Tossing the spear aside in agitation, Voss spits, " Margr. Bad business. So they came from the east and continued west...no bodies, so either all of the priests are dead, slaves or.....inside the dome? What do you think, Sarsam?"
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Voss kneels among the signs of battle, picking up a broken spear, looking about, " A battle was fought here..look at those symbols, seen them before Sarsam?" Voss tries to think himself if they stir a memory...
"Yes, let make what progress we can toward the bright dome with what light we have left in the day..."
Voss nods to Dal, "OK, thanks....northwest, 7-8 hours, bright light... he mutters to himself. "I guess we won't be getting any rest," he says glumly
"Facetted Dome, neh?" Voss days after Sarsam reveals the contents of the journal. "I guess we should go see what happened to the holy men." -Posted with Wayfinder
"They must be up in the higher levels, I didn't see anyone .." Voss says, gathering up some of the boxes and bringing them inside the tower.
Voss approaches the metal panel and stands before it, scratching his head. "Hmmm, I wish Sarsam was here...." "Well, what would he do..." Voss murmurs to himself, tracing some lighted controls with his finger tip, the pressing one, pausing to consider then another.
Voss sees the familiar pulse of green light from below and smacks his thigh , realizing he's forgotten to turn off the defensive field. Not terribly interested in the lab instuments, Voss ties off the rope, picks up his globe and makes for the stairs, heading downward.
Voss takes a glow globe out of his pack and activates it, casting its light around the immediate area. Satisfied, he puts the globe down on the floor next to the window, then leans out smiling to his friends below. Disappearing for a moment, he returns to quickly unspool his rope, tying it around his waist to help the other ascend.
Voss eyes up the nearest window, then places himself under it. His gaze intent , his feet begins to rise off of the ground. Using the aid of his strange ability, he begins to ascend the tower...
Voss stands under one of the windows, pondering....
Voss moves away from the door and steps back from the tower, looking up, guaging how climable it is...
Still shaking his head a bit, Voss looks at the wall, checking if it was climbable. "Maybe we can just go over the top?" he suggests.
"Oooof!" Voss says, shaking his head.
Voss had been standing listening to the questioning of the guard, looking bored, lightly bouncing up and down on the ball of his feet. At the guard's last statement, he steps forward, "I'll try it. Open the gate." He waits for the guard to open the door, then steps through...
"Of course, Sirona, let me help" Voss declares, leaning down to pull the box out of the hold. He walks it over to the dock and places it there, returning swiftly to take the next box from Sirona.
"Definitely, " Voss says after draining his own mug, "Worth a try, right Deymish?" Collecting his gear, he pauses and asks "I wonder what Sarsam is up to." -Posted with Wayfinder
Voss shakes his head, "18 days, without a good sleep...." he says wonderingly, "Everyone is like this?" he asks He looks at Sirona "It might be, Sirona, it just might be."
You too....have a great trip.
"As dream? That everyone has, each night?" Voss asks skeptically, "When did all of this start?"
Lifing his mug to his lips, Voss drains half the contents in one gulp. Smacking his lips in appreciation, "Ahhh, that's good! " He then joins in the conversation "I think , my dears, weird is a matter of pershpective" He smiles at Deymish's thanks, "Thanks, Deylish. It's been an interesting trip so far..." Overhearing the two miner's conversation, Voss leans over and asks "Beggin' your pardon, you all having trouble in the mine?"
Voss frowns at the loss of shins the departed vessel represents, but brightens at Deymish's explanation, "That's a good thing you did there, Deylish" clapping the merchant on the shoulder. Looking about he smiles, "I'm parched! A mug of rebrus would be wonderful...Ladies?" he asks, extending an elbow each to Eptin and Sirona.
"An extra pair of hands would be welcome, isnt' that right Deylish?" Voss suggests, then looking back at the other vessel, "Do we want to tow this along, Deylish? Might be worth a few shins."
Hey, you did it, Eptin!" Voss booms enthusiastically, before lowering his voice when the prisoner asked her questions. "We're guards for Deylish over there..." he says, indicating their boss, "Those raiders..." indicating the dead pirates "attacked us...and failed. We found you in their hold, in a cage, with that in your side." "Eptin here , smarter than all of us, figured out that it was keeping you asleep..." he says, smiling and extending a hand to assit the woman to stand.
"What is she doing here?" Voss muses aloud, gently pushing a lock of a hair out of her face. "That spear isn't doing her any favours..." he says as he opens the cage ,nods at Eptin's comment and gently lifts the woman up into his arms, noting her strong body and noticing for the first time the pile of gear in the corner. "Those must be her possessions, Eptin, Sarsam, grab them will you?" Voss asks his companions While most would find the task of carring and unconsious person between two rocking vessels, Voss find it not trouble, depositing the unconsious woman on a pile of sail. He then looks down on her uncertainly, "What do we do about that spear?"
Voss casually allows the raiders listless body to slide off of his blade, then takes a deep breath and turns to Deymish, shrugging "They were enthusiastic, but lacked skill." He cleans his weapon, then leaps across to the other vessel, beginning a careful search.
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Voss' sword-staff is a blur as he keep the raiders at bay, when the eerie green energy from Eptin washes over one as he slid forward, dagger aimed at Voss' belly. Somehow, amid the flurry of staff and blade, Voss manages to pause for just a second and nod a courteous thanks to Eptin, before his body once again wholly enters the dance of battle. Sarsam's shadow distract the other raider, giving Voss an excellent opportunity, which he seizes, thrusting his blade into the raider's back.
Two of the bandits come at Voss from opposite sides of the mast and he meets them, sword-staff moving with blazing speed. One attack is met in a blink of an eye, and it would seem the same fate was in store for the other, but a wayward coil of rope trips the warrior for a moment, allowing the remaining raider an opening...scoring a shallow wound across Voss' forearm.
A grunt is all the acknowledgment that Voss gives that he'd been bloodied, so intent was he in defending against his two assailants. A quick jump backward surprised his adversaries, and they were equally surprised by his even quicker leap forward to attack !
So I guess it needs to be established, who disturbs my beasts? Any volunteers? Could be Voss...will all of his wayward gravity waves, might disturb the poor critters.
No worries, I'm getting used to these rules again as well. I'm sure some mis-step along the way will happen :)
Voss seems to be etched in stone as the raiders leap the gunwale and board thier vessel. Only at the last moment does he spring into action, his sword-staff a blur as he engages....
Blocking the first raider's thrust with the haft of his weapon, Voss then spins around him to counter the other raider's attempt to punch his dagger into Voss' kidney. With blinding speed, Voss disengages, then leaps at the raider already wounded...
but the raider cleverly places the mast between them, foiling Voss' approach.
As the other vessel careens towards them, thier intent very obvious, Voss raises his bow and lets loose...
As the other vessel approaches at breakneck speed, Voss feels his own vessel attempt to respond ot Deymish's frantic attempts to avert the impending collision. Holding on to some of the stiff ropes running up the mast, Voss braces for impact...
When the ships come together, Voss hardly seems to move, so fluidly does he adjust to the sudden movement. Without missing a beat, he snatches his sword-staff and steps forward, calling out to the raiders, "Leave now and you'll keep your lives..." , settling into an obviously competent battle stance...waiting...
About to ask Sarsam if he saw anything of interest, Voss spins around at his friend's warning. Dashing to where his pack was secured, he snatches up his longbow and calls to Deymish, "Should I fire a volley? Or wait until thier intentions are more plain?"
A tall graceful man leaps onto the vessel as it slides away from the dock, deftly placing his pack onto the deck as he also tskrd a last box from Deymish and places it in its place. Straightening, he bows theatrically, "Voss Nerick at your service. Sarsam said you were punctual, Deymish....I almost missed you!" he declares with a smile, nodding to his friend Sarsam as he departs for the darker lower decks. "I'm sure Sarsam negotiated acceptable terms, I'll be taking watch with him...if that's alright?" he asks, picking up his pack.
Ah, I see. That works nicely then. :)
That works for me Sarsam.
My Descriptor Connection is as follows : Another PC barely suvivied accidental gravity thrust...they may or may not resent, fear, forgive
Hey there Sarsam. Voss and yourself could have met on each other's travels. Voss is a trained dancer, aided by his control of gravity. Perhaps, Sarsam watched a perfomance from the shadows one evening, noting Voss' extraordinary leaps, seemingly to hang in the air longer than was humanly possible. Your curiosity could have led you to an introduction and subsequent travels together, bringing us to our current location.
Here's Spazmodeus' submission, its my glaive from that other failed game. I took another look at the rule book ,but found I liked his flavour so here he is for your consideration. :)
Voss steps on the creature impaled on his swordstaff and pulls the weapon free. Gazing around for sign of another attack, his head swivels at the arrival of the townsfolk. "Anger you say. What could they be angry about?"
I'm still game :)
Voss' staff-sword comes off of his shoulder in a blur, intercepting the movement of the pallone threatening him. attack
Voss' eyes narrow at the villager's strange behaviour, then they widen as he catches his first glimpse of the pallones attacking them. Initiaive
Voss , having made sure that the beastie wasn't going to follow, runs effortlessly back to the others, taking a position up front , just as they arrive at the wrecked village. "As Jake says, we are here to assist..." Voss says , leaning his sword-staff on his shoulder.
Voss brandishes his sword-staff in the direction the beast fled, acting as rear-guard ,waving the others to follow Patel.
[ooc] 1 level of Effort to inflict +3 damage[/dooc] Sword Staff attack Damage : 6 + 3: 9 Voss moves around the behemoth avoiding pincers and legs alike, his movement's catlike for such a large man. Observing the attacks of the others, he chooses his moment and leaps forward, aiming for a soft spot between the chitinous plates of armor.
Initiative Flowing forward with and easy grace, Voss's large weapon appears weightless as he brings it down upon the scutimorph Attack However, he did not take into account the creature's tough armored scales, his attack was turned aside.
After staring curiously at the "trees" and their strange companions, Voss shoulders his sword-staff and accompanies the other through the "Forest"
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