Post by The Crimson Reaper on Dec 24, 2013 16:45:58 GMT -5
After seeing the engagement of Dr. Mundo with the large green ogre, and then Quinn, Talon, and the Two-headed creature, he decided they were best left as they were. He looked back over to the taller brown beast he'd previously fired upon. It lay there, in the sand, unmoving. Focusing, Vladimir sensed the hampered pulse of life still active in the body, and a second, fading pulse emanating from the other earth colored ogre. While he wasn't one for clean up duty, he certainly wasn't about to allow either to rise again.
Once more Vladimir took the ball of blood, this time revolving it about his hands. A dark magick started vibrating about the source, pulling at the air around him. Commanding the volatile energies, the Hemomancer moved a bit closer to the most living ogre currently unaware and considerably vulnerable in his state of unconsciousness. Mere seconds later, the foul brown ogre would find its very life-force being sucked out of his body and into Vladimir's own form.
During these events, the decimated corpse of the grey ogre experienced exsanguination, the blood rapidly flowing back to the Hemomancer, swirling around him in a vortex of crimson as he continued drinking at the vitality of the fallen foe before him.
As his shots were relatively useless against the Ogres, he held his guns up and studied them with a look irritation upon his face, "Well... That was bloody useless..." he mumbled to himself with a sigh. He watched as the fight unfolded, eyes danced around the battlefield the ogres eventually dropping one by one. It seemed as though the fight would be finished soon anyways and there was no real use for him at this point. Instead of firing he simply reloaded the missing shots and holstered his weapons.
Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2013 23:07:32 GMT -5
Attack/Post Order:
Razie ✓ Mundo ✓ Gilam ✓ Sendrel ✓ Adeptis ✓
Laufeia ✓ Thoven ✓ Dominic/Talon ✓ Vladimir ✓ Ozzy ✓
Quinn ✓ Jacob Kevin Naiyu Lulu
The two-headed ogre seemed very interested in attempting to break his already blunted nails on Quinn, and was almost upon her before he felt something on his back. ”Ants? Ants!?” One head tried to look back, using his arm to scrabble at the person who had decided to take an upward trip on his body. ”Gerroff!” The head snorted. The other pair of eyes had already blinked away the blindness and had his red vision sights set on Quinn.
Then the cut and the ogre stopped, twirling with his hands scratching at its back in an attempt to relieve the stinging pain and to shake Thoven off. But the blades had already been pushed into their skin, and they quite literally squealed like a stuck pig.
Before they could even blink another filmy eye, ‘Dominic’ had appeared with his blade on one arm. The sword that slid through the back of one of his necks went in as cleanly as knife through melted butter. Blood began to spurt and seep from the angry wound and the head was even angrier as he began gargling nonsensical words. The blade had pierced his windpipe and the other head was yelling something over the noise. Both hands came up to swipe at Talon, attempting to smack him off with a heavy hand.
The whole ordeal perhaps lasted only for a few seconds before the ogre made a slight strangling noise, one from the head of the punctured neck and the other feeling the effects of a damaged spine. It fell to the ground, not unlike its brethren, as he growled out something from its mouth just before kissing the sand.
The green ogre who had been caught up in his personal fight finally decided that after the two-headed ogre had gone down that now would be a good time to leave. With a surprising burst of speed, he stomped all the way back to the pyramid and vanished inside.
The land around the pyramid was littered with dead bodies and dyed a strange reddish-brown but the party must press on. Inside the pyramid is dark, lit only by dying torch fire that waver and shudder but never seem to go out. It appears that the route leads downwards into the ground and presumably under the sands. There is a staircase that leads downwards.
As the party descends into the inky black, they are first struck by a small gust of wind despite there being little oxygen to be had. On occasion, a soft stream of sand may trickle down from above but the walls and ceilings are made of an obsidian stone and cool to the touch. The color of the stone makes the corridor looks all the more eerie. Down and down the company will go but the way down is not difficult. It is like a slow sloping path.
At last, the party will stop where the path splits into three routes.
To the left, there is magnificently carved door at the end of the route – it would be difficult to miss. The ceiling slopes a little higher to make way for the grandness. It is decorated with gold and silver, the border studded with gems of all colors and haphazardly too, almost as if they had been strewn onto the surface without a second thought but the beauty was all the same. There is a giant padlock with a black chain wrapped around the door handles. The door appears to be locked this way, and a small shimmer can be seen from the gleam of the torchlights. A barrier has been placed, no doubt to stop any and all explosives or external force from breaking down the door.
To the right of the group, it seems the road there is darker than everything they had seen so far. No lights or fire penetrated the long, endless tunnel of black and spots of dark bruises can be seen lining the path. There is no end in sight but the sound of a small wind hissing every so often from wherever the corridor ended.
Straight ahead, the path is shorter than the other two. The door is plain, with what looks like red paint sloshed over the surface of the wood. If the party nears, they will hear a soft click-clack from inside, steady and methodical. Sometimes it would stop, and a rumble would shake the room inside and the clicking will sound a little louder only to return to its soft melody.
To the left, there is a locked door. To the right, there is a pitch-black corridor and straight ahead there is a strange door with an even stranger sound resounding from its interior.
It is recommended that the party either split into three groups, one for each door, or into two if the party chooses not to try and break the door down.
Optional Actions:
- Loot the ogres for items which will include -- - Take a torch from the wall as the party descends.
Post by Demacia's Wings on Dec 25, 2013 23:09:28 GMT -5
The small smile that had appeared on Quinn’s face when she saw an arrow hit its mark instantly vanished when all four eyes were suddenly upon her. She blanched at the look they were giving her, stepping back a few steps. She didn’t want to run backwards for fear of tripping over a body or some loose sand, but she didn’t know if the thing would throw a weapon at her back should she turn it. Then she realized that the ogre wasn’t really holding a weapon and without a second thought, made to pivot on her heel and make use of her speed.
She would have too, if not for the blur of a shadow and Talon… Dominic suddenly upon the ogre like a monkey scaling a tree and with an arm-blade that looked too much like his own. The steel flashed in the sun, the metal brilliant and deadly as it sliced into the ogre’s neck. All around her she could hear yells and screams of the other ogres as they too felt the bite of death. She saw the man who called himself Thoven as the ogre fell and a small breath of relief escaped her.
That wasn’t too difficult. She looked around, taking note of all the ogres that had been defeated. Some of them had… incredibly wounds, and Quinn half wished she had given the fight more of her attention, if only to see what the others were capable of. You could never have too much information. She stepped gingerly towards the pyramid, then stopped to await their host’s next ‘order’.
Status: Healthy.
Items:
- Crossbow - Small dagger - Default clothes/armor - Metal canteen filled with water - Strips of leather - Small packets of food
Modified Skills
Harrier (Passive) - Targets a vulnerable enemy and deals extra damage.
Blinding Assault (Q) - Fires a range of arrows aimed directly at the eyes. - Will blind the target if any arrow hits them. They cannot be blinded more than once per Q.
Heightened Senses (W) - Attacking a vulnerable target will grant Quinn bonus attack speed. - Quinn will put herself in a state of 'Heightened Senses', gaining an increase in awareness in Valor's absence. All area within range (2100) will be revealed to her for 2 seconds, including things in utter darkness and fog.
Post by Jacob Cervantes on Dec 25, 2013 23:51:20 GMT -5
"Jolly good fight everyone!" Jacob exclaimed. "You lads do well in a proper fight." He didn't bother checking any of the orge's bodies for valuables, they wouldn't have anything that interested him.
The sun was blocked inside the great pyramid, giving Jacob a reprieve from the heat of the sun. Jacob would run a hand along the smooth stone of the walls, feeling for any runes or oddities that may be on them.
Upon reaching the 3 doors, Jacob inspected the large door. "Hmmm" he muttered, inspecting the lock. "This will take awhile to get through, picking or smashing it. Perhaps we should explore the other ways while others try to open this door?"
Post by Naiyu Persici Lu on Dec 26, 2013 0:29:06 GMT -5
Naiyu felt every fiber in her body relax as the fight finally died down, her hair falling across her eyes in mild reflection. She'd tried to help out when she could, but it seemed like it wasn't needed in the end, everyone skillfully carrying out their designated tasks with the minimal damage possible. She supposed it was fine, her skills could be saved for later when it was more appropriate. At least this taught her just how much she could trust her so called comrades with handling themselves in battle. Much more than the petite woman could say for herself.
As they descended and happened upon the doors, Naiyu immediately decided against the middle one. She wasn't one for decision making for multiple people, so she simply waited, agreeing to go wherever she would be well put to use or welcomed. Well...less welcomed and more tolerated, by the feel of this party...
Post by The Fae Sorceress on Dec 26, 2013 3:24:30 GMT -5
Lulu, Pix,and Mr. Piggles happily twirls around every five or so steps after the party defeated the ogre band. On the intersection The sorceress pauses, looking very serious as she shouted out to the rest of the group
ALL RIGHT! there is OBVIOUSLY one way TO CHOOSE which DOORWAY to go! MR. Piggles! PIX! get BEHIND me!!
the two companions swiftly flutter behind Lulu while small flower particles and a soft purple light emanates from the sorceress's staff.
rrrrrRRRRAAAAAAH!!!
Lulu stabs her staff mightily into the ground, causing sparks to fly from the base. The sorceress releases her hold from her staff and watches intently at the now standing staff... .... .... .... .... .... The staff dully falls over towards the middle door, as one would expect from a normal stick which was balancing on its end. Lulu points to the middle door with a wide smile on her face
THAT WAAAAY!!!!
Lulu picks up her staff and happily skips next the middle door and smiles almost eerily at the party, as if she expects them to fallow her.
EQUIPTMENT -Gladian Wand -Magical Large Red Hat [Storage] -Glade Sorceress Clothing -A few day's worth of food stored in hat -Mundocorp Employee ID card -A copy of "Healing Magic for Idiots" -3 gallons of Apple juice also stored in hat
COMPANIONS -Pix the Fae Spirit -Mr. Piggles the Baby Dragon
You find us funny, do you not? A source of amusement. Is that not so? With our pretty clothes, and our convoluted circumlocutions and our little silliness of manner and behavior. And perhaps we are funny... But you must never imagine, that just because something is funny,it is not dangerous.
Post by Razie Tynerson on Dec 26, 2013 8:02:13 GMT -5
Finding that his Sonics indeed met their mark and helped bring down the ogre Razie let out a grin before noticing he had caught it's attention and now had a sword coming his way, The Gloves would need a bit of time for a full recharge but he still had enough energy going in the current shot to hopefully send enough sweet sonic disruption to send the blade off-course away from him, so he boldly put his armored fists together and let them do their work. Finding himself safe for the moment he looked around and found that the last ogre had ventured inside, no doubt to alert more of it's kind. They'd have to move inside cautiously most definitely now that a possible tribe of monsters was awaiting them.
As they entered Razie briefly admired the craftsmanship of the tomb and took a torch with him as they descended, though he doubted he would need it as there were a healthy amount of them, as he would find correct the further they went. Now they were at a cross-roads it would seem, a giant fancy locked door to the left... darkness to the right and straight ahead there is another door with noises behind it, maybe more ogres prepared to dispose of them? They seemed to have taken care of the last batch rather easily, but the right... something about it made it feel like the best path to go at this point in time, they'd have to split up even though Razie felt rather... uneasy, especially since he was supposed to be 'leading' a few of these questionable faces through this tomb for the common goal of glory. He'd have to trust that they wouldn't be at each others throats, he'd give his current assessment and then begin the split.
"Mr. Cervantes, I would highly suggest leaving that door alone for now. Azel must have had a method that didn't involve forcing the door open to get to whatever is behind it, and in order to keep this place intact since it technically IS a mark upon history our side goal is to do as little damage as possible while we are inside." He spoke as if he was sure of what he saying, and he was for the most part, causing damage to the tomb could activate a security measure if any were in place, and in matters such as this Razie found it would be much better to be safe than sorry.
Now in front of the path of darkness to the right he announced to the group his suggested course of action and those who he would prefer accompanying him. "At this point we should split up and find the key to that magnificent door. Accompanying me I'd like Gilam, Naiyu, Kevin, Dominic... Ozzy and Quinn. As for the rest of you, be prepared for anything and move forward. If that last ogre brought any of his friends for a second round I'm nearly 100% certain that you can handle them if you look around and see who's left among you."
Razie, confident in his choice awaited those he selected to join him and begin their journey into the darkness, unsure of what lay ahead of them. So to ease the tension he took out a sandwhich from his pack and took a sip of water from his canteen.
Razie status: 90% overall healthy Proto Armor functioning at 80% Equipment:
Backpack with water and sandwhiches
A dozen Spark Taps
The Gloves, which he was wearing underneath the proto-armor Gigashield set
His pistol with 3 rounds left and 5 magazines remaining
Last Edit: Dec 26, 2013 8:06:54 GMT -5 by Razie Tynerson
Post by Adeptis Lune on Dec 26, 2013 8:51:02 GMT -5
Adeptis looked as the ogre fell before his chain. Typical, wouldn't even allow him the glory of hitting for the last time. He'd take a step forward and hit the ogre in his neck anyway, not only to make sure it stayed down, but also cause he was pissed at it's weakness.
After he was done overkilling the ogre, he watched the group kill the giant sand ogre. Dominic was literally scaling it. There was something familiar about him. The fight was done soon after, with the green sack of shit deciding he couldn't handle Mundo.
Adeptis silently checked the ogres for anything useful, especially torches and maps. One of the ogre did something that resembled a map. Or atleast ripped off part of one. Thinking a bit, he decides not to bother telling about it. It might lead to the pyramid, or be irrelevant to the expedition, not worth the trouble. He then proceeded into the pyramid with the rest. Upon reaching the crossroads and hearing Razie's plan, he spoke up.
"No objections here, but If you're going to put Mundo and me on the same team, I insist we get the wider path. My weapons need some room."
His point was made, and he didn't care that he kinda called Mundo fat.
Inventory 1 Week's worth of rations 1 week's worth of water. 2 1.5 meter chains(One in each hand) Ripped Map Fragment.
Last Edit: Dec 27, 2013 14:43:26 GMT -5 by Adeptis Lune
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Dec 26, 2013 12:45:13 GMT -5
Before he knew it, the fight was already over, as the remaining ogres had fallen down dead. Gillam looked around at the aftermath of the battle as the group descended into the tomb. He was surprised to see that there were no casualties. Even though Gillam didn't particularly trust everyone who was accompanying him on this quest, he did admit that they were all adept in combat.
The small gust of wind brushed up against Gillam's face as he entered the tomb. He shivered a bit, reminded of the endless cold he endured while frozen within that cave in Freljord. He suddenly realized how ironic it would be if he died in Shurima. He was awakened into this era in a land of cold, and he would be ushered out of it in a lead of heat. He smirked, then quickly grew serious again when faced with the possibility of dying in this forsaken place.
Gillam had toned out what Razie was saying once again, although it didn't sound particularly important until he mentioned splitting up into groups.
"At this point we should split up and find the key to that magnificent door. Accompanying me I'd like Gilam, Naiyu, Kevin, Dominic... Ozzy and Quinn. As for the rest of you, be prepared for anything and move forward. If that last ogre brought any of his friends for a second round I'm nearly 100% certain that you can handle them if you look around and see who's left among you."
Gillam sighed a breath of relief, quickly scanning the people Razie had assigned him with. The only one he was slightly worried about was Dominic, as he looked to be a Noxian, and a quite scary one at that. The rest of his group consisted of Quinn, and Piltoverians and Ionians. He eyed Dominic once again. He would have to be wary around him, but Gillam was glad that he didn't get pulled into the group with Mundo and Vladimir.
"Alright, I'm on board. I'll do the best I can to protect anyone who needs it."
He glanced at Naiyu as he said this. Gillam was aware she wasn't the most experienced in combat. He wasn't worried about her becmoing a liability, but if it came to it, she would be the one to defend the most. The rest of his group looked very capable, but Naiyu would need some extra defense on her side.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Dec 26, 2013 21:16:29 GMT -5
As the Green ogre ran the Doctor at first proceeded to give it chase, attempting to slow it down with the infection of his cleaver. However, his target was a tad bit too far away, and the cleaver returned to his hand with the brief buzz of the hextech inside. The Doctor grumbled a bit, but since they were going inside the temple anyways, he or someone else would be able to finish the job. He followed the group, the thudding smack of his boots against the stone resounding loudly in the somewhat narrow corridors, until they reached the great causeway where the decision was to split apart. At the slight tease to one of the members of this entourage needing the larger space so he could fight besides Mundo easily, the Doctor turned to look at him, sizing him up and the weapons he wielded.
"Mundo agree! Mundo not want to set people on fire and pay fees."
If there was some veiled joke about the Doctor's weight, he frankly didn't notice it, nor would he really have cared.
Post by The Blade's Shadow on Dec 27, 2013 6:46:48 GMT -5
It had worked and that was a relief. Talon still wasn't sure what had made him quite so angry in the whole ordeal, but it was something he would have to get back under control. Emotions had clouded his actions in the past and the scars he carried were proof that it wasn't a way to be, if you wanted to simultaneously be alive and uninjured. His first thought, as he looked up from the downed body he was still standing on, was to see if anyone was looking in his direction. And it seemed that there weren't many. A mercy.
His armblade made its way back into the hidden folds of his dual cloak before he threw a look toward Quinn, making sure she hadn't been hurt in the ordeal from behind the safety of his goggles. Only fools pledge life to honor, Talon... You don't owe her anything for that. He shrugged it off and went to collect his longsword from the sand, making after the group once it was in his grasp again, keeping near the rear until orders were given, which he followed without question, shuffling into the smaller grouping.
A locked door. He was just a swordsman to these people... Most of them. Unless it was some ancient, magical lock, he would likely be able to pick it but he was unwilling to risk his cover just to ease their way through. He didn't doubt that there was a key somewhere. Hopefully... An odd thought came to him. The person inside was, presumably at least, long since dead. What use was a locking door? To keep people out? A wall would've accomplished the same thing. Perhaps it was to keep whatever was inside where it needed to be... But still that didn't answer what purpose a door would serve over a wall. Perhaps it was all an elaborate trap. It wasn't even a question to him anymore. It was the expected outcome, really. He had heard tales of what happened to assassins, too drunk off a successful mark, to be cautious enough. Traps were an easy way to dispatch rookies of his profession... But why a locking door. It gave a very sinister impression. That when this place wasn't being used as an overly-elaborate murderhole, whatever was inside needed to remain there.
Post by Thoven Falconflight on Dec 27, 2013 18:35:55 GMT -5
Thoven rode the beast into the dirt and listen to the monster breath its last. Wiping his blades off on the ogre's hide, he mentally relaxed. The excitement was gone, nothing here needed killed so no need to allow the adrenaline to keep pumping. He began to dig through the pockets of the dead ogre, seeking anything that might be of value or importance, like keys or coin.
However, something bothered Thoven about his 'allies'. Dominic didn't use his longsword...and moved faster than he thought possible. Something about the man was unnerving, like a wolf meeting a tiger and understanding that this beast was his superior.
Very few men could Thoven honestly say were his betters and he felt compelled to find out.
Razie interrupted his train of thought with his indecipherable shouting and Thoven shrugged and continued to dig through pockets. He would do as he saw fit, when he felt like it. He wasn't here to be friendly or be in 'jolly good fights'. He was going to get paid. ((estimated search time is fifteen minutes at the most))
Status: Healthy
Equipment:
Leather Armor Green Cloak Leather gloves Dirk Saber 1 week's worth of iron rations, including a wineskin of water Whetstone and oil
Two 5 oz vials of Wyvern Venom: a paralytic that attacks the muscles of the heart causing a heart failure in five minutes in normal human. Can be purged with healing magics of moderate level, but very few potions due to the unique venom of each wyvern.
Ozzy picked up the leather sack of supplies he had dropped at the start of the fight and ventured into the pyramid behind all the others. The soft glow in his eyes obscured by the glasses he wore, but even if they weren't, the light wouldn't be enough to see in the dark with. Silently he wished Viktor had given him some form of night vision with his sight augmentations.
As he laid eyes upon the magnificent golden door he blinked twice as he thought aloud, his voice soft and barely audible as if unsure, "Maybe the guy who built the place made the pretty door a trap, greedy folk are more than likely gona wana go to the pretty place..." He shrugged and looked to Razie as he stated he wanted Ozzy with him and a few others, a slight nod was all he gave before falling silent again. Growing up in Bildgewater, one would think Ozzy would have some knowledge on how to picklocks... But he was completely useless at it and would more than likely just shoot the thing if possible, but that seemed out of the question. Even Ozzy could appreciate the history of the place and the worth in keeping as much of it intact as he could, unlike the ogre that had run in ahead of them... Speaking of which...
Ozzy turned and glanced about the area for signs of where the ogre could have gone, unsure if it was injured to the point of bleeding... If it was, there might have been blood somewhere giving them a hint.
Equipment: Four Hextech Revolvers. Duster Coat. Wide Rimmed Hat. Silver Spectacles. Ammunition strapped across his belt and around his legs. Leather Sack - contains, a weeks worth of dried foods, two bottles of water and a bottle of rum.
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