sunken cemetary

[Dracharla]

I just wanted to thank everyone for the pleasent bit of random adventure, and the amazing RP and thank the dm's as well for adding all the extra goodies to blow up with lighting <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :D --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/happy.gif ALT=":D"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br>
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Isen will definately never underestimate the lich again!

<p>~Dracharla, Bushwhacked Wild Elf<br>
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<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>Hello my name is Isendyl and I will be your Meat Shield for the day. In case of emergency please cower! The exits are located directly behind me. Thank you for Flying Pwnge Airways and please come fly with us again! </em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--></p><i></i>

[Crowdosi]

I second that! Hopefully I can write a good account from Tren's perspective.

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[olamn]

*blinks* Wow. That was... wow.<br>
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Thanks to all, i'll never forget it.

<p>[insert significant quote here]</p><i></i>

[PensivesWetness]

yeah, watching Issy turn into a pimple....<br>
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bad. very.<br>
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*all together now* Good Plan, Zat, er, Ray. good plan. Dont. Cross. The. Streams.<br>
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/me <!--EZCODE FONT START--><span style="color:fuchsia;">huggles Saxx since i KNOW that humble pie has too much salt added to it...</span><!--EZCODE FONT END--> <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :p --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/tongue.gif ALT=":p"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END-->

<p>Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of all who threaten, annoy, or spam it.<br>
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[olamn]

i don't log game sessions, but i got this from my screenshots: <br>
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The Cemetery<br>
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(coming soon)<br>
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<!--EZCODE UNDERLINE START--><span style="text-decoration:underline"><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong>The Healer's House</strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--></span><!--EZCODE UNDERLINE END--><br>
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<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>The party fled through the forest and back to River Vesper Landing, heading the healer's home to see if anything could be done. As the scene opens, Karn and Zato stand before Kessa with the body of Isendyl, while Ginnia paces in anger, and Matyas, Clover, and Triell say silent prayers. Tren is not present.</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br>
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...Later, at Kessa Patson's.<br>
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Karn stands holding the lifeless, crushed form of Isendyl, as Zato holds her hand, in shock.<br>
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Clover: (distress) Oh, Mistress!<br>
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Triell begins to cry silently, leaving the house to help Tren walk the rest of the way.<br>
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Tren enters, leaning upon Triell for support.<br>
Matyas falls to his knees in prayer, while tears streak down Triell's face.<br>
Zato stares at the floor.<br>
Ginnia curls into a tight ball, burying her head into her thighs.<br>
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Tren: (coughing) She... she is supposed to live...<br>
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Clover cries quietly. Matyas stands, his face drawn.<br>
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Tren: (shaking his head) The Tel'Quessir endure, this is not right...<br>
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Triell: (looking up, choking back a sob as she speaks) Will life again fill her body...? Or... shall I prep-p-pare the rites...?<br>
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Karn: (to Zato) Le's bring'er back. Ya c'n tell'er.<br>
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Zato nods numbly.<br>
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Kessa chants a holy incantation, and life again fills Isendyl's body. All stare on in varying degrees of shock.<br>
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Zato: Isendyl...?<br>
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Isyndyl snaps back to consciousness in Karn's arms, wide-eyed and gasping for breath.<br>
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Triell: (somberly) Give her space. She's disoriented.<br>
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Isyndyl, disoriented, rocks back and forth, wrapping her arms around herself and shivering.<br>
Clover begin bawl into her robe.<br>
Triell stares at the floor, her eyes glazed over as she clutches her amulet.<br>
Zato stands finally, watching Isendyl in silent shock.<br>
Matyas, taking off his gauntlet, rests a comforting hand upon Clover's shoulder.<br>
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Tren: (displeasure evident) Help her ouside.<br>
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Isyndyl rises with the aid of Karn, still disoriented, her typical elven grace gone as she stands wobbly legged, her free arm still clutching it's opposite shoulder. The party moves outside.<br>
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<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>...As the scene ends, Isendyl slowly regains her faculties. Stretching out her arms, she turns into a hawk, and flies north, the rest of the party splitting into small groups that mutter quietly on the events of the day until they go their seperate ways to rest.</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

<p>[insert significant quote here]</p><i></i>

[Amirsyl]

Man... I had to log before you guys left. Bah. Good to hear things like this though.

<p>-Amir<br>
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[Amirsyl]

Okay... I posted that at the same time Crowdosi posted, before I realized that Isen got killed. I take it back then. <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :( --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/frown.gif ALT=":("><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END-->

<p>-Amir<br>
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[goatte]

Dracharla, I am sorry that I couldn't get to you in time with that poultice. I had a total brainfart and forgot that I could click on Isendyl's portrait instead of her figure to get her that healing. Karn should have known better, but the bloodlust took him over. *sad smile*<br>
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Oh, and Faelar is wondering what happened in the Sunken Cemetery, still. <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :| --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/indifferent.gif ALT=":|"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br>
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IC:<br>
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*Karn passes healer Kessa's house scowling heavily. He looks further East, shakes his head, and walks on the road to the North*<br>
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goatte (karn)

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[Amirsyl]

Er... before Olamn posted that is. <br>
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Whew... pay no attention to the idiot behind the curtain. I now place a 2 week restriction on my access to these boards. *slaps forehead.*

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[olamn]

To aid those who wish to write "Tales in the Weaving" Here's what I got from my screenshots/memory.<br>
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<!--EZCODE IMAGE START--><img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a372/Olamn/sunken.jpg"/><!--EZCODE IMAGE END--><br>
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<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>As the scene opens, the party stands before the misty mire of the Sunken Cemetery. Half-buried sepulchers and headstones jut from the sodden morass, and the smell of rotting flesh fills the humid, thick air.</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br>
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Tren: (pensively) I hear an odd sound.<br>
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Karn: 'Tis d'wind.<br>
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Tren: (furrowing his brow) It's very faint...whispering...angry...<br>
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Karn: Ne'er 'eard what'et were. <br>
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Karn squints and cups his hand to his ear, and the party moves forward. As they cross a small stream, Undead Skeletons run at them, while zombies shamble from the mists.<br>
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Ginnia: (loading her crossbow) Fun time!<br>
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She looses the bolt, and it sinks, with little effect, into the zombies chest. Matyas, Zato, and Karn dispatch the first wave without a sweat or scratch, their prowess evident as they meet the walking dead head on. The party presses south, and wave after wave of dead come from the ground or open tombs in lust for living flesh. Triell and Clover hold aloft their symbols, driving back the lesser undead, as the rest of the party shoots, cleaves, smashes, and rends its way through withered flesh, bone, and ichor.<br>
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As the party moves south, they engage wights, ghouls, a ghast, and putrid zombies tat emanate noxious odors strong enough to debilitate even the heartiest dwarf. Zato whirls in a flurry of kicks and punches, snapping brittle bone and leathery tendon. Karn, Isendyl, and Matyas slice heads from torsos, while Triell and Tren fire their bows into approaching zombies. Clover and Ginnia, slowed by the mire, fire bow and sling stone into the undead flesh.<br>
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Karn: (kicking a corpse with his boot) Ain't ne'er seen these...<br>
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Zato: Nor had I, until my last visit. They are partly of what drove me away.<br>
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Zato looks down at the lifeless corpses that had just attacked them, studying them.<br>
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Tren: (ominously) They close in on us, they sense our life.<br>
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As they speak, another wave of the living dead rises from the mire. Zato, Tren, Karn, and Isendyl leap into battle, with Triell, Clover, Matyas, and Ginnia not far behind.<br>
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Isendyl snarls, running forward with quick slashes through undead. The fall, lifeless once more, as she runs by, never pausing her dance of fury.<br>
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Isendyl: (in druidic) For the Father's Wrath!<br>
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As Isendyl and Zato reach the Southern edge of the cemetary, a dark figure appears on the hill above, her ghastly visage silhouetted by the fog. She points a long, withered finger at Isendyl, then begins to wave her hands, chanting a dark verse.<br>
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Zato: (with urgency) The Lich! Retreat!<br>
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A magical hand the size of a halfling emanates from the lich, and clutches Isendyl. The pops and cracks of shattering ribs can be heard as Isendyl struggles against it, gasping for air.<br>
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Ginnia and Matyas: (in unison) Isendyl!<br>
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The magical hand disappears as it finishes squeezing the last of the breath from Isendyl. She falls to the ground with a dull moan, unmoving.<br>
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<!--EZCODE IMAGE START--><img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a372/Olamn/lich.jpg"/><!--EZCODE IMAGE END--><br>
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Matyas: (shouting) She has fallen!<br>
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Karn lifts the body of Isendyl and begins to run.<br>
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Karn: Run! Got 'er!<br>
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Ginnia: (crying) Fall back now!<br>
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The She-Lich begins pursuit as the party flees, moving with an unnaturally swift, hideously mechanical grace of unlife.<br>
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Karn: (urgently) 'E's Comin! Go!<br>
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An undead skeleton runs at Triell, and she holds up her amulet, wide-eyed.<br>
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Triell: (desperately) For Sehanine, Fall!<br>
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The skeleton crumbles to dust as her amulet flares.<br>
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Ginnia: (angrily) Go! Go! Go! Keep Moving! Fall Back!<br>
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<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>The party flees the cemetery, Isendyl upon Karn's shoulder.</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br>
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<p>[insert significant quote here]</p><i></i>

[Dabaro Viloufin]

To Dracharla: You didnt learn the first time(perhaps other times?) you fought the Lich? (with a few dwarves as well <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START ;) --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> )<br>
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Sorry to hear about her demise, glad to hear she is back. Wish I could have been there to play(not to mention even log in), lots of events taking place over here.<br>
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See yall in about a week.<!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :D --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/happy.gif ALT=":D"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END-->

<p>IG ID: Dabaro Viloufin(Belin Fenk, Timo Jard, Mathel Mennen, Jarvis, Thorin "Cleaver" BoneCrusher)</p><i></i>