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STATUS: Running a fantasy RP(roleplayerguild.com/topics/7..), looking for more things to do. 9 yrs ago
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Saran nodded with a look of grim determination and inspected the dagger as Keystone forced the sword inside the rock. The wall easily gave way, absorbing the sword as if it was thick syrup and hardening when the monk let go. For a moment the headache seemed to recede, but it came back in full force seconds later.
"I am not certain what this dagger does, and I do not have any identification spells memorized. I'll stick to my own weapon, in case this one is cursed," Saran whispered, peeking out from behind the door. "It looks empty." She stepped aside when Keystone walked in, unbinding her horse and following him inside the abandoned town.
Two Stars was bathing in the morning sun and pierced by a cold wind, but Keystone did not feel cold or hot. The city was completely empty: no signs of bodies, inhabitants, or even indications of recent occupation. What few torches were on the gate walls appeared pristine and never lit, a large fireplace in the guard's bunker to the right of the entrance was made up but showed no signs of ever being lit. No dust covered the many surfaces around the gate. The main street was devoid of all life as the sunrays broke through the slightly cloudy sky.
"You lived in here? That must have been lonely," quipped Saran, looking around.
Keystone's head briefly flashed with pain and the image of a skull encased in an all too familiar helmet flashed by.
"I am not certain what this dagger does, and I do not have any identification spells memorized. I'll stick to my own weapon, in case this one is cursed," Saran whispered, peeking out from behind the door. "It looks empty." She stepped aside when Keystone walked in, unbinding her horse and following him inside the abandoned town.
Two Stars was bathing in the morning sun and pierced by a cold wind, but Keystone did not feel cold or hot. The city was completely empty: no signs of bodies, inhabitants, or even indications of recent occupation. What few torches were on the gate walls appeared pristine and never lit, a large fireplace in the guard's bunker to the right of the entrance was made up but showed no signs of ever being lit. No dust covered the many surfaces around the gate. The main street was devoid of all life as the sunrays broke through the slightly cloudy sky.
"You lived in here? That must have been lonely," quipped Saran, looking around.
Keystone's head briefly flashed with pain and the image of a skull encased in an all too familiar helmet flashed by.
Been busy for a lot of the time, but could advance the story if need be.
"You are a kind soul, Keystone," Saran replied, trotting alongside him, "but I consider you a good man, despite everything you say. Your friend Raa has a voice to speak for him. Yours." She smiled with that same warm smile she had the day they met.
Saran looked around, quite concerned with the situation. Keystone noticed that she seemed out of her element on the open road, far less comfortable being out in the open than he was. A few minutes later she came back to the monk with a look of confusion:
"I don't understand. Should Two Stars not be guarded and manned? We heard from the caravans that the city was alive and well, yet I don't see a soul. What divination spells I have show empty streets and houses, nobody walking the streets. It's strange." She adjusted her leather pads and pulled out a short dagger as he looked at Keystone.
"I suppose it would be the wrong time to mention that I'm ill suited for combat? I deal with divination and enhancement, so I can help you, but don't have much in the way of offensive magic. Is there anything you'd like to me to cast on you? I can make you faster, stronger and harder to hit, amongst other things. We may be here for a long time, and I'd prefer to not to exhaust my repertoire too quickly," Saran said, tying up the horses to a line she held.
"After you?" she pointed at the open gate, behind which was the gloomy, half lit main street. The sun had only recently come up, slowly revealing the streets with rays of striking light. A cold, seaside wind blew across the plains and slammed into the city walls, eliciting some creaks and groans.
Saran looked around, quite concerned with the situation. Keystone noticed that she seemed out of her element on the open road, far less comfortable being out in the open than he was. A few minutes later she came back to the monk with a look of confusion:
"I don't understand. Should Two Stars not be guarded and manned? We heard from the caravans that the city was alive and well, yet I don't see a soul. What divination spells I have show empty streets and houses, nobody walking the streets. It's strange." She adjusted her leather pads and pulled out a short dagger as he looked at Keystone.
"I suppose it would be the wrong time to mention that I'm ill suited for combat? I deal with divination and enhancement, so I can help you, but don't have much in the way of offensive magic. Is there anything you'd like to me to cast on you? I can make you faster, stronger and harder to hit, amongst other things. We may be here for a long time, and I'd prefer to not to exhaust my repertoire too quickly," Saran said, tying up the horses to a line she held.
"After you?" she pointed at the open gate, behind which was the gloomy, half lit main street. The sun had only recently come up, slowly revealing the streets with rays of striking light. A cold, seaside wind blew across the plains and slammed into the city walls, eliciting some creaks and groans.
I'm starting up a new set of classes and my job, so posting frequency will be greatly diminished, up to a minimum of 1/week. I'll do my best to make it twice per week minimum.
@Lady AmaltheaThat's Elm's whole shtick.
@Lady AmaltheaBut Elm is a fighter, just look at him! How could a dumb half-orc cast spells?
@SigilSuch as becoming a pincushion due to the Shards spell?
Besides, how would Lob know who is manipulating it?
Besides, how would Lob know who is manipulating it?
@Lady AmaltheaFortunately Elm does never need to touch Lob's bone.
@Lady AmaltheaOh, you think he didn't suggest some things for Elm? That his powers to control the dead were not specifically created to control Lob's bone? The moment I read about it, I thought 'I want to control that'.
That's a natural 20 on Planning.
That's a natural 20 on Planning.
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