Tek RPG

[bamthedoc]

Originally posted by Tacitus
*Not throwing any weapons down, the gaurds get very suspicious and approach Ali*

Gaurd 1: Throw your weapons to the ground!

Alimorel: I cannot, for if i discard my mind, i would die.

Gaurd 1: What is this nonsence?

Alimorel: I carry no weapons known to any smith, only to myself and only a few others. My weapons are not of the physical variety, but of the mind. If i had not used most of my Psionic energies for the day, i could have cause the brains of many of you to explode.

Gaurd 1: I didn't understand a word you just said, just give me your weapons or get to my quarters for a "full inspection"

Alimorel: In the time it took us to have this conversation, he could have killed you five times...

*behind them stands a figure that, in their minds, is stepping out of a fog, Ali has tampered with their minds and they only now notice the figure, his eyes flaring, and the veins running across his body pulsing, the final result of Ali's special ability to call an ally from her past, her love, TYSOn*

TYSOn (in the voice of Yemmeth): You dare talk to My Love in such a way?!?!?!?!

*before Ali falls unconscious from the calling she lifts all the party's weapons to their hands and they begin to glow, endowed with a faint psionic power*

TYSOn (yemmeth): I will tend to you in a moment My Love...but first, some fun!

*TYSOn's eyes glow, his veins pulse rapidly and a storm brews, lightning begins striking, The Storm of Vengeance has begun*

TYSOn (Y): By the Light of Pelor, and the Love of the Lady Alimorel, I call upon the elements to smite these foes!

*the entire colliseum is filled with acidic rain and Huge Hailstone, larger than that of a dragon's eye, which seems to bend around Ali's allies, not harming them*

TYSOn (Y): You will all fall.

*several minutes later the storm subsides, most lay dead or severely wounded, leaving a sufficient number that the party can easily take them on one on one, as a swirling blue mist encircles TYSOn, taking him back to where ever he was he seals the area against entrance by outsiders and casts Heal on ALi, she stands*

Alimorel: My Love!!!

TYSOn: I must go, I will return after i have found myself.

*one side of TYSOns face is crying, while the other stares off into the distance coldly, Ali falls to the ground crying*

Alimorel: I will wait for you for another eternity if i must!

*TYSOn fades away in a blue light*

^^That ended the battle. That and Aphra praying for the "lost" souls.

ooc: ok so we just walk out

BOT:

*Lights a cigarette and uses the small flame to form a large bubble.*

Akuji'i: Hop it. We need to find who ever rules this place.

[Tacitus]

*the ground around where Ali disappeared becomes dark and everything within a 50 foot radius seems to be on with her pain, the trees sag low to the ground, bushes crushed under their own weight animals laying fast asleep or resting*

Alimorel's voice (in everyones head): Go on without me, i'll catch up later, need some time for it all to soak in...maybe do something about it.

*Takes cigarrette out of mouth and throws it about 10 feet in front of bubble.*

*snaps fingers and the cigarrette explodes and there is just a crater about 20 feet in diameter. The bubble hovers over it*

Akuji'I: *a little tired* made way...

[bamthedoc]

[color=royal blue]Aphra is finally able ot get out of her hut, and it appears that Alimorel has recovered a little from her grief. The fact that Aphra has a little education of psionics plus the fact that Alimorel is an expert of psionics overwhelms Aphra's psionic senses. She is overcome by some of the very greif Alimorel was trying to hide from her. She covers her ears, though she knows that won't block the pain she's feeling.

Aphra: Such...emotion...I am sorry for...your loss, elder...

She tries to focus, but it is difficult.[/color]

[Tacitus]

ooc: if after my post no one feels like continuing, this can just be closed and voided i guess

BOT:
*after much time a "bubble" of earth rises from the ground and falls away, a great mist filling the area, two figures stand within, the area seems to be buzing with excitement and life*

Alimorel: I must be going now, I am going to a demiplane that my love has created for the two of us, farewell my friends.

Yemmeth: Aphra, how did you get here so fast? No matter, Farewell again....

*Yemmeth turns from the group and casts Gate, opening a portal to a beautiful plane beyond, Alimorel and Yemmeth step through the portal, off to their own little paradise, never to leave each other's side again, through any means*

ooc: if this stays open and i feel like rejoining, i'll use a different character

[TekBlade13]

im honored that this RPG is about me.....ill try to join ;-) dun mind if i put my character here do ya?
Name: Xero
Race: Elf Converted Drow
Class: Ranger
Weapons: The Sword of Xaltar (enchanted long sword +2) Eagle bow with poison tipped arrows (x80).
Biography: After running away form the drow homeland, a group of Half Elves took him in......being shunned from all outside knowlage of Drows and evil, they did not know about it, and Xero then became good, learning the better ways.
Special Abilites: Excelled in Stealth and sneaking. On critical hit instant death, but moderatly injures self. Phoenix Blast:: Summons a blast of fire from palms in te shape of a pheonix that ignites its opponent.


Xero looms in the trees abole where Ali and Aphra are taking...watching Aphra sob he cannot take anymore, he falls to the ground silently not to be noticed by either of them. Aphra noticed a disturbance though, and turned in his direction. Xero begins to walk tword them......

Xero: I come to hail thee. I am Xero, a Ranger from the Drow world of Xanth. I heard a ruckus.......and sobbing...and i came to investigate.......please tell me.....what is wrong..........
Aphra: Your concernment is............calming.....i am Aphra......
Xero: Hello Aphra.....wait.......are you THe Aphra? Your name is highly spoken upon in our world. The drows cower under the name of your diety..........but you, i never thought id meet YOU...............i was taken in by half-elves when i was young...and we had always thought you were some sort of savior!!!

[bamthedoc]

[color=royal blue]Aphra: *taken aback* Saviour? I am no saviour; I am but a wayward of five and ten years.
Xero: Are you not related to Ryu?
Aphra: You know of my brother?
Xero: Then you are who I speak of!
Aphra: You're praise is...welcome. May Martha bless you.[/color]

OOC: I don't think Aphra was ever sobbing... Maybe I didn't write clearly enough.

[Tacitus]

OOC: Alimorl was the one greiving, she felt the death of her love with her psionics, but it was merely an illusion, he came (yemmeth) an took her away to a happy place. Alimorel is now a retired character, i will bring in a new character soon (most likely edit this post if no one else posts before i can create my character)

[D.F.I.]

OOC: Who's dead....