Temple of Thor

[Xerillum]

An imposing polished marble building sits next to the Town Hall. In front is a gold statue of Thor, wielding an extended warhammer. Inside are stained glass windows of dwarven lore, and a golden altar with diamonds and rubies and emeralds and sapphires set in. There are stone ale fountains on the sides of the wall, serving Powerale, straight from Valhalla. If you descend the stairs, you can see the High Priest's living quarters, and the Priest barracks. There is also a Sanctuary with an entrance off the street, and a weapons training facility. The temple was built to be indestructible, and it cannot be destroyed by mortal means.

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High Priest Gaven stands in front of the temple, admiring it.

[Xerillum]

Gaven puts up a banner: FREE ALE!

[Rainspattered]

((Greataxe? Not hammer? Axe?))

[Xerillum]

Two dwarven medics rush in, carrying a dying Tor on a stretcher. What is ta meanin' of tis ting?!? Goblins...ar- he coughs up more blood. Aye! Get ta clerics! we have an' emergncy ta take care o'! A team of clerics rish in, casting cure critical wounds. he is healing slowly.

EST: 00:10:00

((oops... fixed))

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the clerics are exhausted from the strain of healing the ghastly wounds. they do not trickle blood and the lungs have been pumped. they quickly cast Remov- Tor dies on the table, and they ressurect him. EST: 00:01:59

they cast remove curse to no effect. Now, their spells are exhausted. there is no more they can do. How? Blast... I guess I'll have to roll up my sleeves... He casts Remove disease, and the death ward spell goes to normal.
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19,500 dwarves march in, wounded and bruised. A cleric closes the heavy gates and sets up the feast.

[Rainspattered]

The dwarven corpses arrive at the temple, repeating K'shakh's speech before his "death," word for word, in an emotionless drone as they march to the temple. They make no attack, no threat; merely march and stare blankly out, repeating K'shakh's dark tidings.

[Renrik]

Goblins hide outside the grounds, keeping watch.

[Xerillum]

The elven watchtower snipers look out at the goblins and undead. they speak to the temple messenger, and draw their bows, and fire with elven precision at the goblins.

[Rainspattered]

The undead reach the threshold of the temple, stop marching, and their voices rise in volume until they're louder than the average human can yell, in perfect unison, uttering the speech over and over.

[Xerillum]

The snipers release a hail of undead bane arrows at the undead.

[Rainspattered]

The re-animated dwarves fall in mass before the arrows of their former kin, making no attempt, still, to attack or defend themselves. The mindless zombies of dwarves merely rise in volume until even the decreased number of wails begin to drown out all other noise. The message is repeated, over and over, condemning the dwarven muder and assault of innocent goblins and laughing at their ideals of themselves as good when they are genocidal.

[Xerillum]

A battlemage casts an Antimagic Field on the area just outside of the gates.

[Rainspattered]

The voices descend to the loudest level at which a mortal can shout.

[Xerillum]

50 dwarven paladins march out through the sanctuary, and rush the undead.

[Rainspattered]

They do not fight the slaughter and are quickly slain.

[Xerillum]

After they are slain, the dwarves march back in.

[Renrik]

The two goblins fired at earlier and wounded, one of them dead.

This time, a much sneakier goblin watches.

[Xerillum]

The great gates once more open.

[Renrik]

The much sneakier goblin mentioned earlier sneaks in and hides inside the tample, in an obscure spot.

[Lord Sidereal]

Cain, drawn by the chaos, flys above the ensuing battle and releases a number of chaos blasts into the Goblin horde before drawing Fugue and Requiem and smashing goblin after goblin to bits

[Xerillum]

((ummm, there isn't a battle anymore.))

[Renrik]

((Plus, the goblins never attacked this temple. In fact, we haven't really done any offensive actions as of yet.))

The goblin snoops around sneakily, trying to find the records room.

[Thri-Kreen_DK]

(I love Requiem.

Singing it in a choir of 500 is soooo awsome.
Kyr-i-e- e-la-i-son! E-le-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-i-son
)

[Kyrian]

(I love Requiem.

Singing it in a choir of 500 is soooo awsome.
Kyr-i-e- e-la-i-son! E-le-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-i-son
)

((I thought Kyrie Eleison was done by Mark Schultz?))

[Thri-Kreen_DK]

(
No, its definately part of Mozarts Requiem.
How do I know?
The parts of the Requiem we sang were those only written by him. Remembering he died before he completed it and his apprentices finnished it.)

[Kyrian]

((Hm...Mark Schultz wrote a song (I could be wrong on that part) by that title))

[Thri-Kreen_DK]

(It would have been an arrangement of it then. There are many, many, many, many Mozart arrangements.)

[Renrik]

The goblin infiltrator sneaks his way to the record room. Is it guarded?

Meanwhile, a pair of cloaked figures, deep halflings by the look of things, approaches in a cart laden with crates of foodstuff.

((seeing as how the war ended, both the goblin and the cart of foodstuff leave))

((after, of course, the goblin spy steals a bunch of important record.))

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe walks up to the front."Hmm, free ale you say?" He says. He enters.

He walks through the great halls. "Hello? Anyone there? He wanders for a while.

He leaves the temple, after searching for 25 minutes and not finding anyone.

[Xerillum]

A dwarf walks out and looks around. Huh. meh.

[FoE]

((Since I have received no reply from Xerillium, I will assume this thread is open for my use.))