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"I will take care of the map if you two don't mind." Tal says approaching Hans to take the Map from him. Not truly trusting the undead's weaponized hands or the flame-kin's fiery hands.
Then adds at the comment from Hans... "What is a Gargoyle?"
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
"In that case." Tal looks at Hans and says "I will take the map." as he extends his hand to retrieve the map from Hans. then he reiterates "Now if you wouldn't mind, what exactly is a Gargoyle?"
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
"I fought something like that recently," Kennar says darkly. "Except it was made of metal. Broke at least one of my ribs. We'll have to be careful if these gargoyles are anything like that."
He looks at X'rric and Tal. "Well, shall we get moving?"
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
"Yes, lets" X'rric says, wondering what other surprises the castle may hold for them while deciding how best to deal with the gargoyles should they appear.
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"Pain has a face; allow me to show it to you. I. Am. Pain."
Tal quickly unfurls the map and tries to figure out their exact location in comparison to the location they are going to, though he is unfamiliar with the area, so it will take him a little bit to get acquainted with the area and the map itself.
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
"And these are?" Tal asks rolling up the map and placing it carefully in a map case that is a part of his satchel.
OOC: I am assuming there are two ornithopter (or whatever these end up being) scrolls for each of us, or two castings, basically? Or are we expected to use the gargoyles to get back if we are successful?
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
The fire retreats up Kennar's hand, into his torso. His arm, now black and molten-looking creaks and pops as the flamekin stretches it a few times.
Kennar accepts his scroll without questioning the magic imprinted on it.
He places it carefully in his satchel, then immediately lets the fire rush back down his arm. "Ahhhh, that's better. I've never understood how you skin-covered folks don't freeze to death without anything to protect you but a little bit of hair."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
"I am ready as well. Onwards and upwards I suppose." Tal says with a huge grin on his face as he looks over the scrolls spell. He quickly closes the spell and heads out of the building with both scrolls in his possession.
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
X'rric steps outside, taking both scrolls with him, and reads from one of them. As the Ornithopter materializes from the Aether, X'rric crawls inside it and prepares to take off. He would wait to follow Tal, since he was the one with the map.
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"Pain has a face; allow me to show it to you. I. Am. Pain."
Kennar once again forces the fire up his arm, leaving it black and cracked. Pulling out the scroll, he reads the arcane letters, and the spell scribed onto it leaps off the page and into reality.
Kennar climbs in, also waiting for Tal to lead the way.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
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Hans stammers through a description of where you're going, and eventually hands the group a map. This is a much greater help.
"The keep should be abandoned," Hans reassures the trio. "So resistance should be minimal until you enter the tower."
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"Any idea what's in the tower?" X'rric asks.
Then adds at the comment from Hans... "What is a Gargoyle?"
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He looks at X'rric and Tal. "Well, shall we get moving?"
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OOC: I am assuming there are two ornithopter (or whatever these end up being) scrolls for each of us, or two castings, basically? Or are we expected to use the gargoyles to get back if we are successful?
Kennar accepts his scroll without questioning the magic imprinted on it.
He places it carefully in his satchel, then immediately lets the fire rush back down his arm. "Ahhhh, that's better. I've never understood how you skin-covered folks don't freeze to death without anything to protect you but a little bit of hair."
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"Is there anything else you need?" he asks.
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He holds up a flap into small area behind the large map tent.
Kennar climbs in, also waiting for Tal to lead the way.
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