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Post by Marance Talendar on Nov 11, 2003 4:45:55 GMT -5
Carefuly obesrving the situation, the old man overheard that the warrior at the other table adressed him, though he couldn't hear warrior's exact words. He moved closer to the table, occupied by his illusionary image, to be able to hear the warrior's words better next time. Meanwhile, the old man invoke more words of magic inside his mind, shifting them in a different spell, and then erasing them to perform magic...
[OOC:] "I perform Ventriloquism spell, without refering to components of focuses though." [/OOC:]
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Post by Marance Talendar on Nov 11, 2003 4:48:43 GMT -5
Meanwhile, the illusionry old man interrupted his eating and looked up at the warrior, who adressed him.
"I am sorry, warrior, but did you adrssed me?" comes the voice from the illusionry old man "Please, excuse old me, my hearing isn't as good as it used to..."
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Post by Shadowdragon on Nov 11, 2003 17:44:24 GMT -5
I simply said, what's yer story? It seems to me that everyone else here tonight's either seeking or, as in my case, sought justice recently. I was wondering if you too were seeking justice for some past wrongdoing? Or is it just a strange coincedence that we three seem to have gathered in this strange land at this particular inn?
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Post by Marance Talendar on Nov 13, 2003 13:03:27 GMT -5
"Justice?" said the illusion of an old man "The only time when I am seeking justice is when I am helping Freternity of Order, Harmonium or Mercykillers, if you can call it justice of course. But right now, I am not helping any of them, so yes, I happened to be here because of the sheer coincidence."
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Post by Shadowdragon on Nov 18, 2003 13:48:00 GMT -5
I am sorry, and hope I did not offend thee. It just appeared that most of us gathered did have revenge on the mind in one way or another. Here, have another drink on me. *motions for the waitress to refill the old man's drink, never letting go of the haft of his throwing axe*
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Nov 18, 2003 21:05:55 GMT -5
Turanis suddenly leaped up and out of the window, during his leap a pair of black demonic wings formed. As soon as he hit the hard wood of the porch he smiled, smiling a fire lit in his eyes as his sword transformed into an energy scythe. One of the shadows leaped out at him revealing it's grotuesque form, that of balor albeit it's skin was black as was the fire that leaped from his skin. Turanis's eyes glowed as he jumped into the air, his wings spread wide as he brought his scythe down. The Balor screamed as it's right arm and wing were cleaved from it's body. It grimaced and sent Turanis flying into a nearby tree with a violet blast of energy. The tree cracked but Turanis just stood up, ignoring the quickly spreading red stain on his stomach. "I'm going to take my rage out of your scaly hide... Your two friends will feel the touch of my power as well." he stated with utter calm as he walked slowly towards the balor, completely ignoring the two bebileth that appeared behind it.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Nov 18, 2003 23:48:24 GMT -5
Why...I don't know whispers the white cloaked elven female as the demons appear. A single tear rolls down her cheek and her face veritably shivers as she experiences the horror of the fiends' thoughts.
Shifting off the barstool, she whirls around with a primal scream, her weak countenance contorted into a violent war face. Twirling her robes fiercely as her hands work their way into a spell, she looses a powerful bolt of purple liquid at the balor
<OOC - Casts acid blast>
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Nov 18, 2003 23:49:16 GMT -5
<OOC - Sorry, just wanted to get this straight. Aren't bebiliths and tanar'ri sworn enemies? Just checking>
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Post by Marance Talendar on Nov 19, 2003 9:53:54 GMT -5
The illusion of an old man took the glass, making a little swallow (OOC: At least, it appeared so).
"Thank you warrior" said illusion of an old man "Don't worry, for you haven't..."
Then suddenly illusion of an old man froze motionlessly, as the Balor made an appearance, and the real old man concentrated all his attention at the combat...
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Post by Marance Talendar on Nov 19, 2003 10:20:52 GMT -5
"A Balor!" thought the old man, letting down his mental guard "Did it came here after me? In either case, it is good that these people are going to help me kill the demon!
The old man walked closer to the window, and began chatting a spell, remaining invisible though. As soon as old man finished chatting his spell, the Balor felt as a powerful magical force came upon him, ready to make parts of Balor's massive body fall into pieces smaller then dust, if only Balor's natural resistance to magic wouldn't help it...
[OOC:] "I have cast Ruin epic spell at Balor. If I will be able to beat Balor's spell reisistance (by the way, I am trying to beat Balor's spell resistance with +25 [my caster level]), my spell will inflict 20d6 points of dmage to Balor (Fortitude Save DC: 26 for half damage), this damage is not subject to damage reduction or any form of resistance. I know, this is a Freeform RPG, but I still give you this information to help you to decide, how much harm will my spell cause to Balor, if it will cause any harm at all, of course" [/OOC:]
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Post by Shadowdragon on Nov 19, 2003 19:26:27 GMT -5
Well wasn't expecting this! He thinks to himself. Throwing his readied axe at the beast through the now shattered window, muttering a low curse under his breath for leaving his better weapons on his horse.
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Nov 26, 2003 12:30:04 GMT -5
The Balor smiled as the acidic blast hit him and disappeared, but the smile turned into a look of terror as his body began to crumble to dust. Strangly he smiled, suddenly he detonated in a titanic blast of dark flame. The ground rocked and crumbled, though the inn remained standing... barely. The flames burned low for a second as a figure walked out of the inferno.
Turanis's eyes glowed an eerie green, his wings spread wide as he brought the scythe down into the head of a bebilith. It's strang scream echoed as it's twin leaped from the shadows, but was knocked out of the air by the thrown axe. It landed on it's feet, the axe having done little more than chipping it's thorax armor.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Nov 26, 2003 17:50:24 GMT -5
Fall, fiend! cried out the elven female, almost glowing with white energy. Her hands whip around again and with a flourish, another rush of greenish liquid splurts at the nearest bebilith.
<OOC - cast, acidic blast>
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Post by Marance Talendar on Nov 27, 2003 13:43:33 GMT -5
The old man barely mantained his balance by leaning to the wall near the window, as the inn rocked. Without old man's focusing on them, his illusion and invisiblity faded.
"Elemental magic is of little use against these fiends thought the old man, as he saw elven female firing yet another acid blast into the demons "And this is the second time she is trying this. Truly, the elves are slow-learners."
The old man made no attempt to rejoin to combat, for he was rather exhaused after casting a different spell, and besides, he was sure that the two warriors would have little difficulty in dealing with bebiliths now when the main threat was gone.
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Post by Shadowdragon on Nov 27, 2003 17:03:09 GMT -5
Startled for a moment as the old man appears near the window, Brandon leaps through the shattered glass. Running to his horse (tied very well to the post of the inn) he retrieves his weapons and readies his greataxe. Hope this is enough to crack those hides. he thinks. I may not be a spell slinger, but if you foul beasts can die then I shall do my best to send you on your way. Raising his axe, he foolhardily charges the vile creature his throwing axe had knocked out of the air.
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