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Oddly enough, there doesn't seem to be any mechanism attached to the blade. It appears to be a simple blade crudely attached to the moss-encrusted door.
Tsiilmas looks closely at the moss and decides that it isn't dangerous, but as he spies the axe he leaps back with a speak.
Tsiilmas takes his strip of skin and, very hesitantly and with many pained expressions, pushes his way through the wall. Once inside he makes a large fuss of wiping the residual muck off himself.
"You tell me." Dohrlok grumbles, lowering the crossbow. "You were out of it." He motions with his arm toward the wall. "After you. I'll take rear guard." Still wary of the crossbow, Tsiilmas makes his way toward the wall.
Tsiilmas seems to gain control of himself, taking several deep breaths and closing his eyes momentarily. When he opens them and see's Dorlak with this crossbow trained on him, he jumps and looks rather hurt. "Um, why are you doing that? What have I done?"
As the group travels through the trees, nothing seems amiss with Tsiilmas. But as soon as the group breaks free of the trees and Tsiilmas takes a look at the manor, he skids to a stop in his tracks. His face drains of the remaining color it had and he starts to shake slightly. If any of the party asks him what is the matter, he doesn't respond or even register they are next to him and all he can do is mumble incoherent phrases.
Tsiilmas temper flares slightly and he punches Corvins hand hard, "Oy, I didn't take your moonshine. Leave go of me you stupid Vith'rell!
As the rest of the party are inside the building, duking out the deal, Tsiilmas suddenly jerks violently and grasps his fore head with both his hands. He stumbles to the wall and slides down it to sit in a small ball on the ground. As you watch he looks around himself like a frightened child and in a weak voice asks "W..w..where am I? Ho..how did I get here?"
Tsiilmas shivers in disgust momentarily and looks up
Torch readied
Torch readied
Tsiilmas pushes through the wall, feeling the same nausea overcome him until he was through. He bends over, holding his stomach until the feeling passes.
Tsiilmas shakes his head and slowly scrapes himself off the ground. He holds his shoulder and groans.
Tsiilmas lies on the ground, drooling slightly.
Tsiilmas crumples to the ground, as limp as a rag doll.
Holding his head, Tsiilmas shakes off the mental control. As he looks up he sees the zombie . He see's the zombie as the source of the control and slices at it.
"You! Stay out of this!!!" Tsiilmas shouts, pointing tward Anarath with a shaking finger. "Your next!!!" With that insult in the air Tsiilmas strikes at Corvin again.
I continue to advance on Corvin. As I get withing striking distance, I shout "You have two seconds to explain your self, of I make pudding out of you. You dare leave that poor girl in the tower, and you dare to plot and plan against me." My voice rising into a hysterical, sobbing shout,"My whole life I have been plotted against, I was tricked into coming to this hell forsaken manor." withing striking distance now, Tsiilmas now a very mad elf, his voice a piercing shriek. "I will make an example of you! I...Will...Not...Be...Trifled...With!!!!"
Seeing one of the strange warriors coming towards him, Tsiilmas slashes out in self defense.
you could gave described that last room with a little less detail! |-& urg
Spoiler: I will rid my forest of this filth forever!
I look around in alarm, not sure where I heard the noises of things hiding in the kitchen. "Watch your selves my friends, we are not alone" I whisper in an undertone while drawing my new longsword with a very dramatic slowness.
Would I be permitted to use it? I have had training in the use of this weapon
Tsiilmas looks to his fellow adventurers about to say something, then to himself he says "So THAT is what I was feeling, I guess the trees never lie!"Then, shaking his head he turns to the others and says "Whew, We squeaked out of that one by a hair! Thanks Anarath again!"
"I will assist you too, I just need to find a weapon!" I say, reverting to common. As I look down the corridor and see the kobolds sneakin up on us, I give a frightened squeak and hurry after the others.
Rubbing his sore and chafed wrists Tsiilmal turns to Anarath. "Sal o aelaes maites, ai thy saelaes ailaerdaer sai o." For those who speak elven
Spoiler:
Thank you ever so much, I am forever indebted to you.
If any one is confused. I am filling in for Greis.
As soon as the gag is removed, the elf starts to flail around on the stick screaming at the top of his lungs.
Only if you speak elven Spoiler:
Those scurvy kobolds, I will have my revenge! Nobody treats a Mithalvarin like this!!!!! He then, after venting his spleen in this manner calms down and relaces against his bonds.
MPHHH! HERFFF! MMMMMMfff! MMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!
Alright, my info is sent off and I'm ready to play!! :-) |
