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Post by joviality on Jul 20, 2011 22:04:35 GMT -4
Moira looks to Flange, surprised he is talking to her after the ranting she did at him a while back.
"Of course... do be careful, though. It is quite old. I recieved it as a gift after completing my training as a child. It is nothing special as far as swords go, but it does hold some sentimental value for me."
After a moment of cleaning it, Moira offers the sword to Flange.
I haven't fought like that in years. Good to know the old reflexes are still there.
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Post by elgatocello on Jul 21, 2011 20:46:36 GMT -4
Flange takes a few steps back and swings it around, spinning it in his hand as he goes, gauging the weight and balance of the sword with the practiced hand he developed in his craft.
"Hm...the hilt is a little heavy and the blade is...well...it is; but, if you gave me a few weeks with it, I could probably fix this blade."
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Post by irishmagician on Jul 21, 2011 21:52:49 GMT -4
"Now where did they get to...?" Eridana mutters slightly, stooping down every couple feet or so to sift amidst the clutter of the sewer. She hears the sound of a sword being swung around, but she is immediately distracted by a glint in a pile of refuse. Rummaging through it, she manages to find one of the stones. Dusting it off, she places it in her pouch with a satisfied sigh. I'll have to replace the missing two from the set, she thinks to herself.
Eridana then moves to the fallen opponents, and returns laden with three potion vials. She turns to Janiven, showing her them proudly with a smile.
"M'Lady! Look what I found!" She says excitedly. "What do you think they are?"
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Post by Veritas on Jul 22, 2011 10:48:02 GMT -4
"Well, child," Janiven says as she slings her bow over her shoulder, looking down to the vials. "I'd guess they're a healing potion, but you can try to find out yourself. You've tasted enough and cast enough magic to have a guess. Take a little sip and mull it about for a moment."
Janiven then steps forward and runs fingers through her hair, as she looks down to the Hellknight corpses. "Those look like Armigers, the lowest rank of Hellknights. My guess is they sent their new recruits down after us. They'd find it funny if none of them came back alive. We should continue."
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Post by irishmagician on Jul 22, 2011 19:04:40 GMT -4
Eridana shrugs as Janiven turns away to the rest of the party. Indeed she had tasted a healing potion or two in the past; they all tasted like refuse in this sewer. And adults wonder why children don't like taking medicine? Then she perks up as she gets an idea, and turns towards Darvan.
"M'Lord, wouldst you like one? It looks like you need it more than I do," she says, proffering a vial in her small hand.
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Post by Veritas on Jul 25, 2011 18:17:39 GMT -4
Janiven watches as the younger gnome does as she was bid, and then a faint smile crossed her face. "We should continue. We're not too far from the place we'll get out. Hopefully we don't come across any more of these Hellknights. That might be a hope misplaced."
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Post by Yimzin on Jul 26, 2011 17:14:02 GMT -4
Darvan will look down at his small companion and smile, taking the vial. He will then unstopper it and guzzle it down.
"Thank you kindly. I survive on but the kindness of others," giving a grin to first Eridana then shifting his glance to the rest of the party.
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Post by irishmagician on Jul 28, 2011 17:56:26 GMT -4
(OOC: Presuming there is no further RP intended, I'm going to keep this moving a little...)
The party follows Janiven further into the sewers, alert for any other possible attacks.
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Post by Veritas on Jul 30, 2011 22:21:27 GMT -4
Janiven continues forward quietly, her hand yet on her bow, as her eyes cast ahead and follow the sweep of the sewer. Down through a few more connections she leads you, looking about before she directs you left, or right. The sewers remain quiet, save for the slow trickle of water and filth, and the light cast by the various light spells seems to fail to keep the shadows of the closely-curved sewer halls away.
Then, she holds up her hands, and stops. Pointing ahead, at a section of wall that juts out, she indicates what looks like a chalk stick figure. Short, with an ovular head, a pointed white triangle dangles off the end of the head, and the figure is holding a large curved blade with circles drawn within.
"That's new," she murmurs.
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Post by irishmagician on Aug 3, 2011 16:05:53 GMT -4
Eridana scratches her head as she gives the figure, as well as her surroundings...just in case, a good look over; attempting to see if there is anything she recognizes.
(Perception: [dice=20]+7)[rand=66833698394311886082407005979240046340038723658447917019893647608]
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Post by elgatocello on Aug 3, 2011 16:16:42 GMT -4
Flange also inspects the drawing to see if he can make anything of it.
Knowledge: Dungeoneering
[dice=20] + 6[rand=88185461930488424187855105951544486405469575761610912145007594476]
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Post by Veritas on Aug 4, 2011 9:58:11 GMT -4
It's clearly a marking about something. Perhaps a territorial marking. However, there's nothing stating what it might be.
(Knowledge: Local would be appropriate here.)
Janiven seems more nervous, and she is fiddling with her bow again, and now she takes down an arrow from her quiver to hold it against the bowstring, though not yet nocking it. "I don't like this. It seems like something's claimed part of our escape route."
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Post by irishmagician on Aug 8, 2011 18:45:19 GMT -4
It probably would have helped if she had paid attention to the lessons Janiven had given about the groups and factions. How could she help it that there were much more interesting things to do during that time, like picking people's coin purses? Eridana turns to the other members of the party.
"Do any of you all have any clue about this?" She shrugs, pointing at it uncertainly.
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Post by joviality on Aug 8, 2011 19:47:29 GMT -4
"I am not familiar with these sorts of things, but I can give it my best go..."
(Moira tries an untrained Knowledge: Local check... [dice=20]+4)[rand=68406096938997512051788985263556230370229808613664412861727178097]
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Post by Veritas on Aug 14, 2011 12:32:33 GMT -4
(alright, seems we're down to 3. Pushing this along then)
Janiven shakes her head, as it's new to her as well. "No idea. But it doesn't look good. Weapons out, I reckon. Whatever it is, it's between us and the exit, and we'll have to go through it. No way around."
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