[RP Thread] Cries of Urnung: Book of the Bladebringer

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: http://hotdamncharlotteann.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/quitter.jpg

"Smarter than I expected..." Meyla sighed, stepping back.

 

[-Peper-]

OOC: Lol grey 2009 posts.
IC: ''Perhaps someone could help me blocking their movement?'' Agron stepped aside.

 

[Orcnet]

Unan stops Meyla in her track from stepping away to their goal

"This is not the time my Lady, we must head on" He said in a calm voice while stretching his arms to block her path even though he is a small elf compared to her size.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Everyone puts a hand at one place, waiting for the three places to pass. If they pass you try to follow them with your hand while waiting for the other places to come in contact with the other hands.''

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Unan stops Meyla in her track from stepping away to their goal

"This is not the time my Lady, we must head on" He said in a calm voice while stretching his arms to block her path even though he is a small elf compared to her size.

OOC: Really? Meyla's 5' (five foot) Your guy must be like a brownie/dwarf
Might just stop posting at 2011

Meyla blinked at the oppressive elf, surprised. "Of course, but a door blocks that path, that's why I'm trying to open it" she said slowly, obviously concerned. Ultimately she ignored him, stepping to the side and moving beside the others. "Ready when you are" she acknowledged, raising a palm.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Let's do this.'' he said as he put his palm forward on the door, waiting for one more to join in. Then they, maybe, could finally get out of here.

 

[Orcnet]

OOC: Really? Meyla's 5' (five foot) Your guy must be like a brownie/dwarf
Might just stop posting at 2011

Meyla blinked at the oppressive elf, surprised. "Of course, but a door blocks that path, that's why I'm trying to open it" she said slowly, obviously concerned. Ultimately she ignored him, stepping to the side and moving beside the others. "Ready when you are" she acknowledged, raising a palm.

OOC: oh I thought you were 6', noh I'm 5'7, not dwarf size LMAO!

 

[Dragonson]

DM NOTE:
When more than one person are helping with an action everyone's stat bonus is added ontop of each other.
If more than one stat is used everyone will have their stat bonus applied to the stat in which they have most.
Do note, though, that for every three persons helping you will receive a -10 coordination penalty.

@Meyla and Illios
DM: Dexterity/Cunning Check (DifLevel 4): Roll (1d6 +4 from Dexterity (Meyla), +6 from Cunning (Illios)): 5 (15). Failure.
Several times Meyla and Illios are just about to touch one of the plates, but in the last second they manage to move away.

 

[-Peper-]

''They are really too fast.'' Agron readied his palms.
''Another idea?''

 

[Orcnet]

what if I crush it with my hammer? He said while his hammer glows with the green light that was forged within the weapon's core.

 

[-Peper-]

''I bet this door cannot be destroyed...''
''If hands are not fast enuogh, so your hammer too.'' Agron sighed.

 

[GunSlinger]

OOC: Hate my luck. >.<

IC: "Clearly these plate are too fast for us." I mumbled to myself.
"Maybe there is another trick here."
I looked again at the door and what's around it.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"Anyone got a firearm?" Meyla piped up, something clicking. "It just might be sensitive to flesh..." Where's Piverou when you need him?

 

[Phoonix]

"I'm telling you... we should just knock and let them open..." Ekrion sighed, whit in Rafia's name were they doing?

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"Be my guest" Meyla muttered, gesturing with both hands.

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion stepped forward and knocked on the door "We are looking for a Guide into the tunnels!" he yelled.

 

[-Peper-]

''Looks silly...'' Agron sighed, waiting for the reply from whatever behind the door.

 

[Dragonson]

The entire group quite suddenly got a feeling like someone was laughing at them, but there were no reply to Ekiron's knocks.

 

[-Peper-]

''There, no reply.'' Agron then step forward and tries to punch one pressure plate.

 

[Dragonson]

@Agron
DM: Dexterity Check (DifLevel 4): Roll (1d6): 4. Critical Failure!
Agron slams his fist into the door, which makes a deep echoing sound that lasts awfully long.
But nothing else happens, as the plate easily slipped away.

 

[-Peper-]

OOC: Imma fail at dex check
IC: ''Tch.'' Agron then stepped back, thinking. He then tries to touch to beside of one pressure plate to see if it flees to opposite direction.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: You got 1 dex, so yeah.

 

[GunSlinger]

"Sunrah, we got a problem." I said, sliding my hand across the door.

 

[Dragonson]

Sunrah's voice silently tuned into the heads of the adventurers.
"I'm listening."

 

[Wolfe]

Marais gazed at the door with increasingly disturbing curiosity. He felt what he could of it, and witnessed the movement of the plates. Such guile... such quickness... such complex contraptions... he thought to himself. Without a moment of thought, the ranger attempted to grab one of the plates.

 

[Dragonson]

@Marais
DM: Dexterity Check (DifLevel 4): Roll (1d6 +5 from Dexterity): 6 (11).
Rolling Extra Dice: 4 (15). Failure.
Marais' hands speed across the door's surface at a frightening speed, and he is extremely close to touching one of the plates.
It is as if the door itself is shocked by this, and all the plates start moving away from him at once.

 

[Orcnet]

"Frustation, what else can we do?" Unan said to his fellow mates standing in the front part of the portal.

 

[-Peper-]

OOC: Annoying Diflevel 4 lol
IC: ''The only thing we can do is keep trying.'' Agron sighed once again.
''Sunrah, you heard us? We are blocked by a door with a sort of moving pressure plates mechanism. We cannot open it, the plates are too fast.''

 

[Dragonson]

"If there's enough of you wont that be able to do it?"
Sunrah's voice said.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"I still think you should fire an arrow or two at them Marais, what've we got to lose? ...Besides the arrow that is" Meyla noted.

 

[GunSlinger]

"Ok, lets try this one more time. Everyone focus on one plate and try to catch it."
I readied myself and waited for everyone to join me.

 

[Orcnet]

"I'm ready" Unan said

 

[rcshaggy]

"I agree with this plan as well."the sky elf nodded. "Please proceed to let us know what's going on"

OOC: Sorry if I missed a lot guys! Been busy with life and getting ideas for my project.

 

[-Peper-]

OOC: I don't think will not join my hand. My dex is only a dead weight.
IC: ''I'll waiting for you guys, try to not fail this time.''

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla blinked. Confused.
''I'm pretty we've come to the conclusion were not fast enough to catch the plates...'' she reasoned, walking back towards the mysterious door cautiously. ''I wonder...'' she murmered, reaching out with both palms, laying them flat side by side upon the obstacle. She ignored the dispersal of the plates, closing her eyes. She didn't move a muscle. ''They could just be sensitive to movement, the more we try to catch them the lesss successful we'll be''. Come on she pleaded silently.

 

[Dragonson]

Before the rest of the group could make their attempt a small 'click' was heard.
All three preassure plates had hit Meyla's left hand at the exact same time.
Slowly, very slowly, the door started opening.

 

[-Peper-]

''Heh, exactly.'' Agron compliments.
''Let's get in.''

 

[Fussiler1]

''G'job.'' he mumbled, smiling. Now they could finally get out of here.. and that was about time. Staying here had been annoying and boring and he wanted to actually.. do something.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla opened her eyes at the sound of click and allowed herself a small smile.
"Bingo..." she whispered, straightening. But what should they do now? Was it safe to proceed?

 

[Dragonson]

As the door opened fully the group was staring into complete darkness.
Somewhere from within they could hear the sounds of something approaching them, and getting closer rather fast.

 

[L2love]

Sameal congratulating Meyla he then spoke to the group "That sound is getting bigger and while I can only hope it isn't an enemy I find the likely hood small so with that I recommend we prepare for battle or at least arm ourselves." And with that Sameal pulled out his mighty claymore.

 

[Orcnet]

"Something is getting close!" Unan said while startled at the anonymous sound he heard coming from their path.

OOC: finally, gonna test my hammer since I lost contact with the griffin attack back then ((

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla drew her sword swiftly, stepping back as she did so. Squinting into the ever-shrinking shadow behind the great door.

 

[-Peper-]

Agron stepped forward, taking the circle-bladed axe from his back. He left the old one strapped to his back to test the new.

 

[Dragonson]

Out of the darkness came, walking in a strangely slow pace, a bearded man.
We was wearing leather armour, and greeting the group with a smile.

 

[-Peper-]

Agron shooked his head. ''What?''

 

[Orcnet]

"Elder!", Unan shouted to his party. but still he's eyes are still locked in the old man, seeing him as a threat that might disable them again.

 

[Fussiler1]

Illios stepped forward and chuckled. A man? How strange. At least it wasn't something deadly, eh?
''Greetings, friend! How are you today?'' he said. It were rare words from his mouth, but he was in a very good mood.

 

[Dragonson]

The Man smiled even broader.
"Good, very good indeed mister..."
He raised his hand towards Illios and it glowed purple for a second.
"...Illios. An intruiging name, if i may be so bold."

 

[Fussiler1]

He frowned for a second at his knowdledge but then laughed silently. It was a nice man, that was for sure.
''Ah well, what can I say? My parents liked exotic names.'' he answered. '"What is your name, if I may ask?"'