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Post by Aeter on Oct 20, 2012 11:58:25 GMT -6
The roar of combat faded, leaving an eerie silence. There were more goblins within the tunnels, to be sure. Yet, the goblin's defenses had been thoroughly routed during the last assault in which one of their spiritual leaders, the Adepts, had been slain. It would grant a party a brief reprieve from such assaults -- and it was a reprieve that they needed, for many of them were just barely clinging to life.  Current Party HP:Ivanika 8/14 Zanorin: 18/25 Victor 15/20 Shona 1/20 Elisabetha 18/18 Fellian 8/16 Naralon 7/20 Treasure found off the goblins:26 gold, 152 silver MW Goblin Dagger MW Goblin Longsword Potion of Cure Light Wounds x2 Potion of Cure Moderate Wounds Potion of Invisibility Potion of Aid Earring count is now 24 |
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Post by Aeter on Oct 20, 2012 21:25:54 GMT -6
Fellian slid a hand through his hair. It was already caked with blood; both his own, that of his allies, and that of his enemies. His gear was looking increasingly shabby as well. "With all the roads that the Path leads us... I despise caves the most." He muttered under his breath as he glanced about the chamber. There were multiple passageways, but it seemed that they fended off the goblins... for now. "We should go and find somewhere suitable to rest for a few hours. We need to patch ourselves up. However, there are goblins behind, and goblins ahead..." He turned his eyes to Ivanika and Victor, primarily. They seemed to be the only real leaders of the group, and it was something he was thankful for. "... What do we do from here?"
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Post by Tadkins on Oct 20, 2012 21:31:20 GMT -6
Taxed from the recent battle, Naralon surveyed the field for a few moments. Blood covered parts of her skin and clothing; some of it hers, some of it likely her comrades', and some from their enemies. Prior to the battle, she had come to the decision that she was no longer content to simply sit back and let her friends fight and bleed for her. Especially when it came to goblinoids, as it seemed, hatred for them was ingrained in her gnomish self. She lifted her dagger and studied it for a moment. The goblin blood that covered it was proof of her own attempted contribution to the carnage. Naralon bent down toward nearest goblin corpse and wiped the dagger off on it's ragged clothing, and sheathed it.
Naralon turned to each of her party members. Some looked quite weary, barely hanging on. She counted herself among that number, as she took a pretty good beating. The battle had it's effect on even the more practiced fighters of the party, though not as much as some. Elisabetha, strangely, appeared completely unfazed by the fight.
Naralon found a spot near the wall, away from dead goblin bodies, to sit down for a moment. The usual cheerful look on her face was replaced by a more hardened, stern one as she thought to herself, breathing heavily in the meantime.
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Post by Kalimdorei on Oct 23, 2012 19:35:10 GMT -6
Victor was, for the most part, doing well. His normal gear had survived the gore well, given he'd worn an outer coat for most of the melee. But now it was in shreds, revealing his older clothing - along with his newer limb. The metal was well polished, a shiny, silvery sheen to it, though it had dulled and bloodied in the battles behind them.
He leaned against his guisarme, a bit winded for the efforts, but in rather good health. His wounds were mostly superficial. "Well... how many more goblins could their possibly be?" He chuckled breathlessly as he asked the sarcastic question. Of course there were tons of them left. "Might not be a bad idea to hole up somewhere for a few hours... We could rest up, regain our strength. I don't like that Drak'thar can just... see, or hear, or feel, or whatever it is he does to know we're here."
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Post by Tadkins on Oct 23, 2012 22:00:42 GMT -6
(( Would the metal hand be obvious that it's a prosthetic, or could it easily be mistaken for a gauntlet of some kind? ))
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Post by Kalimdorei on Oct 25, 2012 20:36:30 GMT -6
((It's from the shoulder down - it's obvious.))
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Post by Ari on Oct 26, 2012 15:32:29 GMT -6
(( I had to go on a very sudden business trip this week and had no reliable internet access.. I should have posted last weekend, but I didn't, and then that trip delayed me further!)
Her deep green eyes looked listless as her breaths calmed at the end of combat. She brushed back her bright crimson hair with her left hand, holding the steel longsword, dripping with goblin and worg blood, in her right hand. She sheathed her sword and then lifted her eyes as Fellian's suggested the party rest.
Without saying anything else, she slowly lowered herself down to a knee and clutched the holy symbol that still shone with a radiant daylight. "Our mercy, our light, our Sun, ve offer humble t'anks for your blessings. Give us zhe strengt' to face Drek'tar, and protect zhis city."
Rising again she stretched and then folded her wings behind her. "I do not know zhat a zhis is zhe time to look for a break. But, if zhat is vhat ve really vish to do... perhaps ve could find retreat to zhe city, instead of trying to rest in goblin infested tunnels."
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