul beasts. Now are you you in need
of healing? I still have the strength of my god and
his touch can heal the wounds given by these undead."
The dwarf looks down and sees Lianya's symbol to
Celestian. "Ahh I see that you are a follower of
Celestian. Well blessed may be your goddess and I am
sure that if you call upon her she will heal your
wounds, but do not hesitate to ask if you
need any help. Moradin is a caring god and he is
willing to care for those outside of the dwarven
realms even though many think he has eyes only for
dwarves."
Khoron's eyes turn towards Cygar. "I see that you
are wounded lad. Now just relax, those creatures are
not going to return." The dwarven priest kneels over
Cygar and nods his head as the man continues with his
story. "Now just relax and let us guarantee that this
noble ladies efforts to heal you do not go to waste.
Let the touch of Moradin chase away the coldness of
your wounds." Khoron places his hands upon Cygar's
chest and mutters some words in dwarven and as he
reaches up to clutch the holy symbol hanging from his
neck a warmth begins to spread from his hands and
warms Cygar's chest.
With a deep grumble Khoron finishes his spell and
slowly stands up. "Phew", he exclaims as he wipes the
sweat from his brow. "I haven't called upon the
powers of Moradin this much in quite a while. If you
are feeling well enough to travel lad then I suggest
we continue, but if you don't feel as though you can
then I can call of my god again to heal you. But I
would rather save my energy because I can only call
upon Moradin only so much."
Khoron turns his head towards Damien and shakes his
head. "I can call upon Moradin to heal those whom I
wish healed but I know little of the healing arts."
The dwarf reaches down and pats the stone. "This I
know, stone, building, carving, not herbs and
healing. Sorry my friend. But if you desire I can
determine whether any of this stuff is magical at a
later date, maybe after we have rested. So hold onto
it and I will check it later."
"So, you want to know my life story, do you?", Lianya
offers Damien a smile. "By no mean is Celestian an
elven god. He is worshipped by humans all over. All
those who revere the stars and heavens and the order
of the universe find comfort in following Celestian."
Lianya frowns down at her slightly warped chainmail
and pulls it off while she talks. The chainmail
itself once shone in blacks and silvers but her
recent encounters with the ghouls has left it
tarnished and dull. "My father was a sailor for many
years until his ship was lost off the coast near our
home. We all thought he was dead, but believe it or
not, he survived. He guided himself home by what
little knowledge he had of the stars. From that day
forth, the skies became an obsession." She looks up
from working on her chainmail and meets Damien's
eyes. "My father was never really a religious man
until that happened. But now he is one of
Celestian's most devout lay people."
Lianya sighs and slips the chainmail back over her
head. "Stupid armour -- it will have to wait til
another day."
Lianya continues talking as she picks up her shield.
A round black shield set with seven silver stars in
the shape of the holy symbol of Celestian. "My
father went on to become one of the best ship
navigators in the business." Satisfied that her
shield has survived the ordeal, she draws a gleaming
broadsword from her scabbard. She
pulls a whetstone and cloth from her backpack and
goes to work on her
weapon.
"My parents raised me for the priesthood. Alas, even
after so many years of study, magic was completely
incomphrensible to me. It was then that I discovered
my true purpose in Celestian's calling. I became a
holy warrior -- a paladin of Celestian."
She turns toward Dainn. "I am not much for locating
traps. I walked right into that ghoul's lair. But I
can more than hold my own in combat and I can lend a
hand occasionally with healing. I hope I can be of
service."
Smiling, Dainn says to Lianya, "Thank you for telling
us a bit of yourself. We will all have time later
when we camp to tell stories and more of our pasts.
"That is quite all right that you are more proficient
with a sword and shield than a lockpick. We can
always use another that is able to hold their own in
combat. Especially one that is not averse to wearing
heavier armor. There are times when brute force is
preferable to finesse."
Damien: "My thanks Khoron, and my thanks to Moradin
as well for chasing away the Ghouls"
Damien will place the jars in a pocket unless someone
else takes them. "Is there any among us who knows of
herbs and ointments, these jars contain some type of
ointment, I do not know what it may be made of."
Damien: "I did not know that, but I guess it makes
sense, My time was spent with the animals, and
learning to track with my father, and learning of
Silvanus with my mother"
Damien changes his opinion of Lianya up several
notches "A holy warrior of Celestian, and a human, I
have never heard of such a thing, but these are
strange times. Well I welcome you, Paladin of
Celestian, may your path be bright and star filled"
After making it up onto the ledge Circe walks over to
Damien. "Do you mind if I take a look at those
ointments as well as the potion. I am somewhat
knowledgeable about herbs and things magical." He
reaches out his hands his eyes sparkling. Once he
receives the jars he looks over to Dainn. "I
wouldn't mind looking at the sword after as well." He
then crouches down and starts to examine the
ointments using his herb and magic knowledge.
Damien gladly hands the three ointment jars to Circe
"Sure Circe, here you go. my training never advanced
to herb lore. Is that something that you could teach
to me, can I watch as you examine these things."
Damien will sit by Circe and watch, and ask
questions, unless he needs privacy, and in that
case, Damien will hop down off the ledge and make
sure Kilroy is all right. Damien will draw his bow and
take up a guard position.
Seeing the symbols, Dainn relates what he saw to the
others. "Does anyone have any idea as to the
meaning? Khoron and Lianya, you are probably the
most devout among us. Is there anything that you can
sense or divine?"
Cyvara mutters to herself as she stands in front of
the symbol on the wall, "...Ehlonna, goddess of
forests and animals... Heironeous, patron of
good-aligned warriors... Keoghtom, the quasi-deity of
heroism, extraplanar travel, and healing... A
gateway to the Happy Hunting Grounds?"
She looks up at Dainn, noticing him for the first
time. "I guess I am not that familiar with religious
meanings." She backs away from the symbol a step,
looking back to make sure she does not step over the
ledge.
Standing quietly watching the others interact with
the newcomers and look over the stuff, she finally
responds to Tylmar. Moving closer, she asks him
quietly, "Would you like me to see if that blade is
magical?"
Tyrmar nods at Cyvara in agreement, "I would
appreciate it," holding the still tarnished blade up
for her to test.
[Cygar's reponse to Dainn]
No, at this time I seem to be having a memory
problem. I don't seem to remember anything that has
happened to me since the torture started including
how I escaped and got here.
I would be honored to join with your group. At least
you all seem to be able to work together and follow
directions, unlike the Delgath the Dread.
In terms of my history and abliities, since my father
was a knight off fighting a war I was raised by uncle
after the death of my mother. He was a great ranger
in our community and he taught me much about tracking
and archery. Unfortunately my studies were cut short
after my father returned after being injured in a
battle and took me back with him to his home town of
Enstad. He was devisated by the death of my mother
and his early retirement and soon turned to drinking
to easy his pain. Not long after my twelveth year my
father was killed in a bar fight. Since I had no
other relatives in town and my father had left quite
a debt behind, I ended up on the streets and had to
fend for myself.
As you can imagine life is not easy on the streets of
a big town for one so young and I found myself in the
company of people I never thought I would associate
with. I took odd jobs to help survive including one
with a locksmith who taught me quite alot. I did
alot of other jobs which I would really rather
forget but I never forgot the things that my Uncle
Jama had taught me and used them every chance I got.
So I guess in answer to your question I have
familiarity with locks and such and have no problem
being up near the front has I can also be on the
lookout for tracks etc. I also have the ability to
use a bow for long ranged attacks.
During the discussion of the holy symbols on the
walls Khoron raises his head and walks over to the
symbols carved into the wall. His stubby dwarven
fingers caress the grooves and lines carved into the
rock for a few moments. "Hmmm, my training did not
really include the minor human dieties such as these.
Dwarves are not overly interested in forest dieties
to start with, I guess that is one of the stagnant
traditions of my people. Hmmm," Khoron continues to
study the carving as the group continues their
discussion.
With one last look at the symbols Khoron's attention
returns to the matters at hand. "Well I still have
no problem remaining at the rear of the party, but it
might be a good idea for me to stay in the middle in
case we are attacked by those undead creatures again.
Unless our knew comrade has the same ability to turn
undead with the power of her goddess. Does Celestian
grant you this ability Lianya?"
Damien: "Well it seems to me that, Kilroy and Cygar
could take point in the city surroundings, and Lianya
could back them up with Malikor and Tyrmar, that way
we would have someone with healing skills in the
front and the back, and there would be less chance
of losing them both to some unforeseen accident. May
Silvanus protect us all from such a fate" Damien
briefly touches the holy symbol hanging from his neck.
Lianya chuckles, "Celestian does indeed grants powers
to scare thosefell creatures -- for as much as it
helped me during the last fight." Lianya reaches up
to grasp her holy symbol. "I have only learned the
skills behind it recently however, so I am sure I am
less effective than one of your caliber. I will be
happy to be placed wherever you all feel I am most
effective. You know each other's skills far better
than I."
"Perhaps I also can assist in determining the blade's
origin." suggests Kilroy. "My bardic order know of
many fabled blades and this could be one of them.
Incidently, the gems are amber. They are worth
between 300 and 500 gold pieces each. Seeing we are
now all rich, perhaps we should allocate one of our
party as 'Treasurer' to keep track of the common
party funds. Alternatevly, we could elect to
distribute any gold recovered evenly between all of
us. My suggestion would be to keep our gainings in a
common fund until we could get to a town or such to
sell gems and other findings and convert them to gold
pieces which we could then share out. Now would be a
good time to work out how the money side of things
goes. Wouldn't like an arguement about money in the
middle of a fight." He grins around the group.
"This wouldn't be the first group destroyed by greed.
Any nominations who carries the loot?"
Kilroy turns to the two new members of the troop (if
they are on ground level) and greets them. "Hi! My
name is Kilroy. Very pleased to meet you. Oh,
by-the-way. Would you mind me recording your
previous adventures. They could add valuable clues
to the future of this misson." Without waiting for an
answer, the fiesty gnome extracts a battered journal
from his robes and begins scribbling.
OOC : Welcome to the group ( Lianya and Cygar - the
rest of you already know Kilroy!!!). Always good to
have a female character in a party. Two is
stupendous!
Dainn's eyes lighting up at Kilroy's words as he
tells the approximate value of the gems, Dainn says,
"Actually, I could use the gems to augment my mental
powers. I can store a small amount of my energies in
the gems and use it whenever my internal energies are
depleted. I personally would prefer one very
valuable gem so I didn't have to keep track of
several smaller ones."
"If no one objects, I will carry the gems until they
can be sold. [OOC: and hopefully more valuable ones
can be found to replace them :) ] At least that way,
they can aid us in our quest instead of just gaining
dust."
Upon Kilroy's voicing knowledge of blades, Cyvara
waffles, "Yes, perhaps Kilroy would be better at
determining what, if any, history or enchantments the
sword has. Instead, she moves back to the symbol on
the wall and begins looking it over again more
closely, examining the symbols and engraving more
carefully, running her hands over the lines, blowing
the dust away as she does so, looking for edges or
cracks, pushing on the symbols and here and there...
"Animals... heroes... good warriors..." Cyvara
mutters herself, stopping her search briefly and
glances in Damien's general direction, then returns
to her work, "Rangers... woodsmen..."
Cygar: After discussing the order in which we will
continue out of here. I will check over all of my
equipment to make sure nothing is missing or out of
place. Once complete I will state that I am ready
when ever the rest of the group wants to leave. I
will then make my way over to the door an the far
side through which the others said the ghouls left
and I will conceal myself in the shadows and listen
for any telltale noises down the corridor which would
indicate that something or someone is waiting for us.
Once the rest of the group is assembled I will take
point with Kilroy and will actively check for the
tracks of the ghouls as well as side passages or
doors that they could have gone in.
Damien turns at the mention of the money, "I suppose
I would feel comfortable with anyone keeping track of
the gems, I have not had too much need for such
money, but it could come in handy dealing with the
sorts of character we will come across here, bribes
and such can go a long way, where brute force will
not. I say Lianya should be responsible for the
money." Damien looks at Lianya "If you agree of
course, but there is my vote"
Damien sees Cyvara looking towards him, and briefly
meets her gaze and smiles, then moves over to where
she is looking at the symbols "What have you found
Cyvara?"
Damien:
Once the others begin to get ready to go, Damien
will walk with Cyvara over to the ledge, and offer to
lower her down, "Cyvara, allow me the pleasure of
helping you down, it is quite a jump" If she allows
it Damien will take her by the hands and lower her
over the ledge, and will then jump down next to her,
landing easily on the balls of his feet.
Damien will also help Khoron down, as well, but
afterwards.
Damien will draw his bow, ready an arrow, and take
position, ready to trail after the ghouls.
Chapter 4
Chapter 2