Uriah RPG

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**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"Ha! Do you really want to continue?! I will kill all of you. Run! While you have the option!"

**Mordoskul**

(Dezranze)

The grimlocks howl a challenge at the assassin, and charge heedless of the danger.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"Reckless now are we...?"

I quickstep to the side, and slash at the Grimlock.

**Mordoskul**

(Dezranze)

1-10 Melee Test

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

4

**Mordoskul**

You whirl about, your blades singing, the grimlocks jump out of the way before your blow can land.

**Mordoskul**

(Dannin)

The final goblin dies, your arrow piercing it's heart.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"Quick are we? I will teach you the meaning of the word."

**shroud010**

i go to finish the last one off
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**Mordoskul**

(Dannin)

Slashing the worg's throat with your slender dagger, you stand amidst a pine forest at the base of the Dragons Teeth Mountains, a cool breeze coming down from the razorback peaks, tinged with the coppery tang of blood.

**Mordoskul**

(Dezranze, action?)

**shroud010**

i check my band to see if they are ok and then move on

**Mordoskul**

HERE THE VOICE OF THE DM AND TREMBLE!

Hey guys, sorry about the ludicrous waits and whatnot. Lazarus is a monster, and it seems to be winding down, so I have much more time to focus on humble old Uriah. Everyone that is absent will be PMed, and implored to return. I have an epic campaign planned out, and I'd like to see it come to fruition, so grab your axe/staff/sword/club, and continue the fight!

SO SAYETH THE DUNGEON MASTER!

**Mordoskul**

(Shabben)

You sprint away, as several peeved goblins give chase, hurling broken bottles, feces, and other garbage at you as you make good your escape.

**Mordoskul**

(Dannin)

Kimbus, a Templar of Krenil, limps forward, his calf pierced by a goblin arrow. "I'll make it sir, Krenil will protect me from the Grim Angel, I'm sure of it." Other than the templar, it appears that most of your band appears to be in good condition.

Dannin is now level 2.

**shroud010**

i nod in agreement but i put a warrior next to him just in case and i march forward towards my destination

**darksage**

"They are green trash" I say after finishing being pursued by them. I stoll through the woods trying to find my merry way through the forest.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

I twirl my blades, and swiftly cut along their flesh.

**Mordoskul**

(Dannin)

As you make your way along the roughly hewn path, your boot strikes something on the ground, causing you to stumble forward. Looking down, a small pyramid of black stone rests in the center of the road, strange arcane sigils carved into it's sides in golden script. Fladnag mutters "Something's not quite right about that stone..."

**Mordoskul**

(Dezranze)

2 1-10 Melee Tests

**Mordoskul**

(Shabban)

Walking through the pines, you begin to hear the sound of flapping wings, and guttural calls above you.

**darksage**

I attempt to dig a hole to hide in.

**Mordoskul**

(/Deep Sigh)

1-12 Craft Test
1-11 Stealth Test

**darksage**

6 craft
9 Stealth

**Mordoskul**

Digging a small hole, you leap inside, covering yourself with twigs and leaves. You can hear more flapping, and a tree protests as something lands on it. "I swore I saw something! I could practically taste his blood in my mouth! Oh, how sweet his hear would have been, oh how sweet..."
"Shut up! He could still be around here..."

**darksage**

I keep my mouth shut for once.

**shroud010**

Dannin: you would think someone would have notice a menacing looking thingy in the road.
i begin messing with it for sh*ts and giggles

**Mordoskul**

(Shabban)

You can hear a sniffing sound, and then the creatures begin to speak to each other in a language you do not understand.
"Shas, guthul chk baa! Nath! Nath!"
"Has, sha nuln"
Whatever they are, they're nearing your hiding place.

**Mordoskul**

(Dannin)

You lift the pyramid from the dirt, and find yourself tracing the eldritch runes with your slender fingers, feeling the deep contours and grooves. Suddenly, your mind is overwhelmed by strange images;

Two great armies facing off across an endless black field, a God-King blasting his foes with powerful magic while a Vampire lord hurls gobbets of flaming meat at his opponent. Suddenly, a purple-black cloud settles over the field, and a terrible, malignant entity takes shape, and the God-King attempts to harness it's energy for himself, pulling it in with hooks of green force. He appears to succeed, his body smoking, and swaying back and forth in the wind. Then, in a cataclysmic explosion of purple fire, both armies are destroyed, and the man is reduced to a charred skeleton, with a lavender flame burning within his ribcage. He rights himself, and looks about, knowing he would have wept if the dead could weep. He begins to walk, to wander, with no purpose or drive. A great sadness settles over you as he teleports away, leaving huge, jagged runes emblazoned upon the ground, burned there for all eternity.

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You suddenly feel yourself falling, as though dropped from a great height. Snapping your eyes open, you find that you are, in fact, falling from a great height. You fall through endless banks of grey, stormy clouds, that promise no rain, but only destruction. As you pass the clouds, you can see an endless black field, with lines of petitioners being driven back and forth by cruel demodands with lashes in hand. Great towers of iron jut from the dark earth, piercing the endless clouds with their zeniths. Then you look directly down. You land, hard, on what appears to be a floating ruin, great chunks of an ancient fortress are connected by iron chains, strange crystals are lashed to the stone as well, shedding a eerie green light onto the masonry. You push yourself up, and find yourself in a ruined great hall, tapestries depicting heros of yore are battered and torn, fluttering in the wind like lost flags. You are alone now, your band left far behind. You feel immensely sad, though the reason for such melancholy is lost to you.

**shroud010**

Dannin: um ow. oooh tapestries.
i look around with my bow drawn and at high alert