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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 28, 2003 0:38:36 GMT -5
(OOC - Please do not post on this thread until you have posted your character on the Brainstorm thread for this rp, and your character has been given the OK. Thanks)
*Her amber eyes follow it, as she stalks the prey hiding in the dark of the cellar. She is accustomed to the dark, and nothing can hide as well as it thinks it can from her. She knows all, and sees all; the knowledge stored safely for future hunts of the like kind.*
*She pretends to be alone, for it makes her look the easier prey herself, but she is never alone. Her kind are all around, hiding, waiting....waiting to come out and pounce upon the prey she has chosen.*
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 28, 2003 0:44:30 GMT -5
Ocean Whysper
*Silently crouching in the corner, she watches her target. Waiting for the perfect time to pounce. Time slips by ever so slowly, patience is her friend. She can silently hide where she is, for as long as it takes. Enjoying her hunt, she quietly licks her lips in anticipation.*
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 28, 2003 0:47:10 GMT -5
*She sends a mental message to OW* "Ahhhh sister, time is our friend indeed. This one is foolish, and underestimates our kind. We will feed well on this one."
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 30, 2003 4:42:36 GMT -5
*The castle was abandoned a century ago, all manner of creature being allowed to take over its interior. As you walk through the entryway, you hear the scrabble of claws run across the stone floors. Scraps of tapestries hang still upon the walls. From the left a dank breeze filters up towards your nostrils, giving full indication that the cellar awaits in that direction.
You come to an 8' set of heavy oak double doors, large brass rings in the center of each.
You now await the rest of your party.*
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 2, 2003 0:57:59 GMT -5
Dantri Miltona looks up at the large door with both disgust and awe at the same time. [glow=silver,2,300]"Eh, good waste of better wood. Why would somebody waste all that good mahogany on a crummy door?"[/glow] Running a hand over the door, he nods to himself. [glow=silver,2,300]"Whoever made these though did a good job on preserving them..hardly looks like they have been used...."[/glow] Dantri's mellow voice (for a dwarf) fades as he turns at the approach of another. Without even thinking about his actions, he slides his hands to the handle of his greataxe and slowly turns to see who or what is coming his way.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 2, 2003 9:37:48 GMT -5
Mahogany... I hate mahogany says Waldo. coming down the stairs quietly Don't get me wrong, I love the trees; they're tall, graceful, beautiful, and deep. But the lumber itself a perversion of everything nature intended for them. Its tough, unyielding; not at all like the adaptable, life-giving trees of my woods.
He walks towards Dantri slowly, fingering his battle-axes. A row of warhammers are strapped to his back by means of a bandolier. He tilts his head to the side and slightly back, looking down on the other man with a slight air of arrogance. Satisfied, he nods slightly.
The name's Figgensdale. Waldo Figgensdale. says Waldo Ranger extraordinaire.
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Post by Kerap on Oct 2, 2003 12:47:23 GMT -5
"Well I like trees, wood, lumber, doors, buidlings and beds. The name's Geoff. Normally I'm a simple caravan guard, but I've taken some time away to help a friend. But she doesn't seem to be here." Geoff reaches into his haversack, produces a bisquit and proceeds to munch on it. "Mmwatf mrings mooth tooff mere?" He says with a mouthful of bisquit.
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Deyv
Squire
Darq Lord... tch, fine. Darq Minion.
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Post by Deyv on Oct 2, 2003 15:05:28 GMT -5
A lone figure in black limps steadily towards the trio, left hand on a walking staff, right hand in cloak. Under the cloak a red tunic can be seen. Well, this should be interesting... he mumbles to himself, on his way over. Once he reaches the group he glances around at the three with a slight grin on his face. Greatin's, I'm Spakinal Avoram, you guys can call me Spark... everyone else does. This is the right group, isn't it? I assume you're Dantri?" *nod's towards the Dwarf.* Good, then what're we waitin' for? Shoot, for that matter, what're we doin' here? I was told I'd recieve all the information I'd need when I got here. I'm here now so who's got the info?
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Post by Kerap on Oct 2, 2003 18:58:31 GMT -5
Geoff shrugs his shoulders and says: "Mmeats meeef." He finally finishes chewing and swallows, all the while wondering why this always happens to him. He will be eating at a tavern, and no sooner does he shove a big hunk of steak in his mouth, and the pretty serving girl prances up to the table and asks if he needs anything. Great impressions, he makes. "Beats me. The name is Geoff. But my friends call me Geoff.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 2, 2003 22:38:29 GMT -5
Waldo breathes deeply and looks up to the ceiling for emotional support.
Why is it that I am always surrounded by the indecisive! he says, loudly, but with a level voice, There's a door here, let's go!
With that, Waldo reaches to the door handle, turns it, and swings it open, his other hand on his axe handle.
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 2, 2003 22:49:41 GMT -5
Dantri shrugs off his suprise at the others all showing up at teh same time and bows as low as his short frame will allow. [glow=silver,2,300]"Well met to you all, as some of you know, I am Dantri, local woodcarver and warrior. And yes, as there is nothing to do here, let's enter this place.......I am intrigued as to what lies within." [/glow]
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Post by OceanWhysper on Oct 3, 2003 1:15:38 GMT -5
As the door opens, your nostrils are assailed by stale, damp air from the cellar below. Just within the light from outside the heavy doors, you can make out the shape of a large feline, sitting at the top of the stairs leading down, cleaning its face, with a very large paw. Everything past the feline is in utter darkness. Pausing as the door swings open the feline looks up and says
~I’ve been waiting for you. I’m here to guide you through this small portion. At the bottom you will be met by my counter part ~ Standing up and stretching, you can see that it is a large female Bengal Tiger. She again begins to speak:
~Along the walls on both sides you will find torches every 10 feet, leading down into the cellar. The walls are roughly cut stones, covered in lichen. Cobwebs hang densely from the ceiling and walls, leading down some 40 feet. Moisture has seeped in from the outside over the years, so it can be rather slick with a thick green slime in some areas. As you can see, no one has been through this passage in many years. There have been some before you, but they never returned. So your journey begins~
With a swish of her tail, the feline fades into the darkness of the stairwell.
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 3, 2003 1:25:09 GMT -5
Dantri jumped at the tiger's presence, then relaxes and absorbed the information, then blinks in astonishment as the tiger disappears into the darkness. [glow=silver,2,300]"Well then, not exactly teh warmest reception possible, but it was batter than wandering blindly into this place."[/glow] Shouldering his greataxe, Dantri looks at the others. [glow=silver,2,300]"So, who is going to run point and rear, or does anyone other than me care?"[/glow]
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Post by Kerap on Oct 3, 2003 7:49:13 GMT -5
Geoff's jaw falls open and he blinks. Finally he regains his composure enough to say: "Wow! I never met a talking tiger before. So what do you do in this place?" He follows the tiger down the stairs, finally remembering to draw his sword in the process.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 3, 2003 9:50:46 GMT -5
Waldo kneels to the ground at the presence of the tiger, whispering words of prayer to his goddess. He draws his axe and crosses his chest with it, reciting a small mantra and then stands up, relieved. He turns to the others
I shall lead this troupe. I'd like a bow or a mage at my back, and a sword taking up the rear. No weaklings.
He takes his axe in one hand and grasps a warhammer in the other, walking forward in a defensive crouch.
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