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GM for this game: TannTalas
Players for this game: Eol Fefalas, Keeper of Dragons, Nomad D2, Nimu, Odyson, SirSadaar, Aletheia, kioratalathia, Grumpy Old Bear
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Nimu
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A story and a step

“I am Talcanaiion Aldavathar; you may call me Talca, if you find it easier. And, if it is forward you must go, despite my warnings, then, it is my duty to the Queen of Heavens that I accompany you. My bow and blades are yours, arwenamin.”

At mention of the Queen of Heaven, Siréne stepped forward struck with a painful yearning. It had taken a journey through time to find another that remembered Faerie, and the ancient home called to her through him. After walking among mortals for nearly two centuries, she was finally not alone. Siréne let the single tear fall down her cheek before wrapping herself again in the serenity of a fey priestess. Serenity was more than her birthright, it was her duty.

Talcanaiion offered a respectful bow and the witch took another step forward. She placed two fingers upon her lips and then gracefully moved her hand to place those same to fingers on the ranger's lips. It was an ancient ceremonial gesture made between oracle and supplicant, but Siréne let longing beneath be felt.

We will speak more of this soon.

A few breaths and he let her gaze go to take in the others and the frozen tomb. He began his tale. The thread he spun was long and twisted, knotted with a cold horror. As he spoke, Siréne bowed her head to offer a prayer for the fallen. May the will of the Goddess protect them from a similar fate. In time she would know if her prayers had been heard.

It was time they took another step on their path.


Posted on 2017-06-18 at 18:27:02.

SirSadaar
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Units, advance!

Rayne listened along with the others to the elf's, who had now given his name as Talca, story. It had seemed that both his group's advance and the passage time had reduced the towers danger so far. Rayne fully supported letting Talca into the group, as watched as Lothor returned his weapons to him. Another member would be good.

Turning her gaze to Talca once more, she said, "I welcome you to the party, Talca. We appreciate your willingness to contribute to our goal, even though we have barely met each other. As the dungeon is deadly cold up ahead, would it be all right if I cast a spell on you to allow you to be able to resist it?"

The concluding lines of Talca's story weighed on Rayne's mind as they began to prepare to continue deeper into the frigid dungeon. …My party was all but decimated by the time we got this far,” Whatever lay ahead would be by far more dangerous than what was behind. After fighting their way through the flying castle, this had been relatively easy. They had already been in here for days in, theoretically, the easier party of the dungeon! What was worse was with this cold, it would be much more dangerous to rest and regain spells

The party continued their preparations to move out. With Talca's story on their mind, they made up the decision to cast endure heat/cold on everyone, for what unplanned events could occur ahead. Rayne and Cor made sure everyone was properly protected, then they made ready to depart.


Posted on 2017-06-18 at 19:07:15.

TannTalas
Trilogy Master
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Moving forward

As the party quietly listened to the Elf’s story they could see some type of bond happening between Sirene and this new Elf. Though twelve hundred years lay between them it was clear to see that with the press of Sirenes fingers upon Talca’s lips that some type of faith had been reawakened in both. During this Ulthok, being the ever present forager, realizing that the chest in the room had not been open picked it from the floor and placed it upon the rooms battered table.

As he began to check for traps the Halfling Thief/Mage saw there was no point, the wood first frozen and now melted, was nothing but a soggy mess. Clearing the wood from it’s side he was able to dump its contents out . A quick glance through it revealed nothing of real value but two pieces of one sword, a short one by length of blade, and various tools to fix such. Then it was time to move on and knowing the possible horror that lay ahead continuing to stay so close together was dangerous. So with Cor and Rayne each casting Endure Cold on all the party moved out of the room using hammer and axe to clear the ice bared way. In only seconds the extreme low temperature once more took over and the room began to freeze over in ice once more.

With Ulthok once more in the lead the party moved down the continuing passage checking and quickly searching two other rooms. The first much like the one where Talca was found was a 20x30 guard room of sorts with nothing of value in it to claim within its walls. The second larger 40x40 room appeared as if some type of break room with a small wall fireplace and a long frozen bucket laying frozen with in its space. A stout table and frozen shattered chairs where all the remained.

However the third room was different being a 40x50 room containing in it’s interior a small pedestal on which rested a large wheel of stone. Upon a closer look the stone could be seen under its thick ice coating to be crafted of limestone with various symbols engraved around an etched carving of the sun. Being three feet across and equally round the pedestal and wheel were raised to a height of five feet. Also within the room, much like the rooms before, a small oak table lies toppled upon its side, a number of ice crushed chairs around it, a chest in the corner, and a frozen body laying upon the floor.................


Posted on 2017-06-18 at 23:08:57.
Edited on 2017-06-18 at 23:15:40 by TannTalas

Eol Fefalas
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The path ahead and the path behind

Even before any magic was brought into play to stave off the cold, the Fey priestess’ ritualistic touch on his lips brought Talca a warmth he’d not felt in what seemed forever… it had been so long since he’d been honored with the Goddess’ kiss that, experiencing it, now, came close to taking his breath…

We will speak more of this, soon.

…at the witch’s touch and her unspoken words that he felt in his heart more than heard in his mind, he smiled softly and bowed his head in gratitude for Siréne’s gift and in acknowledgement of her words. Both had served in giving him the strength to relate his tale.

((OOC: Fast-Forwarding through the story…))

“…I think, perhaps,” Talca finished softly, “That I might have preferred the death the cyclops might have given me as opposed to the terror that was that thing.”

Talca sucked in a long breath, then, and released it in a slow sigh that did little to wash the haunted expression from his features. “As I have said, though,” he offered on the wake of that sigh, “if my warnings won’t deter you from going ahead, then the least and most I can do by way of thanks and duty, is to go forward with you. Return my bow and my blades and, I swear, they will sing for all of you.”

“Just great! More super powerful beings to slay,” the one called Roan chuffed, stalking away to relieve the other human man at the door, “Seems there is no end to this mad place.”

That other human - Lothor, he might have heard him called – approached him, then, bearing his weapons. "Welcome Talca,” he said in elvish as he offered over the elf’s bow and blades, “let us hope that your second trip through this tower ends better than your first. If you are a friend, then it would be better if you were armed again.”

Diola lle,” Talca said, eagerly accepting his gear back and relegating it all to it’s proper place, “Thank you.”

“The bow is quite exquisite - no great surprise for you,” Lothor commented as Talca reclaimed that particular weapon and tested its string, “But these smaller blades are not what I am used to the fair folk using. It is an interesting choice. May they serve you well.”

“I have perhaps walked quite the different path than many of the fair folk you may have met til now, friend Lothor,” Talca offered with a faint smile. His fingertips played on the hilts of the machetes as his eyes flitted in Siréne’s direction for an instant, then, back again. “Curious as the blades are, they have served me well in the past and, the Great Mother willing, will serve us just as well, now.”

“I welcome you to the party, Talca,” the fair-haired elven woman, Rayne, smiled, then.

“Diola lle, cousin,” the ranger smiled back.

“We appreciate your willingness to contribute to our goal, even though we have barely met each other,” Rayne continued, “As the dungeon is deadly cold up ahead, would it be alright if I cast a spell on you to allow you to be able to resist it?”

“We may have only just met,” Talca returned, his gaze dancing off to find Siréne, again, “but I know one of you well enough that I could not see myself being anywhere else.” His eyes came back to Rayne and he offered a nod; “And, yes, Rayne Fireheart, I shall gladly accept your spell…”

So it was that introductions and preparations were made and, under the apparent leadership of the Halfling Ulthok, the party took their leave of the room in which Talca had spent the past many years. He watched the group as each of them took up a position following behind the spry little Halfling and, as they formed up, he found himself a place in their ranks fairly easily… a place from which he could provide fire-support at range when need be and, more importantly, one from which he could quickly defend the Fey Priestess… “Amin naa tualle, arwen en amin,” he told her, as he slipped past in taking up his position.

Ulthok led them stealthily and efficiently through a pair of rooms that bore a vague familiarity to the ranger. He recognized them as some of the last rooms he had seen in his past life but, with the ice and with time, so much had changed that it scarcely registered. As they entered the third room, though, Talca tensed and almost faltered a step… “It was here,” he muttered, his honey-colored eyes narrowing and scrutinizing the rooms every frozen detail. Time and ice had changed many things in this tower, for sure, but this room was the room in which he and Scandrick had confronted the Cyclops… where Scandrick had fallen… and the last room Talca truly had any memory of before he died, himself… “This is where it ended.”



Posted on 2017-06-19 at 16:28:18.
Edited on 2017-06-19 at 16:29:18 by Eol Fefalas

Nomad D2
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"This is where it ended"

"This is where it ended" the new one named Talca spoke quietly.

At this Lothor's ears perked up. This was where the ranger's final fight had taken place. He spared a glance at the figure frozen to the floor - almost certainly the long lost mage Scandrik, or whatever his name was. But if this was where that fight had occurred, that meant this was also the event that saw the arrival of the beholder. Had something happened here that had somehow summoned that beast?

He spoke up. "There is plenty here to investigate - the mage's body, the chest and that stone. Talca, could something have happened here to summon that beast? Could the mage have been part of it? I leave the answers to those who know magic, but this room saw the arrival of the beholder once already, so we must be doubly cautious. I shall watch by the door."

And so the big warrior moved again to his usual position - standing watch at the doorway. He took out the mirror he had with him and placed it in the hallway so that it gave a view further along the passage. "Anybody have a second mirror I can borrow?" he asked. He wanted to be able to see the other way as well, preferably without standing out as a target in the hall. If he had two mirrors he could remain entirely within the room. He listened very carefully as well, lest the mirrors not pick something up. This place made him nervous. If that damn salamander didn't jump out at them again, something else certainly would. At least the salamander only had one head.

(OOC: The above is based on the assumption that we have been moving down a corridor and this room is off to the side of that corridor. I'm assuming the corridor continues onward as well as gong back in the direction from which we came. If I'm visualizing it incorrectly, please let me know. He'd use the mirrors in whatever way allows him to see without being seen.)

Posted on 2017-06-19 at 21:04:39.
Edited on 2017-06-19 at 21:14:44 by Nomad D2

Eol Fefalas
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Memories

An expression of almost morbid fascination had etched itself onto Talca’s features as he scanned the room… How long has it been? he couldn’t help but wonder again as he took in the ice-caked room and tried to remember it the way it had been. As he did, and, possibly without realizing it, at first, the Pathfinder had nocked an arrow to the string of his bow and taken a few wary steps toward the frozen body on the floor… Will it be Scandrick?… The elf’s progress toward the icy corpse was halted when Lothor’s voice called out.

“Talca, could something have happened here to summon that beast? Could the mage have been part of it?”

Talca contemplated the questions and, after a moment, offered an uncertain shrug. “Both things are possible,” the elf answered, “but I cannot say for sure. Scandrick was powerful… and arrogant… arrogant enough, I suppose, to have thought his power might have been enough to summon and control such a beast. I don’t recall him being much the summoner, though. Pyromancy was more his vein.

As to something happening here that might have conjured the thing,” he sighed, his gaze going back to scanning the room, trying to remember it as it had been when last he saw it, “There was a lot of magic being slung between Scandrick and the Cyclops… the first of it blasted me into the room where you found me, I didn’t see much…” His eyes came to rest on the ice-encrusted pedestal, then… “I do recall sigils and symbols etched into that stone… it could hold some sort of magic of it’s own… activated, perhaps, by the exchange between the cyclops and Scandrick…”



Posted on 2017-06-20 at 15:01:13.

   
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