(036) The Remains of the Day

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sun May 06, 2012 1:51 pm

mushgnome wrote:
Highbough has oil and a magic weapon if necessary (but hopes we can make it safely back to the surface without further incident).

He stays behind Ulric in expectation of the fireball.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Sun May 06, 2012 6:43 pm

doctorx wrote:
Josiane holds up her hand to bring the company to a halt while Ulric makes his calculations. She looks into the darkness ahead until her eyes ache, strains her ears for the slightest sound and gauges the temperature as best she may. As cold as the vault behind them? Less? Moreso?

She will take advantage of this pause to sheathe her sword and light the last of her torches. "My hope is that my prayer may have driven the fiend back to its tomb, but if aught awaits us ahead our best chance lies in magic and fire."

She frowns; "Although it seems these things are drawn to strong light, seeking to extinguish it. We had lit many torches in the antechamber ere the foe appeared, and remember their focussing of their malice on Lord Olaf".

She casts a glance at Desmond/Mondes.

"Perhaps we might dispense with the light of the sceptre for a while."

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Mon May 07, 2012 1:22 am

waysoftheearth wrote:

danhem wrote:OOC: How long is the corridor. How far would Ulric need to go to be able to toss a fireball into the ante-chamber ahead of our entry?

The passage is pitch dark, but Ulric judges it to be some 30 or 40 yards long from memory. He would only have to go 10 or so yards up the passage in order to magik the ante-chamber.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Mon May 07, 2012 1:37 am

sulldawga wrote:
Dorgan will continue to remain as close to Josiane as he is able.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Mon May 07, 2012 2:54 am

danhem wrote:
"Lead the way Josiane," Ulric says. "But go slowly and for about 10 yards. I will see if I can clear the path ahead."

Ulric will move forward 10 yards behind Josiane and then search is mind for the Comburent Phlogiston. If he is successful, he will cast the ball of flame as far into the far chamber as he can.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Mon May 07, 2012 8:37 am

waysoftheearth wrote:
The chill in the air is perhaps somewhat less than it was previously... although it is difficult to say for sure after your recent exertions.

Ulric dredges his memory for the archaic phrases of his Comburent Pholgiston (1d6=5) and finds those familiar syllables ready and waiting. His eyes shine like copper in anticipation...

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Mon May 07, 2012 6:22 pm

doctorx wrote:
Josiane moves forwards in accordance with Ulric's instructions.

"I have no sense of them," she whispers, "But it is best to be sure."

She crouches behind her shield in anticipation of Ulric's sorcerous flame, endeavouring to make sure she will be clear of any back-blast from the fire...

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Mon May 07, 2012 9:32 pm

eris wrote:

doctorx wrote:Josiane holds up her hand to bring the company to a halt while Ulric makes his calculations. She looks into the darkness ahead until her eyes ache, strains her ears for the slightest sound and gauges the temperature as best she may. As cold as the vault behind them? Less? Moreso?

She will take advantage of this pause to sheathe her sword and light the last of her torches. "My hope is that my prayer may have driven the fiend back to its tomb, but if aught awaits us ahead our best chance lies in magic and fire."

She frowns; "Although it seems these things are drawn to strong light, seeking to extinguish it. We had lit many torches in the antechamber ere the foe appeared, and remember their focussing of their malice on Lord Olaf".

She casts a glance at Desmond/Mondes.

"Perhaps we might dispense with the light of the sceptre for a while."

"I think it's the light of the scepter that these creatures hate. Not the light from a fire. " Olaf says holding out his hand to take the scepter, "I'll extinguish the light of the scepter."

As soon as he gets it he will lower it and say the words to put it out.

"Now let's get out of here as fast as we can." Olaf says shuddering as he draws in a deep breath of the cold air.

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Mon May 07, 2012 11:13 pm

ehiker133 wrote:
Desmond quickly passes the scepter to Olaf when it is requested, allowing him to better grip the old axe.

"Let's get out of here."

Post by **waysoftheearth** » Wed May 09, 2012 2:59 am

danhem wrote:
Speaking the arcane and forbidden words of the Comburent Pholgiston, Ulric forms a small ball of flame in his hands then casts it as far into the antechamber as he can.

"Duck," he says calmly to those around him once he throws the ball.