From: David Dankel (stgdankel_at_gmx.net)
Date: Mon Nov 24 2003 - 06:25:04 GMT
> The troll looks to you all, "It is the safest way in, and perhaps
> one of the
> only ways unless we find a hole big enough for us trolls on some
> part of the
> ruins or an area of the wall to climb over." With that you all approach a
> contract that you are asked to fill out. When asked, the troll
> states that
> he has already filled one out and that they are good a week at a time.
Allowing the others to make their arrangements with the gate watchers firs,
T'sunami takes the opportunity to remove a thin blade from its sheath in the
small of his back. A large leather collar attaches the weapon to the
t'skrang's tail and after a few tentative tailwhips to test the lacings
T'sunami follows his companions out into the ruins.
<snip>
> You look up in the sky at the clouds and can see that the clouds to your
> left seem to be quite darker than the rest. Lighting seems to be striking
> within those clouds and not so much anywhere else. "The Twists,"
> you think
> to yourself. You are sure that is where it is. Just as you begin to
> wonder, the troll leads you all into a side road into the
> darkened area. As
> soon as you are off the laneway and onto the new road you can see
> that it is
> darker. The rain is heavier upon your skin, and you can see the lighting
> dance around you where as in Haven and on the laneway the
> lightning was more
> in the distance.
Eyes far less keen than his elven companions, T'sunami has only what short
time the ruins are illuminated by lightning flashes to take in his
surroundings. The rain seems to bother him little if at all - his head is
devoid of hair to mat down in his eyes, and his cloak has been tucked neatly
around his backpack to keep its contents dry but not otherwise keep him dry.
Instead it is the foreboding nature of the ruins and the presence of its
unknown inhabitance that concern him. Accusing him of fearing the ruins
would be correct, yet paradoxically wrong. Only the foolish would march
into the Forgotten City without fear, and T’sunami was no fool, but jik’
harra demanded it be done and done well. T’sunami presses forward into the
Twists with a smile and a swagger - chilled by the icy grip of fear, yet
warmed by its presence.
<snip>
> "I suppose we should introduce
> ourselves, even though we are just going to be leaving afterwards. Should
> we get into battle it would be nice to know who to call out to. I
> am called
> Berryblood. I am of the warrior discipline." You all take turns
> introducing yourselves to the troll and the group as well stating
> your name
> and discipline.
<snip previous introductions>
"T'sunami," the t'skrang adds in a low voice. His eyes scan the ruins
anxiously, nostrils flaring and taking in the night air. "I also follow the
Way of War." T'sunami's tail slowly sways behind him, the thin tail-blade
hovering inches from the broken street and reflecting the flash of lighting
overhead.
> As soon as you all finish, Berryblood comments to Endok-Tuk, "Ah.
> I did not
> know you were a spellcaster. Perhaps it's better if you were further back
> in the group. I will leave it up to you all to agree what is
> best. Whoever
> is at my side I care not, as long as it's not the t'skrang."
T’sunami nods in agreement, brushing of the disdain the troll’s voice. “I’
ll stay near the magician,” he says, nodding to Endok-Tuk, “and let those
whose eyes see better than mine tonight to lead and watch our back.”
> As you start to discuss your formation you start to hear a sound
> coming from
> around you. At first it seems to come from the north, then from
> the south.
> You all become quiet, as if you all hear it at the same time. Then the
> sound of metal dragging along the ground is heard...
> > > > > [ o o c ] < < < < <
I'm holding off on reactions to the attack, waiting for a response from Doug
on a few questions.
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