Immersive Ink

ehiker133 wrote:
Desmond shakes his head, "No... Nidhogg had a little mechanical beetle; it was not a living/breathing creature. I know not from where Ulric got his rot grub."

doctorx wrote:

ehiker133 wrote:Desmond looks thoughtful for a moment...

"Yeah, that was Nidhogg..."

He frowns.

"We never did figure out what happened to him. He just up and vanished when we were in that old bandit outpost."

"Another disappeared companion?" whispers Josiane in some surprise.

She sighs and adds a quest to determine the fate of this poor lost soul to her growing list of Good Deeds To Do...

ehiker133 wrote:

doctorx wrote:

ehiker133 wrote:Desmond looks thoughtful for a moment...

"Yeah, that was Nidhogg..."

He frowns.

"We never did figure out what happened to him. He just up and vanished when we were in that old bandit outpost."

"Another disappeared companion?" whispers Josiane in some surprise.

She sighs and adds a quest to determine the fate of this poor lost soul to her growing list of Good Deeds To Do...

OOC: iirc, Dr. X, that was through no fault of ours. I think Ghost of Marx just had too much on his plate at the time and dropped out of the game. WOTE simply made his character disappear during some hustle and bustle we had going on at the time. Though it looks like we... ok, we can't really stick together that well. Never mind. But we didn't lose Nidhogg. [img]images/smiley/tongue.png[/img]

doctorx wrote:
O.O.C: No worries! I recall the posts and quite understand how it all went down - it wasn't your guys fault at all. [img]images/smiley/smiley.png[/img]

Our Lady Knight, on the other hand, may not necessarily see it the same way... ;D

waysoftheearth wrote:

ehiker133 wrote:WOTE simply made his character disappear during some hustle and bustle we had going on at the time.

All part of the master plan, I assure you... [img]images/smiley/smiley.png[/img]

waysoftheearth wrote:
Dieter gets his faithful crowbar to the door and applies his considerable strength against the deadlock... (1d6=5). There is substantial grunting and straining, and the whining of stressing metal, stone and timber, but with ten minutes of intense labour, Dieter has more or less mined the lockbox out of the timber frame.

"That's got it," he declares with grim satisfaction.

This long and noisy process will have alerted whomever might be on the other side, however.

(1d6)

doctorx wrote:
Josiane winces at the long, laborious and less-than-stealthy process.

"I fear we are the ones most likely to face ambush now," she whispers to those close to her, and redoubles her watch on the rear...

eris wrote:
Olaf keeps his eyes open and stays ready for whatever might come.

mushgnome wrote:
Highbough's got his spear in one hand and lantern in the other.

danhem wrote:
"Let's get the door open then," Ulric says quietly, "quickly. If whatever is beyond proves too powerful, I should be able to seal the door against it."

Ulric prepares his mind to unleash whatever magic is necessary.