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Post by [ZolaR]LoS on Aug 17, 2018 15:51:01 GMT
Toxy (Genko), Kellivas (Dragon Zord), Nyna Fenhana (Sliebum), and Slandro (thekingofmoo) each earn 30,600xp and 19,950gp.
They have all survived the 1st Wave of the Battle of DockStar.
Mhunira tries in vain to push the hair from her eyes. Her head bled profusely, mixing with nightmarish gore from disemboweled carriage horse. With her other arm she clung desperately to the entwined waxed-paper envelope the message, clutching it fast against her breast. Half-pushing, half-carried by the riotous throng, her tiny cloven feet slide on the cobblestones as she plunges through the teneabrius veil of DarkStar. Her eyes are lost; stunned in violent strobe of arcane and holy lights bursting into existence, then suddenly snuffed out by the powerful enchantments of DarkStar. Tossed and pulled into the shocking scene, Mhunira is almost crushed by the horse-slaughtering tree moving against the tide, a mildly confused woman perched in its branches. Mhunira fought forwards, screaming her mantra, "I have a MESSAGE! I Have a MESS-" A wild fist from a brawling dwarf sends he sprawling on the hard planking of the bridge. Her grip slips and the package the message bursts in the chaos. On hands and knees, she stares aghast at the veal cutlets the message being trampled and rendered before her. Suddenly she knew. It was the UnHappening. The message was UnTimely. The UnMaker is UnBorn, unAgain. Mhuniras voice begins so small as she sing the refrain. She raises to her feet and sings again, louder. And Louder yet again. The riotous clash around her begins to quell as her voice drives waves of silence under its rising tide of Mhuniras voice singing it again and again. The deep bellowing chords of a bloody-fisted dwarf join in and soon the unity of voices and chourus of song is spread to all, and at its center, Mhunira.
Many generations on, in her treatise 'Spire-Fall', Teifling historian Grhalic-muk Dhur would comment on this exact moment, stating:"Never in the history of creations, before nor since, have so many individuals be so inspired to such terrible greatness by such a stupid song."
Everyone Earns 5dtds and carriage horse sale: Half off. DM rewardsTBD Phyliss
[50 gp] potion/oil of reduce person (CL 1)
[375 gp] arcane scroll of force punch (CL 5)
[13,308 gp] dragoncatch guisarme [sheds light]
[16,000 gp] headband of alluring charisma (+4) [no external clues]
[11,000 gp] rod of cancellation [no external clues]
[5,150 gp] elven chain
[50 gp] potion/oil of vanish (CL 1)
[300 gp] potion/oil of resist energy, electricity (CL 3)
[1,125 gp] arcane scroll of feeblemind (CL 9)
[1,125 gp] arcane scroll of vermin form ii (CL 9)
[3,000 gp] arcane scroll of dimensional lock (CL 15)
[9,300 gp] +3 chainmail
They have all survived the 1st Wave of the Battle of DockStar.
Mhunira tries in vain to push the hair from her eyes. Her head bled profusely, mixing with nightmarish gore from disemboweled carriage horse. With her other arm she clung desperately to the entwined waxed-paper envelope the message, clutching it fast against her breast. Half-pushing, half-carried by the riotous throng, her tiny cloven feet slide on the cobblestones as she plunges through the teneabrius veil of DarkStar. Her eyes are lost; stunned in violent strobe of arcane and holy lights bursting into existence, then suddenly snuffed out by the powerful enchantments of DarkStar. Tossed and pulled into the shocking scene, Mhunira is almost crushed by the horse-slaughtering tree moving against the tide, a mildly confused woman perched in its branches. Mhunira fought forwards, screaming her mantra, "I have a MESSAGE! I Have a MESS-" A wild fist from a brawling dwarf sends he sprawling on the hard planking of the bridge. Her grip slips and the package the message bursts in the chaos. On hands and knees, she stares aghast at the veal cutlets the message being trampled and rendered before her. Suddenly she knew. It was the UnHappening. The message was UnTimely. The UnMaker is UnBorn, unAgain. Mhuniras voice begins so small as she sing the refrain. She raises to her feet and sings again, louder. And Louder yet again. The riotous clash around her begins to quell as her voice drives waves of silence under its rising tide of Mhuniras voice singing it again and again. The deep bellowing chords of a bloody-fisted dwarf join in and soon the unity of voices and chourus of song is spread to all, and at its center, Mhunira.
Many generations on, in her treatise 'Spire-Fall', Teifling historian Grhalic-muk Dhur would comment on this exact moment, stating:"Never in the history of creations, before nor since, have so many individuals be so inspired to such terrible greatness by such a stupid song."
Everyone Earns 5dtds and carriage horse sale: Half off. DM rewards
[50 gp] potion/oil of reduce person (CL 1)
[375 gp] arcane scroll of force punch (CL 5)
[13,308 gp] dragoncatch guisarme [sheds light]
[16,000 gp] headband of alluring charisma (+4) [no external clues]
[11,000 gp] rod of cancellation [no external clues]
[5,150 gp] elven chain
[50 gp] potion/oil of vanish (CL 1)
[300 gp] potion/oil of resist energy, electricity (CL 3)
[1,125 gp] arcane scroll of feeblemind (CL 9)
[1,125 gp] arcane scroll of vermin form ii (CL 9)
[3,000 gp] arcane scroll of dimensional lock (CL 15)
[9,300 gp] +3 chainmail
