Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Aug 10, 2015 18:49:22 GMT -5
Lelands tries to edge closer to try and see if he can hear the song coming from the fisherman.
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Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Aug 10, 2015 20:28:10 GMT -5
"Didn't ask." he replied coldly, trudging along towards the lighthouse, drawing his two-handed sword as he walked, poisoned oil glistening in the moonlight. He hadn't asked because he didn't care, certainly not for her weak stomach. He had seen enough sickening sight in his time at the Grey, that a girl retching at the smell of a corpse was met with disdain. "Let's go kill a witch and get paid."
Two handed swords 90 Poison Delivery 85 Full Plate
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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 11, 2015 8:53:37 GMT -5
"Didn't ask." he replied coldly, trudging along towards the lighthouse, drawing his two-handed sword as he walked, poisoned oil glistening in the moonlight. He hadn't asked because he didn't care, certainly not for her weak stomach. He had seen enough sickening sight in his time at the Grey, that a girl retching at the smell of a corpse was met with disdain. "Let's go kill a witch and get paid." Two handed swords 90 Poison Delivery 85 Full Plate "Finally you said something I wanted to fucking hear", pulling her axe from her back, Mina followed him. Battle Axe (Two-Handed Weapon) (90) Small Blades (melee) (80) -Armor: (50) Chain (25) Full Plate mail (25)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2015 15:13:52 GMT -5
The fisherman is singing a song in some odd tongue he doesn't recognize. His skin is fishy pale and he looks like his legs have atrophied from disuse.
As the other two approach the tower, they see a light being lit on the top of it. The flame burns sickly green. In the distance, across the lake, they see a boat's light approaching. It's got to be a ways off, though; the signals are small. The door of the lighthouse is thick oak and locked. Chopping it will be noisy.
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Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Aug 11, 2015 16:00:13 GMT -5
"They're going to come running when this door comes down." he said, cracking his neck. "Once we're inside, barricade it and hold them off as long as you're able. I'll head up and take care of Wylla."
(Haha just realized we don't have a lock picking skil)
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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 11, 2015 19:17:59 GMT -5
"Alright", she smirked,"I'll be sure to give the bastards a fight for ya."
(Well, this should be interesting..)
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Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Aug 11, 2015 19:23:37 GMT -5
He looked at her expectantly. She had the axe after all and there was nothing better for chopping wood.
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Post by Raven Umber on Aug 11, 2015 19:25:20 GMT -5
"I can take care that for ya",Mina nodded and began to swing her axe at the heavy wooden door.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 11, 2015 20:18:33 GMT -5
Because it needs a roll....also tomorrow!
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 12, 2015 15:16:41 GMT -5
It takes Mina six solid swings to smash the door open, the wood weaker than the lock. Inside, they smell yet another smell, worse even than the prison scents of Ghaston Grey, and as they head inside they see the tower is lined up and down with small skulls, large skulls, human and animal and other skulls. Strange images are carved into the ground, and from different small candles lit they see that the flames slowly but surely shift colors every few seconds. The scent of death and bad incense is everywhere.
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Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Aug 12, 2015 15:32:01 GMT -5
Letho gagged as he entered the lighthouse, but held down the thick crawfish rouse threatening to come up. He pulled up a bandana over his mouth and nose to ward against the stench as he looked around curiously at the mountain of skulls. Remembering what he had come here for, he continues into the hellish tower, hunting his quarry.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 12, 2015 15:47:39 GMT -5
He hears sounds of people running towards the tower coming from outside. He ascends some stairs, and looking up he sees more rotting flesh, these skulls still decomposing. A small man, maybe four and a half feet tall, is sitting on the top stairs about fifteen feet away, swinging a chain with a butcher's cleaver attached to it. Another cleaver is at his belt. "Go 'way," he said.
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Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Aug 12, 2015 15:55:47 GMT -5
"Not going to happen." he intones, adopting the longpoint stance as he levels his blade at the man blocking his way. "You're between me and my mark. You can step aside or I can carve my way through."
At the sound of approaching footsteps outside, he only hoped the girl could hold her own...and that Leland wasn't dead wherever the fuck he was.
Two handed sword 90 Poison Delivery 85 Full Plate Intimidation 80 Most Dangerous Game: Add half the star rating to all rolls
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 12, 2015 16:19:11 GMT -5
Five steps up the man has high ground, and his short stature means guarding his legs is easy. He licks his chops. "I got theee carver," he said in his horrid accent. He wings the cleaver all of a sudden, and Letho can see it is rusty...
Throw: 112
Letho deflects the cleaver
Letho: 124 Dwarf cook!: 112 (-20), poison)
Letho catches the goofy little man with his greatsword, and while the wound is slight the midgit feels the pain of a thousand viewings of Uwe Boll movies course through his veins.
Letho: 169 Dwarf: 65
Letho hacks the dwarf in half.
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Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Aug 12, 2015 16:32:19 GMT -5
"Been a time and a half, but I've got to split." he deadpans, continuing up the stairs.
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