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Post by Issarian Lockwood on Jan 22, 2016 8:21:59 GMT -6
"So, Flynn-chenzo, me old sock! While we watch our orcish pals get melted, how long have you and your dearly departed comrades been down here? Your lot were mugged in your beds, you said? So Bordin's Watch has been overrun? Also, you said there's other groups here? How many have you seen, and where were they?"
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Post by blackarrow on Jan 22, 2016 13:12:06 GMT -6
Delrin attempts to focus the viewing/listening device on the large crowd of orcs and beasts gathering near the trackless passage, hoping to gather some useful intel from the chatter. Ideally, he'd like to listen in on somebody who seems to be in charge of the group, if he can spot someone like that.
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Post by Art Teach on Jan 23, 2016 19:56:11 GMT -6
Flynn looks to Izzy and shrugs,"I was grabbed I think about a day ago, I woke up 8 hours ago. It is hard to tell because I'm not sure how long I was out. The Troll wasn't big on conversation." I saw more groups of adventurers but I think the leader is having trouble getting enough numbers on this side of the mountain. It sounded like the orc units had to climb down a fisher in the mountain and lost about a third of the group in the climb. They can't get their army through the gates because they only know a few gate keys."
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Post by Art Teach on Jan 23, 2016 20:30:24 GMT -6
Delrin looks through the eye port (everyone can look at different things through the large ports). He focuses on the larger group opposite if you and the portal zooms in to the group. You begin to hear voices coming from the "ears" of the statue. Delrin sees in the midst of the orc group is a large ogre who stands upright and disciplined.  His armor and weapons are not like any you have seen in the Elsir Vale, but you have seen tapestries and paintings of the Dragonlord's minions and they wore armor of this type. As he paces back and forth the orcs part before him dropping to their knees and adverting their eyes from him. He is ruddy of skin with large tusks. Following his pacing is a woman of unsurpassed beauty. (Each player who sees her will see whatever is most beautiful and desirable to her. Delrin please describe what you see, and others will do the same when they first see her.) The ogre suddenly spins on his heel as a orc approaches from the opening in the far wall. "Report!" the Ogre snaps. The Orc is an Eye of Grummish his speech and manners far above the orc's you have encountered,"Warchief Tusk. the adventurers have not returned from the crypt yet. We may assume they are dead." "Have the armies from the Monestary captured the adventurers yet?" Tusk inquires. Another orc comes forward and drops to one knee,"Chief, The army is gone, slaughtered. All we found was an old dwarf who flew off on a griffon and our brothers dead." "We slaughtered their fighters at that monestary to the man. Who could have destroyed 3 tribes of orc warriors? See if you can capture that dwarf." He turns from them and moves to the woman leaning down and speaking in a low deep tone. As Delrin concentrates he can hear their words as if they are standing next to him. "How can we finish our invasion with half the troops we started with?" Tusk fumes. "Once we have entrance to the Tomb of the Artificer we will have the ancient gate keys. We can then bring the entire orc nation to bear. The people of Vale will be defeated and enslaved. The world will be returned to the natural order." The woman almost purrs as she speaks. "We have sent a dozen orc and another dozen adventuring parties into the tomb. None have survived it's horrors. We have one more party then we will need to return to sending orcs. We can't afford to loose any more orcs." "Trust me my love. We will succeed it is destiny for the dragonlords to return. No human, elf, or dwarf can stand in the way of destiny." |
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Post by blackarrow on Jan 24, 2016 16:24:15 GMT -6
As Delrin watches the oddly attired ogre walking the stage, a familiar black ponytail catches his eye. His eyes widen, and his mouth opens just slightly in shock as more details come into his view. The pure blue eyes. The lithe, athletic frame. That blasted ruby red coat that nobody else in their right mind would wear in public. The smile-no, something's wrong there. Something about that smile is...off. It seems sinister.
That one faulty detail breaks Delrin of his nostalgic reverie, as a million different errors in the scene come rushing to his attention, countless reasons to explain why the figure he was seeing could not possibly be the real thing. His wide eyes narrow, his open mouth clenches shut, and, as he lets out a low growl, his expression of shock is replaced with one of fury.
Delrin quietly attempts to beckon the rest of the party towards the viewing chamber as he keeps his eyes and ears focused on the ensuing conversation. If they were going to be victorious in this upcoming confrontation, they'd need all the information they could get, and the deception he just suffered only served to give Delrin one more reason to want to destroy this army.
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Post by Sithramir on Jan 25, 2016 11:43:18 GMT -6
Malik looks forward, "So those are the next enemies to die? How do we get to them through the army?"
Oloric smiles as he stares at the female, "I'm definitely going to have to bed her, I mean KILL her! Yeah. Definitely going to make her scream with delight, er, dread. Yeah, definitely lots of screaming."
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Post by Art Teach on Jan 25, 2016 21:06:05 GMT -6
OOC: From Delrin's point of view Oloric that explained that he would bed his dead wife.
Fargrim looks to Oloric,"Didn't know you appreciated the charms of a solid dwarf lass goldie."
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Post by blackarrow on Jan 27, 2016 0:57:46 GMT -6
After barely suppressing a sudden urge for violence, Delrin calms down greatly when he hears Fargrim's remark. While he's still staring ahead with his fists clenched, his jaw slackens just a slight bit. "It looks like whatever's down there has some sort of personalized morphing enchantment or glamour, since I definitely don't see any dwarf up there. That could spell several kinds of trouble. That THING must either be a powerful spellcaster or a creature from another plane. My gut reaction would be a succubus, based on the way the choice of enchantment, but I've never heard of a succubus who looks different to different people at the same time. Needless to say, that one's probably the most dangerous one of the bunch, maybe the most dangerous thing we've faced yet."
"Considering that we're essentially an island surrounded by magma, we'll need to find some secret passage to exit here. We're probably on a time limit too, since soon the magma piled up at those doors will break through, trapping us entirely. Since we can see through the statue's eyes and hear through its ears, perhaps we can escape through the nose or mouth?"
Eager to focus on a new task, Delrin begins to search the area for a trapdoor or other way to get out of this room other than the way they came, although his head isn't exactly all there.
Investigation: 11. Looks like Delrin's not finding anything anytime soon.
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Post by Sithramir on Jan 27, 2016 5:40:36 GMT -6
Oloric joins in on looking around but seems to not really make the effort. Investigation 8
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Post by Issarian Lockwood on Jan 27, 2016 10:50:44 GMT -6
Izzy peeks through the eyehole dealie and smiles cruelly. "Why, Daerilla, I always knew you were a size queen, but an ogre? That's taking it a little far, isn't it?" Looking back at the rest of the crew, he smirks and says "...my ex. Knew she took it hard, but I didn't think she'd take it THAT hard!"
Then he takes a poke around the room with his fancy new visor.
(Investigation check total, w/ advantage: 6/22)
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Post by Art Teach on Jan 27, 2016 12:39:52 GMT -6
Oloric just stares at the woman and notices as his thoughts switch from girl to girl so does her form. She settles at a form that looks strangely like a female version of him. Along the way he never notices anything else.
Delrin in his anger stomps around a circle but can not fully take his eyes off the scene below.
Izzy slides on his visor and examines the walls. He finds the ear areas each have a part of the floor that has a fine 5' circle. Touching the circle it presses down slightly and slides to the side the stone is perfectly counter balanced and he can move it with one hand. The circle leads to a "ladder" or hand and foot spaces carved into the insides of Moradin's jaw.
Tusk stops mid- order looking toward your side of the Stonehome mine. "By the goddess, What is that? magma."
The woman turns and look,"One of you orcs must have broken the lava dams. Soldiers quickly gather all the stone you can and create a break wall. We can not allow the nexus or the Tomb of the artificer to be damaged."
Unmoving, The orcs just look at Tusk.
"Do as she says. Move it! Break down the whole city if you need but stop that before it destroys everything."
The orc rush forward grabbing stone and ripping bricks from walls. They are all coming your way in a long line that looks like it could be a thousand orcs.
You are encouraged by the fact that at least they don't know you are there.
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Post by Sithramir on Jan 28, 2016 16:11:25 GMT -6
Oloric ponders, "What is the plan? Things arent looking good. how will you all escape?"
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Post by blackarrow on Jan 28, 2016 19:45:00 GMT -6
OOC: Where exactly does the ladder lead to? Are the walls of this cavern climbable? Is there any check we can make to see through the illusion/enchantment/whatever the creature is putting off? Or maybe some sort of knowledge check to know what kind of creature possesses this unique ability?
Delrin rests his chin on his fist as he thinks about the situation. "Well, I have a few ideas on how to accomplish some objectives, but I have to admit I'm not too fond of any right now."
"If we want to thin down the orc horde, we need that magma to start flowing. That could easily be accomplished with something as simple as a Mage Hand or a well placed grapnel, but then we'd need some way to keep the orcs from building a barricade or fleeing the area. While a number of charm and psychic abilities could do that on a small scale, I don't know of any that could affect enough orcs to make a real difference in this situation."
"Alternatively, we could attempt to snatch someone and question them. Assuming the rank and file orcs know absolutely nothing, that narrows down our options to Tusk and the glamoured creature. If we have access to any form of teleportation, or if I can take the time to attune these Boots of Speed, a portion of us could sneak up on the pair, charm or incapacitate one of them, and then grab one and either teleport or run away. Tusk is probably too large for either transit option, but the creature...well, I honestly can't tell. When Fargrim looked at it, he saw it as being of a very different stature than I did, which means it could be any shape or size imaginable. Assuming it's roughly the size of a standard human, we could make the grab, but if that assumption's wrong, everyone on the grab team dies."
"Our last option is to throw the entire army into disorder by taking out Tusk, who they clearly are entirely dependent on, but that runs into many of the same problems as the abduction option. Plus, while I could see us temporarily incapacitating Tusk quickly enough to escape, killing him is another matter entirely, and he'd very likely have half his army surrounding us before we could finish the fight."
"Honestly, I'm open to any other possible suggestions, since I'm having a very difficult time trying to plan when I don't know what the creature's capabilities are. As far as we know, it could be a sentient rat from another world, an escapee from one of the darkest planes of the underworld, or just some fool who happened to pick up a magical trinket. All we know is that it has some form of magical ability, and that, based on how it's enthralled Tusk, it has an incredible gift for persuasion. What I'd give for True Sight right now..."
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Post by Art Teach on Jan 29, 2016 3:07:25 GMT -6
The ladder goes down to another level in the head. If you find an opening to the outside it is just like mountain climbing. Think of the statue of liberty built into the side of a half mile wide cave.
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Post by Art Teach on Jan 29, 2016 3:13:14 GMT -6
Flynn looks out the portal as he licks his lip and strokes his goatee. " I can open a door between the dimensions. I have used it many a time to get to or escape from a lady. I would need to go alone but could grab her and jump back before new what hit them. Then I would suggest I could her interrogation. I'm exceptional and making women express themselves."
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