From: John Constable (john_at_kript.net)
Date: Sat Dec 06 2003 - 00:16:45 GMT
On Thursday, December 4, 2003, at 03:01 am, Doug wrote:
> You feel grateful to finally be out of the rain, although you feel a
> more nervous chill run down your spine being inside this building than
> when you were outside in the Twists. You can almost feel the terror
> that the inhabitants must have felt when they were attacked. You can
> see the shop owner at his table, selling a rich noble something to
> hang in his home when both hear screams loud enough to be heard from
> the other side of the city. They run in terror outside, see the mass
> destruction that is happening, and quickly the noble runs away. The
> shop owner sees the noble get snatched up by one of the large,
> disgusting creatures and the noble screams in agonizing pain. Seeing
> this, the shop owner looks around trying to find a place he can hide.
> He hides behind his counter, waiting, praying… Then he screams, and
> you hear a laugh. An evil, disgusting laugh, like one you have never
> heard before.
>
> The image fades away and you are left wondering if you just had a
> vision, or were just imagining what might have happened back during
> the Scourge of Parlainth. It may have just been your imagination, but
> you think that the laugh you heard was a little too real to have come
> from anything you could ever imagine.
Astran swallows, wondering if this is the onset of Tainted visions from
the Horrors. The laugh sent shivers down his spine. Mustering the
tattered remnants of his courage, he murmurs the words to his Astral
Sense spell, almost afraid of what it would tell him, as he looks about
the room, at his companions and himself. He looks at himself last,
unwilling to see if anything has changed..
>
> As you try to figure what is going on in your head, Berryblood’s voice
> interrupts your thoughts, "There are torches here, but we might draw
> attention to ourselves if we light them." He puts the quartz in the
> middle of the room, illuminating the building well enough for you to
> see, but hopefully not enough for someone or something to know that
> you are here. "Let’s rest up a bit before we continue. There were
> traps the last time I went through the tunnel, and some may not have
> been sprung yet. I also have reason to believe that the tunnel may be
> possibly connected with the catacombs, even though it seems to be a
> direct tunnel. The Southern Catacombs that lay beneath the Twists are
> unknown to me. I’d hate to accidentally find out what inhabits the
> catacombs unprepared." With that, Berryblood takes off his pack and
> sets it up against the wall. He places his two-handed sword on the
> ground, and sits down next to it, breathing a sigh of relief. "Take
> only what time is needed. Once you are all ready, we will go. The
> tunnel lies underneath some floorboards and behind a storage rack
> against the north wall. That is where we are headed next."
Astran sits down on his haunches when the spell fades. <If anything
comes out of the Astral Sense spell, he tells his companions>. He
tries to collect his thoughts, to focus his will on his pattern, and
speed the recovery of his pattern, and hence his body, to gain the
Advertancy Of A Well Equipped mind, as his mentor called it, although
he didn't invoke the spell that followed the lesson. Somehow, he
thought, smiling wryly to himself, he will not need razor shard
debating skills in the hours ahead..
<recovery test, please>
He reviews the spells in his matrix's, and decides that he probably
still has the right ones, although he will need to do some rearranging
when they come across the trapped Theran..
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